ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 79: DESSERT

Then they had dinner together with the sardine menu which became the main star.

The fried chicken was already taken by Riswan and Haniyah. Because both seem compact do not want to take sardines that have been mixed with vegetables and noodles earlier.

In contrast to the Gita who just can't wait to immediately give value to the dishes of the commoners.

Gita had filled the rice on her plate and also Gilang. Do not want to repeat the case of the pouting face of the mother-in-law.

Like the first time I spent the night in that house.

Lauk sardines mix vegetables and noodles that have been on the Gita plate, become friends of rice that will soon be transferred into the mouth and throat. Gita feels funny, just this time enjoying a carbo dish also with a side dish. I'm rich in oranges just eat oranges, thought Gita himself.

"Where's neng?" enthusiastic Gilang when the menu was properly entered into the mouth of Gita.

His wife raised her eyebrows up and down. Also with a big smile.

"Enak a'.., the sauce is rich in saos sphageti a'." Sumringah.

"How's it?"

"Yes the taste of fish, the rich time of beef stiek." Gita's octopus on her husband, still at the dinner table.

"Yes this is how Git's flagship wong menu." Said Gilang's mother slowly mengamah the food that entered her mouth.

"Why little wong? How much is sardine?" tanya Gita looked serious.

"Break your ass, Git. Have you ever seen the price of sardines?" mrs Dian is no less serious.

"Truly never eat it and don't know the price of ma'am." Answer Gita honestly.

"Neng.. sardine is one can, maybe now seven thousand rupiah, this long bean is approximately three thousand rupiah, the noodles are also three thousand. So the total portion of this is only fifteen thousand rupiah neng, can be eaten three. Because it's just a side dish." Definitely Missing on the Gita.

"Well, it's cheap ..."

"It's our life-sustaining food menu, Git. When Arum and Gilang tea was in school. We had to skimp, but also wanted to eat fish. So that his nutritional needs remain fulfilled." Recall Gilang's mom flashback to the past.

"Udah ma'am, it's the past. What a beautiful time. But not everything that is beautiful is repeated. Tuh see, alhamdulilah Riswan and Haniya. Even though he has no father, he is still lucky. Can enjoy fried chicken even without sharing portions. Unlike us, a single word of mouth should be enough for three people. That means, our standard of living is better, right." explained Gilang later. While looking at Gita who had even finished the sardine in her plate earlier.

“Waah. Add, neng?” haul on the Gita.

“Eh, no. Don't be a’, I hope you eat it. Others have not eaten it.” Gita replied somewhat embarrassed and realized that not only would she eat the side dish.

Gilang immediately took the bowl with the legendary side dish in his family, then poured it again in his wife's plate.

“Spend aja neng, a’a make telor ceplok briefly.” Reply while standing going to the kitchen to cook eggs practically.

“E..it. A’a. Don't a’a make. A’a sit down, bentar eneng make.” The Gita is now more agile and responsive. Especially her husband's stomach, especially at her mother-in-law's house.

Although there was a pause during the dinner procession, it did not reduce their enthusiasm to continue the simple dinner that night.

After eating Gita chose to be in Gilang's room, just clean up whatever he could tidy up in there. And it turns out Gilang has some collection of comic Kungfu Boy that legend year 90 –an it. Gita gabbed or something, so just sat in the room, reading it. While Gilang as usual, if at home. He spent nearly a quarter of his nights talking to his mother, from the terrace to the room of the woman who had given birth to him.

He immediately took the book in his hand. Folding the open part, maybe tomorrow or when. Gita wanted to continue reading again and put the comic on the table. Then he carried his wife on the bed.

Hew

Instead of sleeping, when Gita raised his hand he even draped on Gilang's neck. Start challenging her husband by kissing his cheek, forehead, chin and lastly his sweet lips.

“Heem. From earlier neng.” Guess Gilang made Gita nod while smiling seductively.

“Sorry yes... ga upset?” said Gilang who had put Gita on the bed.

“Ga lah. Kan A’a rarely meet mother. Other nights are also a’a same eneng hold.”

“Still yes neng, on understanding.” Gilang rubbed his wife's head with affection.

“It would have been nice to go to sleep, but.. “ sentences hang as if thinking for a while.

“But what?”

“Teljur well before going to bed tuh, in hug a’a.” jujyrnya rather shy.

“Cieee.. the opium smell keetek a’a niih.” Goda Gilang grabbed his wife's head and attacked her with a kiss with a tube.

Don't ask which part is the longest, the kiss landed. Of course the lips of those who met each other a long time ago, in a room with a cold temperature because of the air conditioning that was just installed this afternoon. So that the condition is very supportive of their activities to again conduct Indonesian unity activities.

The two are still in a position to give each other lips, as if they had not seen each other for a long time. So only longing that fills the space of cososng in the hearts of both. I don't know who dominates that sense, but it seems so instinctive. Because there was never an aba aba for that one activity, now the Gita pajama clothes are out of place.

Initially only Gilang's hands twisted the brownish pink shoots of the squish belonging to Gita which was rather hardened. Make Gita squirm while feeling tingly, sick and delicious simultaneously. But the case, already the head Gilang just stuck in the position earlier, in the chest Gita. And Gilang did not know how, in order to escape from one of the twin shoots, because Gita's hand had already brushed as-re mas hair, because, as if pressing his head so that he would endlessly suck and play his tongue there.

“Ijin breath jerky neng.” Gilang stretched his activities on Gita's chest, with his smile. It actually makes Gita's face flushed a bit embarrassed, then throw away her face.

“My wife is getting more beautiful today. It's beautiful tonight.” Praise Gilang after returning the position of Gita's face that he had thrown away earlier.

“A’a..?” she was embarrassed, biting her own lips.

“Then I lay down the block, but next time. The salt is a small piece and is sown around, so that it spreads.” Oh my God, this dream husband, discussing the issue of the results of wife cooking even on the bed.

“Yes a’... so the artificial eggs eneng earlier to asinan?” tanya Gita suddenly chirped her gelora in the conversation about her cooking masil earlier.

“Ga is so salty. Just not even the salty taste. Put the salt in one place like. Equally rich love eneng who just endow the same a’a a, he did not neng.?’

“A’a.. eneng seriously nanya.”.

“Iya .. a’a is also seriously nervous kok.” Kilang Kekeh. Who had thrown his wife's lower clothes.

“Neng since having a wife, dinner menu any taste less you know, if there is no dissertnya. And that perfect dessert dish is your meal, neng.” Ulalaa.. Gilang more and more husband, more and more somplak ya gaes.

Seriate…