
"Well, we don't have to fight anymore. We are born equally handsome" said Dion, embracing Raka's shoulders.
Then the two lovebirds entered the house by embracing each other.
Aira took Syakila to her room. When they got into the room.
"Syakila, how did you come here and be with Dion?" ask Aira.
"I deliberately left the house, I want to live with human demons like mother and sister Fira." explained Syakila "And to meet the father, the story is long and because of him. Aky is not holy anymore, huaa," continued Syakila as she rolled on the mattress belonging to Aira and Raka like a child.
"Bad brother Dion! Then he should take responsibility," Aira growled and walked out.
"Ehh, Aira wait a minute. I haven't finished the story yet," Shakila shouted and got out of the bed and immediately chased after the angry-looking Aira.
Up downstairs, Aira went around looking for Dion. And finally Aira saw Dion sitting in the living room with Raka.
"Sir Dion!" aira shouted as she walked closer to that living room sofa.
Dion and Raka turned towards Aira's voice.
"What's the matter, baby?" asked Raka who was surprised to see the look on his wife's face.
"Why Aira?" ask Dion.
"Why-why? Now Brother Dion must take the same responsibility as Syakila, because brother Dion already stains him." furious Aira.
"Was dirty laundry really got the stains?" chirps Dion.
Aira who heard Dion's words immediately came forward and struck Dion's body with her hand.
"Oh Aira, amused to know! Your hand is like a baby's hand" Dion said, avoiding the small hand of Aira.
While Raka he just shook his head to see Aira's behavior. Because Raka is convinced that his wife misheard or only heard a piece of the story.
Dion, who could not stand the small hand of Aira that made him amused, caught Aira's body.
Grepp..!!
Dion smothered Aira's body tightly, so Aira could not move.
Syakila ran through the middle room.
"Wehh! Kok even hugs so," said Syakila with irregular breath. Because he had been around looking for the whereabouts of three people in front of him.
"Raka, help dong! Brother Dion passed this, worse than Brother Briyan," chirped Aira who was still on deck by Dion.
Raka just shook her head.
"I can't help, baby, you ask to help me. All Syakila who have been dirty with Dion," said Raka with a smile.
In his heart, of course, there is jealousy to see a wife who loves and loves being embraced by others. But how will you? Do you know how Dion is? He is not Briyan who is easy to take the property of others. Raka also knows that Dion already considers Aira like his own sister so he let it be.
"Keong! This is because you know!" snarled Dion on Syakila.
"Hee, sorry," said Syakila with a horse's grin. "Aira, don't get mad at my father. Ehh old deng," continued Syakila.
"Now you're clear it's all the same Aira!" ketus Dion while releasing his arms from Aira.
"So gini Aira," said Syakila and she told him everything.
"So that is," said Aira, speaking out. Same with Raka.
As for Dion, he became embarrassed to hear Syakila's words so open.
"But! Syakila won't tell this old man any more girls!" syakila said
Dion narrowed his eyes.
"Why?" ask Raka and Aira simultaneously.
"Because he stole the first kiss I know not!" syakila said as she moved her lips.
"Buahaha," the laughter of Raka and Aira broke out again.
"His son is a rice paddies! I just smelled it!" sahut Dion's.
"Indeed, if his name is not nyium!" ketus Syakila "The part that is kissed make my lips, this is see this." continued Syakila as she advanced her lips towards Dion.
"You're ashamed to know!" sulkan Dion "Yes we have come home, later if you have calmed down we are here again" said Dion while holding Syakila's wrist.
"I don't want to, later in our house we are asked to marry again with Mom and Dad," said Syakila who made the eyes of Aira and Raka glare perfectly.
"A wedding call?" shouted the compact couple.
"Yes, he asked for marriage!" syakila Lead.
"You can!" ask the couple again.
"And last night I was the same father ja-" said Syakila was cut because his mouth was fixed by Dion.
"Hehe, sorry. This is your brother's mouth not in the filter first when talking Aira," said Dion while grinning the horse.
"What's Yon all night?" ask the curious Raka.
"No doubt, last night we were Nga-nu," said Dion "Yes, I want to bring this rice paddies back home first." continued Dion.
In Mama's room Rina.
"Intan, aunty wants to eat your food, deh," said Mama Rina.
"Ni grandma peyot much want her deh," said Intan in his heart.
"Tomorrow aunty, now aunty eat this porridge first," said Intan while taking chicken porridge on the table that has been brought mbok Ani precisely porridge made by Aira.
"But promise yes," said Mama Rina while bribing the already cold porridge.
"Enak Intan, who made it? Try your tasting," said Mama Rina while thrusting a spoonful of lathe at Intan.
Doubtfully Intan accepted the bribe.
"Yes aunty nice, this mbok Ani buy where ya?" ask Intan.
Mama Rina also finished the porridge. After that, Mama took her medicine.
"Well, now aunt rest. Let the spit healthy," said Intan sok attention.
***
On road.
"Sir, let's get some food first. I'm hungry" Syakila told Dion.
"Where do you eat?" ask Dion.
"Where, as long as it makes you full" said Syakila.
Dion stopped his car in front of a cafe.
"Let's go in!" said Dion.
Syakila followed Dion into the cafe.
They both sat at the end of the table, because all the tables were full and only the corner and back tables were left.
"Mom!" call Dion to the cafe waiter.
"Yes, what do you want?" the maid asked with a friendly smile at Dion.
Syakila glared at the waiter who was careless to Dion.
"Geez, it's very possessive, yes" said the waiter and did not dare to mention Dion.
Dion smiled at the cafe waiter, and he asked Syakila.
"Keong, what do you want to eat?" ask him to Syakila.
"What aja sir, the origin of the cepet and my worms stopped misscall," said Syakila and it was a laugh for all the residents of the cafe near them.
"Well! Truly a unique couple yes, the call time conch and father," said one visitor.
"Yes, they fit. Hopefully their relationship will last until grandparents," said another visitor.
And in Amin by many visitors.
"Bikinin my wife is a fried noodle that many yes mbak," said Dion to the waiter.
"Yes, what's the drink?" ask the waiter again.
"What do you drink, baby?" ask Dion to Syakila with a sweet snob.
"What," said Syakila.
"Drink orange juice only mb," said Dion to the waiter.
"All of you are mas?" the waiter asked and was nodded by Dion.
"Well, his wife is PMS?" suddenly the cafe visitor behind them asked.
"Ehh, no ma'am. My wife is pregnant young, so the innards are sensitive" Dion told a lie.
Shakila who heard Dion's words rounded his eyes.
Shortly after, their orders arrived.
Syakila ate her food very well. And it can not be separated from the view of someone who is not far from them.
***Connect..!!
Who Yes is the person..!!
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Happy reading..!!😘😘😘***