Pursuing the Love of Mr. Duda

My Lion

The girl's face was crimson, she felt embarrassed by the Mama-in-law who was looking at her with a seductive look.

Dance's hand hurriedly hooked her open button as a result of her husband's actions.

"Oh, looks like Mama's a nuisance. Breakfast first so there is energy," said Mama Widi by raising her eyebrows.

"This is Ma, his nightgown has been a long time, so the buttons like to open themselves," she grinned.

"Uhm, broken huh? Mama thought it was over." Mama nodded her head while rubbing her chin.

The middle-aged woman was acting like a person who believed in the reason for Dance, she understood very well, if her daughter-in-law was embarrassed.

"Y-yes, Ma. Damaged .. ," said Tari.

"Yes, you call Tama to come down. We have breakfast together."

"Ready, Ma!" Dance hands form respect.

Mama Widi turned to leave Tari, but not far away the middle-aged woman stepped. "Tari, later tell me the same ma'am to clean your room. It seems like a lot of ants yes, until your lips are swollen so," said Mama Widi who has gone down the stairs.

Dance held both of her hot cheeks, the girl folded her lips inward.

"Pak Tama, why the hell do the Dance shirt buttons wear in open everything!" dance protests as soon as she re-enters the room.

Fascinated, he was unable to answer his wife's question, because he himself did not know why to do that.

"Yuu! How's diem, sir? Kan Tari is so ashamed of Mama," snorted Tari.

"We better get downstairs now," replied Tama, waltzing away leaving Tari.

The dance that saw the Husband leave just like that, immediately took out the style of a thousand swearing in the heart. 'Indeed husband minus morals! CIMAT vows dance with Dance!'

The girl finally caught up with Tama, who had gone down first. Dance walked down the stairs, until her short steps led her to the dining room.

"Well, here comes Mama's favorite daughter-in-law, let's eat now."

The Batara family also enjoyed their breakfast together. Sometimes Papa and Mama-in-law tease him and the Husband.

***

This afternoon Tama and Tari decided to go together to a restaurant owned by the Batara family.

Both men are now on the journey. Dance sneered at her husband in heart. In fact, if calculated how many sins he made because he often cussed Tama.

'He said he wanted to start from the beginning. Hadeh .. semobil gini aja secretly bae. Talk cake, what cake! It's pretty stiff too Pak Tama.'

Instead of being silent like this without a sound, the girl tried to open a conversation with her husband.

"Room Tama ... Mr. Tama," call for Dance.

"Hmm" said Tama.

"What kind of girl does Mr Tama like? Did you know that Dance Gini isn't?" tanya Tari turned to the Husband who focused on driving.

"No."

Dance lips while holding the chest. Indeed the evil husband of this Mr. Tama, Inner Dance screamed.

"Hadeh, so what kind of girl does Mr. Tama like?" Dari asked back, even though he was upset.

"Soft, not talkative, mature and submissive" replied Tama.

Mangosteen dance heard her husband's answer. "Emmm ... That's Manda's character, huh, sir?"

Tama's facial sharpness instantly turned tense, the man's hand gripping the magnetic stir firmly.

"Eh .. sorry-sorry hehehe, don't be angry sir" said Tari with a cry.

A few minutes later, they arrived in front of a large building. This afternoon parking lot looks full of visitors' cars, which means Batara restaurant is crowded. Because it's in by noon.

They both get out of the car simultaneously, Tari follows her husband's footsteps. The girl's hand reached the Husband's, Tama tried to let go because she was uncomfortable with the workers' gazes and endings.

However, Dance's fingers are already hooked to each other with her husband's fingers and she locks them with a grip.

The girl didn't mean to show off or anything, she just didn't want to be left behind because of her husband's wide footsteps.

Tama took him to a room containing the chefs. Dance Eyes sparkled to see it, this was the dream of the girl, being able to work in a big restaurant.

"What about the quantity of material stock? I haven't received a report."

One of the chefs in black uniforms advanced towards Tama. Dari knew that the one in black chef jacket was the head of the chef.

"For the stock of materials is still safe, sir. There are some new ingredients coming in from country C" said the head chef.

"Well, for the details don't forget to remind the administrator to send it tonight to my email."

"Sir, sir."

Tama and Tari walked out of the room filled with that delicious scent.

"Want lunch here?" tanya Tama oada Tari's.

Dance shook her head. "Dance is still full" replied the girl.

"Hmm okay, if you go to the mall or not? There's something to buy for Una."

Dance nodded enthusiastically, they too went away with an iron horse.

"Are we dating again?"

"Let's just say so."

***

Dari and Tama go around the mall together, the couple look like nieces and uncles. In addition to the cute face of Dance, the girl also wears a frog dress with a keroppi motif.

"Why are you wearing this shirt?" tanya Tama grunts.

"Because it's cute and nice" said Tari.

Tama was only able to sigh deeply, she tried to ignore people's gazes at him. Know as soon as he wore casual clothes as well, the inner man.

They stopped at a toy store. The couple approached a cute doll display. It did not take long, Tama already knew what to buy and immediately brought the item to the cashier table.

Dari did not ask Tama much, she only saw her husband who was removing a card from his wallet for transactions.

"Sir we don't go home first yes, Tari want to buy something," said Tari as soon as they came out of the toy store.

"Can't, don't call me 'Sir' when outside. People will think I'm your uncle and even your sugar daddy" Tama said a little dislike.

Dance seemed to be thinking hard, she had yet to find a suitable call for her husband.

"Call Yank?" tanya Dance.

"It's ridiculous," Tama refused.

The girl smiled when she found the right call for her husband.

"Okey, my lion. Now we go to the dress shop."

Dance's hand pulls Tama to where she wants to be. "My lion?" The man asked his wife.

"Yes, because Mr. Tama— uh means my lion the man is dashing, cool, and handsome. So the call was suitable for my lion," replied Tari still with a step.

Inwardly, the girl giggled amusedly. He called the Husband my lion because Tama was fierce and angry with him.

"Ahead to the couple's clothing store?" tanya Tama is feeling uncomfortable.

"Well, go shopping, my lion. It's not time to know, how the hell. Ckck." Dance shook her head.

Finally Tama can only resign to follow the will of Dance. The man began to panic as his wife's hand picked up three light blue clothes. It was not the color of his clothes that made him panic. But the writing on the shirt.

"Well this one is suitable for Dance, Pak— my lion, and Una. Nice right?" Dance put the shirt on her body.

"Sableng's boy! Don't—"

"Say want to start from the beginning, huuu it's just want to be angry .. ," cut Tari.

Tama let out a long sigh, and ended up with the word "Alright."

The two men tried the clothes that Tari chose to fit into the room. Tama stared at the reflection of herself reflected with an inexplicable expression.

He reluctantly came out of the room fittings room, because his wife's chatty mouth can not be silent.

As soon as Tama came out, Dari immediately clapped her happy hands. "OMG!!! My lion is cool in this shirt." Dance held out both of her thumbs.

Tama glanced right and left, people were staring at them with smiling faces.

"Mama's" said Tari, spelling the writing on her husband's shirt. "Papa's." The girl pointed at the writing on her shirt.

"Nah .. This one has Una." Dance raised small-sized clothes in the same color as them.

"Owns of Mama-Papa." Tama unconsciously read the writing with a voice.

`

`

`

CIMAT stands for dead love.

Hohoho, readers who ever wear couplean clothes like Tari and Tama no?