Sagaras
Part 82's
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As wanted by Aisyah, now the married couple has gone out of the house and do not know where their destination, which in the desire of the woman was enough to go with her husband, she said, no need to walk the luxury road by shopping for branded goods or lunch at a star-rated hotel, because if you have to eat a plate of somay together on the side of the road it is not a problem.
It is not about what he eats, but who he eats with.
"Honey, it's muter now," said Sagara who confused himself especially when there is a fork in the fork. He was confused between straight, right or left.
"You hungry? what to eat?"
"Tough case!" sagara murmured but could still be heard by Aisyah.
He also smiled knots, if Aisyah used to know only from people about the dizziness of a man with the word UPSIDE but now she actually experienced it herself.
Sagara's handsome face will turn out to be adorable if you are thinking hard while a little dreamy.
"Why?" ask Aisyah.
"Hem, no. Your question is harder than it was on my exam yesterday, honey."
Aisyah who heard the words of the husband was suddenly laughing, just because the food thing alone turned out to make the man dizzy to throw a rough breath.
"Yes, eat anything," Aisyah answered and this resigned mode actually produces double pain fold in Sagara's head.
"Will baby meatballs?" tawar Sagara, midday it feels right to enjoy the fruitful food with a tempting chili sauce.
"Bed where? midwife or hospital?"
"In Shaman! Teacher like this just use it, want to have children too huh? patience ma'am, your student's son is still trying," said Sagara who immediately kissed his wife's cheek despite a glance because he had to focus back on his front road.
"You're it!"
Sagara increasingly crisp laughs, he knows behind the veil Aisyah wear there is a blush that must be amazingly red, and lucky only Sagara can enjoy it all.
The choice falls on a restaurant, Aisyah who wants fried duck inevitably followed by Sagara ya so far prefer fish.
"Just sit there, it's quieter" Sagara said, pointing out one of the last places where there is only one table and two chairs facing each other.
Aisyah also nodded her head in agreement, she certainly did not mind because it would make her far from the attention of people around.
"Welcome, Mister and Miss, please order the food menu," said one of the waiters who immediately came.
"I want fried duck sambal onion yes, drink sweet orange ice," pinta Aisyah whose order was written directly by the woman who had stolen a glance at Sagara.
"Okay, for the master what message?" asked the waiter, meeting a handsome man is a bonus on its own as if to be a place to wash your eyes in the midst of fatigue that struck.
"Just like my wife" replied Sagara.
The waiter who heard the word wife jumped a little in shock because everyone could judge as young as what Sagara's face was.
"Okay, please wait a minute."
After the departure of the waiter, Sagara immediately grabbed Aisyah's hand. It would be a loss if he didn't do that.
"Why?" ask Aisyah.
"Not angry, right? he stopped my attention earlier," said Sagara, his wife may not be unaware of it.
"Yes, your face will make Aurat, different from mine. It all depends on your room" Aisyah replied.
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Whahuh? I only have one hanging!!
