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Drama Chips

Once at home, Amelia and her mother immediately peeled off her cassava skin, washing it cleanly, as these chips are special to the future son-in-law.

"Mel, make the seasoning in ulek huh. Love Garem the same micin, is your boyfriend not allergic to micin?" Asked Rara's mother, after her rich man was very guarding her food.

"Amel ask first.." Amel answered, he went to the room to the man who was changing clothes.

"Sir, Momak asked me if you're allergic to micin?" Smith turned his body and stared inside his girl.

"No, but not much. I like to be dizzy when I eat a lot of micin." Smith replied, he was buttoning his shirt.

Amelia approached and took over buttoning the shirt with her tiny hands.

Smith smiled happily and stroked the top of his girl's head gently.

"After all, sir wants to eat now? Let me prepare.."

"I want a vegetable that was yesterday, good."

"Tumis mustard use anchovies, sir?" Guess Amelia. Smith was enthusiastic.

"Here you go, Amel's cooking." Amelia pulls Smith's hand out of the room and takes him to the kitchen.

"What is this thing?" Point her at a round stone with a basin in its center.

"Cobek, make the condiment." Amelia answered, she was busy cleaning the mustard and slicing the onion.

"I just saw her the first time, what is this antique thing?"

"What kind of thing, in the market a lot. Before there is a blender, smooth the seasoning tuh wear this sir." Amelia.

"Ohh, I've never been to a market that doesn't know." Say it while grinning.

Amelia shook her head, knowing Smith was a rich man. Where ever he went to the market, most to the supermarket.

"No chili cake, sir?"

"Persis kayak yesterday which," replied Smith, he was busy with researching the round cobek.

"Mel, what else?" Mamak's voice was heard from the back kitchen, where the stove kitchen with wood fuel.

"Again sauteed for lunch, why mak?"

"The spice has not been in ulek? Finish fast, and we'll cut the cassava up." Mamak.

"Yes, wait a little while." Amelia answered, her hands busy stirring her cooking in the frying pan.

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"Please eat mister, Amel wants to cut his cassava first."

"Needle.." The whine is spoiled. Amelia rolled her eyes off guard, Smith was like a tail that everywhere always came along.

Amelia didn't answer, she walked away. But Smith's not her name if she wants to lose just like that, by bringing a plate filled with lunch she follows Amelia to the kitchen furnace.

"Eating there, Son Smith, it's dusty."

"Tau tuh, ngikut mulu. I was like a fugitive being chased by the police" Ketus Amelia, but Smith just smiled sweetly.

Amelia began cutting the cassava with a small, shiny knife, indicating that it was very sharp.

"Be careful with your hands, baby.." Sweat Smith.

"okay." Amelia answered briefly, she is used to doing this. In the past, he often helped his mama make chips for sale.

"Sadvanced..." Call Smith, Amelia turned and..

cupps...

Smith gave his flying kiss to Amelia in front of her mother, was the man shameless or was his shameless veins again broken up?

Rara's mother smiled intently at the interaction of the two couples who showed her romance.

Amelia gave Smith her sweet smile in return, undeniably the man's absurd behavior made her heart flower.

But, either because of lack of focus Amelia accidentally hurt her hand.

"www.." Peeking Amelia, the girl shook her hands. Fresh blood flowed from his injured finger, Smith who saw it immediately approached his girl.

Smith took her maiden hand and inserted her injured finger into her mouth.

"And I told you, be careful with your hands, baby. You're so hard to tell." Smith said firmly, she wrapped Amelia's wound with her shirt.

"I'm sorry I didn't accidentally, don't be angry. You look scary when you're angry." Smith stared at her intently, making Amelia submissive her gaze. When else can he say this, if in the apartment can be sure his fate will end in bed. But since there's a mamak here, it's safe.

"You're getting bolder huh, wait for your punishment after we get home. I'll make sure you can't walk." Smith's whisper gave Amelia goosebumps.

"Substantium there, don't cut this again. Her boyfriend gets angry later,"

Amelia peels garlic and red, kencur and some other seasonings. Smith silently watched, looking easy as the girl was poking her.

"You're trying.."

Amelia gave it to him, but out of care and over-excitement, the onions finally escaped from the tearing.

Amelia couldn't bear it, she laughed when she saw Smith's expression that she thought was very funny.

"What are you laughing at hemm?" Amelia stopped her laughter.

"E-not really, if you want to chew the spice slowly master do not like to fight with the same seasoning."

"I guess if you use the energy to be a smooth shipper." Answer Smith.

"Which rich people can really do spice, here let me just. Do you eat it."

Smith bent his face, upset that he couldn't help the girl. Not helping, but making a mess. Amelia picked up the spices that had flown earlier and began to refine them into one.

"Rather than just looking at me, you better help mama in the kitchen with cutongin cassava."

"Good captain." Smith replied and went to the kitchen. When else can I tell a scary Director, right? This is a very good opportunity.

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"I help you, mom?" Tawar Smith, she sat in a small chair opposite her mother Amelia.

"Bole, cut it thin yes don't slink it. It will be hard to fry."

"Good mother." Smith took out a knife and started following Rara's mother slicing her cassava thinly. Sometimes Ibu Rara nags because the pieces are not clear shape, and too thick.

But Smith was silent, not daring to fight back. If she fights back, her relationship with Amelia may not be blessed.

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Amelia gave a smile when she saw Smith's hand that had secretly plucked the chips that had been fried from the container and chewed it slowly, perhaps so as not to hear the sound of his crisps.

"Mom, the chips are reduced anyway.." Cetus Amelia with her mischievous smile.

Rara's mother glanced at Smith's bulging cheeks, definitely containing stolen chips from the container.

"It's good to keep eating, he said he wanted to be taken to the city." Omel Rara's.

"Mak's son, savory." Smith replied with a cry.

"Don't keep eating, though,"

"Yes mother.." Smith replied quietly, but when Rara's mother let her guard down she took back the chips and ran away to the front room.

"Jeez, your boyfriend's Amel.. At first he looked cold and stiff, but now how come this?"

"Amel don't know mak, in the city he's flat anyway." Answer Amelia.

"His looks are very dear to you Mel, do not be in vain. Nice guy and want to accept what is in this day and age is hard."

"Yes, mother." Amelia messes around when her mom says Smith looks very fond of her.

"Don't smile constantly, mengindian condiments these chips."

"E-hhh yes, mother.."

Amelia continued to smile while stirring chips in the large frying pan, let alone considering the man's 180-degree nature.

"Why are my dear smiles?" Reproof Smith.

"No, this is cobain. the seasoning is already fitting what not."

Smith took her chips and blew her out slowly, she ate her by quickly chewing her up feelingly.

"Dear boy, nothing less. The only thing I'm lacking is me,"

"Less what is master?" Ask Amelia plain.

"Lack of warmth." Sensual Smith whisper.

"Don't tease me, sir." Amelia patted Smith's arm softly in annoyance.

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