Sagaras

The Part 57

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"Why is sausage umpetin the same as eggs?" asked Aisyah still casually, her brain is still clean certainly not understand the sweetness of her little husband.

"Let angetlaaaaaaaah," chuckled Sagara.

I swear, the handsome young man is not as innocent as copy paper. He certainly understands because he did study in his school even though it is only a theory because for practice he has never even when he has got a halal opponent.

"Definitely anget this is boiled noodles, the water is boiling," cried Aisyah again while cutting vegetables as a complement to make it more crowded and colorful.

"Oh, don't you squirt, do you?" sagara asked again while holding back her laughter.

Hearing all the words of the husband, Aisyah finally twisted her body after she put down the knife that Sedari had just held.

"What's spouting?"

"Hem, noodle soup, sausage and eggs" Sagara replied, he could not help but laugh as Aisyah turned to the burning stove with a pot on it.

"No, if it squirts later I close," he said innocently.

And it makes Sagara immediately hugged his woman, he was near the slim thin body while continuing to laugh crisply.

"Yes yes Mother Teacher," said Sagara who felt like he would sin once to punish his wife.

"MAN!" cetus Aisyah, he who is no longer working certainly immediately threw a protest.

"You want to be a teacher again?" ask Sagara who is now in a serious tone to be able to make the woman in front of him frown a slightly closed forehead with her hijab.

"You're letting me work?" ask back Aisyah no less serious.

"Of course, with pleasure." Sagara who smiles knot as if to convince his wife if his words are not kidding.

"But I'm kidding, my guy is serious. I let you be the Mother Teacher again for me, I'm your student, how?" his god while raising his eyebrows and his attitude succeeded in making Aisyah wrong.

"Nhai ah!"

Remember with his cooking, Aisyah again continued all that had been delayed, hunger no longer felt because of the jokes they threw each other together.

Finished with cooking, now is the time for the couple to enjoy what is now presented on the table. Smoke in the air indicates how hot the food is.

"Be careful to eat it" Sagara said to Aisyah, lest the woman's tongue feel burning.

"Hem, you too. Are the eggs ripe?"

"Yes, but there's only one, it should be two," Sagara chuckled when he answered again and it didn't get into Ayesha's brain.

The relaxed attitude because it is insensitive that makes Sagara more anxious and want to continue to tease because if not red his face will certainly be flat like a toll road.

"No boy? if anything less tell me," said the woman who is still not sure even though Sagara had said if he would eat anything made by Aisyah.

"There are only two options, delicious and delicious. And I'm picky-" he replied, deliberately hanging the words until Aisyah was upset herself. Whatever the answer is, it all feels good.

"What do you choose, Sagara?" ask Aisyah who gan sabaran.

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I choose to finish...