Pearl of Compassion

CHAPTER 181

The screams of the hearts of the singles from the family room are mutually disdainful. Because without feeling careless or disturbed Ardan openly flaunt his affection with his wife.

Today Mariani is so spoiled. I don't know what makes it so annoying. But still, despite feeling upset about his wife's whining today Ardan can still hold it back. Now he painstakingly prepared fried rice seasoning ulekan request from the wife. According to Ani, fried rice will be more delicious with its own condiments. Instead of having to buy finished condiments, which are not necessarily hygienic.

I don't know what happened suddenly Ardan's eyes were watering. As strong as Ardan's energy has resisted tears so as not to come out again. Unfortunately, her tears just flowed without being able to be dammed again.

"Darling!"

"Yes mas. It's been yes? Wih cepet very mas," walked closer to her husband. But his eyes caught a sight that made him link his eyebrows together. Her husband's eyes are red. "What's up? Why like this? Tell mas. Don't put it in this way."

"Darling! I no longer cry to know."

"Keep why? What is clear dong," Ani began to lose her patience. Emang really yes emotions of people who are pregnant are different. Better to jump first. Don't get a clurit swing. 🤣🤣🤣

"Duh darling. My eyes are so sharp. Do you not feel sorry for your husband?"

"Already mas. Why does it matter, anyway? Does Ardan's mas enter the chili into the eye?"

Shit! If not my wife you're over!

"No dear. I was yelling!" the tone of voice began to sound higher. Once again Ardan rubbed his eyes slowly.

"Yes, it is mas! Let it taste good. But how can I keep my eyes Ardan so sore?"

Oh my God. Die, you Ardan! Why did the muter-muter talk about it.

"Not knowing, baby. Already mengedan. You sit down and I start cooking the fried rice, yeah," Ardan grabbed his wife's body and immediately sat his butt up on the table.

"Okay mas."

Now Ardan waltzed away from his wife. Start struggling back with a seafood fried rice menu wishes his wife. His hands began to be skilled in cooking.

"Hem.the smell is fragrant. It must be delicious, so be impatient," Ani smiled widely. Imagine a serving of seafood fried rice made by her husband. 

A few moments have passed. The battle between Ardan and the cooking utensils has now ended. A moment Ardan took a plate. Then Ardan looked back at his first masterpiece before moving it around. I don't know what happened, the man seemed to have scrunched his forehead.

"Cock the color like this? Am I lacking in the ingredients, huh? The feeling I've been through all the spices. Then why is the color like this?"

On the other hand, Ani was bored with a stomach that had sounded. Without thinking again he walked towards the kitchen to see if it was finished or not. Because this is felt long enough just for a plate of his seafood fried rice menu.

Arriving in the kitchen she observed the movements of her husband. The man took out all the kitchen spices that were in the fridge. Ani frowned both of her eyebrows out of astonishment. But his curiosity about Ardan's behavior he paled, after his two beads caught the sight so tantalizing. Especially if it is not fried rice that is on the frying pan.

Without permission or a sound, Ani took out a plate and began to move the fried rice into her plate. Seen a lot of shrimp sprinkles that have been peeled with a mixture of salted eggs that are directly fried with rice and shrimp. Maybe if a sane person will separate the salted eggs when fried so as not to fishy (salted eggs that have matured Diublek in Javanese). But well seen once again that this is a pregnant person.

Without Ardan noticing, Ani passed towards the dining table. Immediately Ani spooned a big mouthful into her mouth.

"Well good too. Then often ask for this fried rice Ardan masakin masakin masukan, "bout by mouth goes into his mouth. I didn't realize the fried rice was over.

"Ah. Is Ardan busy? I'm just going to go to the kitchen again. Never mind, he'll catch up with me. It's 8 p.m. Drink the milk used to run out that I want to go up and sleep," after spending the milk for pregnant women Ani immediately got up and left the dining table.

Then where's Ardan? It feels like he has taken out all the kitchen spices that exist. But in fact there is no spice that he signals can enhance the look of fried rice.

"Udah I'm outin' all these tablets. What spice makes the fried rice delicious. Why does the fried rice I made look like that. It's not like fried rice. Uh wait, didn't I mix salty eggs, did I? Geez! It clearly looks so. Hmh! I better get that fried rice right away. It was possible that he was already hungry," moving closer to the stove that still contained a frying pan of fried rice. His eyes instantly rounded as soon as he found the frying pan empty.

Go back to finding that seafood fried rice. Ignoring the kitchen that was already like a broken ship. The servants of the household had rested at 7pm. Only a few are on duty at night. According to the orders of the lady of this house, Mariani.

Ardan rubbed his face in frustration. Just a plate of fried rice almost drove him crazy. She faintly heard the sound of laughter in the family room. His mind began to guess.

Are they the ones who took my fried rice?

Without any more ba bi bu Ardan walked quickly towards the living room. Seen four unemployed people were laughing out loud watching the show entitled "Dizolim Cut Chicken Clips Down Over Cages and Filled with Feathers".

Ardan immediately turned off the tv in the family room. His eyes observed one by one of the four people who could have been thieves of his fried rice. Now the laughter that had been loud changed quietly. Because they know who's turning off the tv. Everyone fell silent as they found the sharp look in Ardan's eyes. Maybe there is something important that can not be postponed again when viewed from the look of Ardan's serious and sharp face. Jesslyn, Lita, Jack and the Emperor locked their mouths tightly and put their ears on well to listen to the orders of their chief. It is better to listen carefully than to get a lion roar.

"Say!"

The rising and pausing sound made the air around the four people seem to thin out.

"Who took my fried rice in the kitchen?!"

The four men gasped.