My wife Little Child

Chapter 76

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The hour hand shows at 15.32 WIB when Fahri and Dira had just finished performing ashar prayers at the mosque which is located not far from the area where Mang Dadang lives.

They are in the car again. And Fahri has already driven his car.

"Honey.." call Dira soft.

"Hmmm...?" Fahri glanced at him while remaining focused on the steering wheel.

Dira linked his fingers to Fahri's fingers that did not hold the steering wheel. Then she slowly and gently kissed the back of her husband's hand. "Thank you dear." whispered softly.

Fahri smiled broadly while looking at it. "Make...?" tanyanya pretended not to know.

"Make the struggle Mas dapetin his young mango laaaaahhhhhh...!" he exclaimed while pretending to want to bite the fingers Fahri who was in his grasp.

Fahri chuckles amusedly. "Yeah Sayangaanggkuuu... Loveku... Hatikuuuu... My soulmateuuuuuuu...!"

"Hoeks, dreadlocks!" his lips, but inwardly still flattered as well.

Fahri chuckled again.

"But Baby!" chirps Fahri, "Tomorrow cravings do not be abnormal again ya...! What is normal, darling! I'd like to have a meatball cake what kind of cake it is. Dizziness Mas tuh if you ask that strange, long hair Mas all gray hair!"

Dira immediately laughed.

"God willing... No promise!"

Fahri's eyes immediately glared perfectly.

"Huhahahaha...!"

"Ck, look out for you!"

Dira chuckles.

"Eh Mas!"

"Yes, honey?" lookawhile.

"What day is it, baby?"

"Wednesday."

"Cliiihihh Maaassss...! Ts...!!!!"

"Some of you know it's Saturday. Pake nanya all over again," he said chuckling amusedly.

"Naaahh, yes, my! It's Saturday... Means... about malem, Sunday mallm dooonggg...?"

"Don't you, Malem Senen!"

"Yahhhh, Mmmaaaass...!!!!!"

"Hahaahaha... You know how to use it!"

Dira frowned while crossing.

"Why the hell, honey...?" fahri asked softly while stroking slowly next to Dira's cheek with his free hand.

Finally Dira moved his body so that now his sitting position sideways facing Fahri. "Mas, all weekly malls dear! We haven't dated together in a long time, Gini." the sulk is spoiled.

Fahri turned a glance while fusing his two eyebrows. "Ngaco you dear. Didn't go home first...? We've been on the road almost all day. I'm like a traveler," he said withholding amused.

"Yes Dear. Don't have to go home. Anyway still afternoon, Mas should meenin I winding around the city of Jakarta! Just later, we eat cake in the cafe or where the cake is,"

Suddenly Dira smiled mysteriously, "Mas you know? Why is it right we want to leave earlier, I told you to use my car only...??" Dira raised both his eyebrows still while grinning.

Fahri further linked his two eyebrows in astonishment. "I don't know," put his shoulder down.

"Yes, because of this, baby! I want to enjoy this fresh afternoon air, together with Mas. While traveling around the city of Jakarta...!" said Dira along with he pressed a button in his car, so that in just seconds, the roof of the VW Beetle car was open with sophisticated movements.

Then he got up from his seat. Bends his head and limbs through the roof of a wide open car. With his position now standing, he spread his hands wide. Enjoying the breeze that caressed his face and hair so that his long hair fluttered in the wind that was so cool that afternoon.

Fahri who saw the behavior of his little wife, just a little laugh while shaking his head.

"Where is Mas...? It's the same scene in a Korean drama, right...?" he said while still stretching out his hands.

Fahri even shook his head again while laughing. "Where do you know, dear. I've never seen a Korean drama!"

Dira ignored her husband's words. Now he closed his eyes and enjoyed the afternoon breeze that stroked his friendly face.

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To be continued...