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Super Spicy Chicken Pecel

Shortly after Ratna called, the mother came in her slightly wet negligee after washing at people's homes. He did not bring the laundry home and chose to wash at the laundry owner's house.

"Eh there's Nak Wira?!" Mother welcomed the arrival of the Hero with a warm smile.

The hero stood up and salim at his in-laws. "Why did Wi call Mom?"

The goddess took out the money she had prepared. "Make the contract pay and cook. Then it's for Ratna's pocket money."

The goddess gave the money she had already put in the envelope and written down her function for what. All kind of mothers are not wasteful and can manage the money given.

"Alhamdulillah. The owner's mother contracted her. Then immediately I pay, let it not be talked." said Mother while receiving the money given by the Goddess.

"One more, Mom. Dewi and Pak Wira will move to a shophouse near IndoJuli." tell Dewi.

"Huh? You want to move? Wh why? Expelled?" asked the mother who was very surprised by the notice from the Goddess.

"No, Ma. The plan is that Mr. Wira and Dewi want to open a laundry business. We've rented a shop, just bought laundry equipment. Do you want to work at Pak Wira's laundry?" ask Goddess.

"Correct? Wow I would love to, Wi. Surely if in the laundry will not be as tired as if working at home people." replied Mother enthusiastically.

The hero and Goddess smiled happily. Mothers supported their plans. "Yaudah, the Goddess will talk again, Mom. The goddess has to go to work first!"

"Yes. yeah... You'll be late. Go then! Later I'll say the same to all of my customers. They must be happy if there's a laundry business near here."

"If so the Goddess departs first, ma'am!" pamit Dewi while salim with his mother.

The hero does the same. Bahri thanked Wira again before they left.

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Today the hero does not pick up the Goddess. After work, Wira went straight to her apartment and packed the items for transfer to the shophouse.

Although heavy to take off his favorite apartment, but Wira tried sincerely. Starting a business means that something has to be sacrificed. One of them is his dream apartment.

Wira also tidied the Goddess's clothes. Whatever he can pack then he's packing now. The pity towards the Goddess who was tired of working made her feel like she had to do it herself.

While busy packing, Dewi entered the apartment while saying hello. "Assynnya!"

"Waalaikumsalam." replied Wira.

"Wah.. wah... Mr Wira is very good at making the whole house messy?" god Goddess.

"hey are. I'm a specialist in breaking ships." replied Wira proudly.

"Surely you haven't eaten yet, right? I bought Mr. Wira's favorite food, chicken pecel. Nasian two. Isn't it?!" Dewi put a plastic wrap containing chicken pecel that he bought after work.

"Tau aja's. Wow I can get fat if you eat chicken pecel continuously!" The woman washes her hands in the washbasin because the smell of chicken pecel is very tempting. Make his stomach sound to be filled.

"Sports dong! Let the stomach remain sixpack." answered Dewi while washing hands and joining to eat together.

"A sport that's not tired and delicious, huh? Sports night while meow meow ha.ha..ha..."

"Always not far from it. We don't have to use plates, do we? Put on rice paper directly." The goddess took two glasses and poured water. "Water ready before the spicy taste strikes!"

"We'll see who floods sweat first huh?!" challenge Wira.

"Can! Who's afraid!"

Both also eat chicken pecel with their favorite super spicy sambal. Sweat over the lips has begun to be seen on the face of the Goddess.

Wira was no less fierce, already visible sweat points on his forehead.

"Well, you're starting to get hurt!" god Goddess.

"Wildamah! Eating like this is better. More delicious. I already want a second rice. Yummy right? Recomend the chicken peceler! I'll buy it again."

"Yes. But wrapped up buy it. My males ate there. Hot, spicy, puffiness. Not handsome me later!" said Wira while wiping his forehead which is a lot of sweat.

"Ha.ha... Sweat is more!" ledek Goddess.

"Lo tuh wear waterproof make up so do not come out of the dry!" said Wira while huh hah pesesesan.

The goddess took him for a drink. "Drink first! Want some warm water?!"

"No need! Huh... Very good pedes sambelnya. Spicier than the mouth of the in-laws!" wira said as he pleased.

"Certua? My mother dong!"

"Baper off!"

"But Mother is sometimes spicy when talking. Thankfully, I look more like my dad. Try if I look like Mom, wuih exclaim! Mr. Wira said it was spicy, me too. If combined with a level 50 bon cabe we ha.ha.ha..."

"Who am I saying spicy? I'm so sweet as a gulali."

"Relatedly? Gulali kali rujak flavor!"

"Yeah... The proof is that I like to kiss. Nagih. Meaning what? Techniques kiss me god level, make lo klepek klepek. Maybe because when I cry, you feel like there are sweet things. Aye right?"

"Who is the level of a god, how many girls kiss her practice? Countless, right?" sindir Dewi's.

"Yes." Wira foolishly said the words of the Goddess. "Maclum, the legendary boy. Famous."

The Goddess' heart was slightly pinched hearing that. "There's... Who does Mr Wira like?"

"What? Chicken pecel?" ask the hero who has finished his chicken pecel and is now washing his hands so as not to heat up.

The goddess tidied up their food marks and threw them into the trash. He joined the army to wash his hands. "Price practice kiss Father."

"Like huh? Hm... The two times I have a date are pretty good I like." replied honestly Wira.

"Oh. Is there still?" asked the Goddess while holding back her feelings.

"What's still going on? You ask the question hanging so anyway!" heroes Protest.

"Yes there are still people who were invited to date with Mr Wira?" ask the Goddess again. The goddess had already finished washing her hands and ventured to raise her face. The Goddess looked into the eyes of the Hero and looked for the truth in each of his words.

The hero did not answer directly. He even scrunched his forehead while staring at the Goddess back like he was investigating. "Lo's jealous?"

Degs...

The goddess is like a thief caught stealing.

"Nanya doang!" now the Goddess lowered her gaze. Dare not look directly at the hero.

The hero holds the Goddess's chin and lifts it. Make their eyes meet again. "Jawab be honest, are you jealous?"

The heart of the Goddess was racing. They've been this close. Often even. Closer ever as well. But looking into each other's eyes feels different. It's like opening your heart honestly with nothing to hide at all.

"Can't you?!"

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