My wife Little Child

Chapter 80

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Finally they arrived at the kelolan complex where the brother of the fried rice seller sangkal, which is directly opposite to a minimarket in the complex. Although the fried rice brothers only sell with a simple cart, but the buyers are quite bejibun so they are willing to queue for the sake of enjoying the delicious fried rice made by the brother.

The fried rice brother also provides several tables and chairs for buyers who want to eat there.

Doubt Fahri so present again considering the brother of the fried rice seller is the arrival of many buyers. He was not sure if the brother would be a little bothered by him who was having trouble serving his buyers, to replace himself cooking a serving of fried rice for his magic wife.

Dira sat on a plastic chair that was nearby. Fahri was standing next to him.

Dira pulled slowly the tip of the shirt that was worn Fahri. "Mas.. let's talk to your brother.." whispered.

Fahri scratched his un-itchy head. Then finally breathe out slowly.

Gathering all his courage and confidence, he began to approach the fried rice brother who was busy stirring fried rice in the large pan that was on top of his wagon.

"Bang," whispered Fahri to the brother who was estimated to be around the age of 30s.

"Yes Sir? How many servings? Eat here or get wrapped...?" reply while continuing to stir the fried rice in the pan.

"Emm, anu gini lho Bang," said Fahri doubtful. "My wife is pregnant. And I want this brother fried rice, but I myself who directly masakin for him." whispered hope no other buyers heard.

Instantly the fried rice brother stopped his activities. Then he laughed out loud. Makes Fahri feel like he wants to immediately heal his face in the cave hira.

"May sir be able... But ndak papa if you wait about 6 queues again...?" continued the brother while trying to hold back an amused smile. Now he began to lift a frying pan containing his finished fried rice. Then start to put it on the plate that has been provided as many as 5 pieces. Try to divide the fried rice evenly in the big pan.

"Ok," said Fahri finally, grimacing withholding embarrassment. Then he walked up to his wife and sat down in a plastic chair beside her.

Deftly the brother of fried rice began to give a plate containing fried rice that had been finished, to the buyers who had been waiting at their respective tables. After that, he returned to his cart and made the next order.

"Propay for me, dear. Still ngantri.." said Fahri gently while stroking Dira's head slowly.

Dira nodded with a smile.

After waiting for about 20 minutes, the fried rice brother finally approached Fahri.

"Sir, how is it not...?" ask the brother with a meaningful smile.

Fahri. "Yes Sir!" his mouth was steady, while trying to hide a wry smile.

"Monggo.." the brother greeted politely.

Do not want Fahri also moved from his seat. And started walking towards the brother's cart with all the confidence he had.

Inget Fahri's. It's for the wife. Singerin all the shame, ok...!!?

"Bang, while teaching ya. Let it taste good." whispered Fahri to the brother who was standing next to him.

"Siiiiiipp Booss...!"

Fahri also began to prepare the ingredients that were already available while the brother of fried rice that is kindhearted give instructions.

The visitors who were eating at their desks each as well as those who were still waiting for the queue, starting to whisper while giggling amused to see there is a handsome man who suddenly switched professions in place of the brother.

Fahri who began to realize the visitors' shoes, trying to pay attention to his ears. Now he no longer cares about people's assumptions. Or suppose they think he is a man who is afraid of his wife. Anyway he doesn't care!

"Uuh.. mau dongg.. made fried rice with a handsome brother.." suddenly a mbak-mbak whose suit already looks like a chili-cabean kayak, he said, who was sitting with his friend while enjoying the fried rice, hit it in a flirtatious style.

Dira who heard it, automatically glared at him with a look of horror beyond the gaze of the life-seeking angel. He immediately misbehaved and hurriedly avoided Dira's deadly gaze.

While Fahri was not ngeh because he was still fighting on the cart fried rice brother.

"MY HUSBAND.... A long time ago yaaa...???" dira shouted out loudly deliberately emphasizing on my husband's word.

The mother-mbak is getting more wrong. Then now he even moved from his seat while gesturing to the friend in front of him to rush away. Their fried rice is not finished.

"Fifty thousand Ma'am,"

The mbak hurriedly handed the money he had prepared to the fried rice brother. After that without saying anything more ngibrit with his friend using a motorbike matic.

Dira laughed contentedly in heart.

Rasain lo basic chilli-cabean...!! Therefore do not like the same adeptness of men...!!!

After about 30 minutes Fahri fought in the fried rice brother's cart, he finally managed to complete his mission. Although it does not look the same as what is usually made by the brother, but it seems like it is still worth mentioning with fried rice.

Fahri wiped the sweat that soaked his temple. Then smile satisfied with the results of his cooking guided directly by the brother of fried rice. In spirit he immediately moved his homemade fried rice onto the prepared plate. Then add pickles and sprinkles of fried onions and crackers on it.

Then with a satisfied smile walked towards his beloved wife who had been waiting since earlier while carrying a plate containing fried rice made.

"This is it...! Special fried rice with love seasoning. To my beloved wife...!" said Fahri dramatized while putting a plate containing fried rice on the table in front of Dira.

Dira Eyes twinkling. "Oh God...! Thanks honey...!"

Fahri sat down in front of Dira. "Let's get a sneak peck of cobain," he continued impatiently.

Dira nodded excitedly. Immediately spooned fried rice served in front of him. Then slowly bribed into his mouth.

Fahri waited with a thumping feeling. "Where's Honey...?"

"Mmmm..." Dira was still chewing expressionlessly. Which makes Fahri increasingly impatient to hear his beloved wife's comments about the taste of fried rice made.

"I didn't think it turned out that Mas had the talent to be a catering cook...!" said Dira fiery while clucking full of admiration.

Kontan Fahri rounded his eyes. "Sriusan you Yank...????" tanyanya did not believe.

Dira nodded for sure.

"Yuhuiiiii...!!! I did it this time...!" Fahri pulled his fist from top to bottom with one quick move as if hinting at 'yessss'.

Dira laughed a little.

"Thank you, Sayanggggg...!!" repeat Dira again while giving his sweetest smile to the husband who has been struggling.

Fahri grinned, then scrambled Dira's hair with anxiety. "Sama-samaa... This very troublesome wife of mine...!" he said pretend to grumble.

Which Dira replied with a loud laugh.

"Bang, thank you very much! Sometimes I can like private lessons cooking fried rice to Abang...!" canda Fahri shouted loudly at the brother who was making the next order in his cart.

The brother just laughed while continuing to do his altivity, "Sama-sama Sir...!"

Fahri smiled a little. Dira-pun continue to eat with ravenous fried rice made by her husband. Fahri looked at him while unceasingly smiling.

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To be continued...