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Abiyu Kisya part 23

"Kisha..?" Abiyu stared in disbelief at the sudden presence of his wife. "Why is he?" He changed his face to an ordinary moment. He placed the ballpoint pen he had just used, then took a colored ballpoint pen, to mark the important page on the file he was checking.

"In cuekin, right?" Kisya.

Feeling that he had not been allowed to enter, Kisya continued to stand in the doorway. "Then I don't want to go in, close the door again." Abiyu ketus. He saw what was about the wife, but chose indifference and returned with his activities.

"What do I really think? He's getting bigger the head." His words sighed in annoyance.

"I brought lunch." Short, no frills dear, or my husband at the end of the word.

"Keep..want to stand there? Want me to eat there? While standing?" Abiyu's voice sounded still Ketus, but this time he looked towards Kisya.

"It's usually dong." Kisya rolled her eyes lazily. "If you don't like me, say."

Abiyu was leaning on her seat of greatness. "Who said you don't like who?"

"From that time, ngeselin."

"Some, are you ready to keep standing there? Want to come in or not?"

Kisya stomped her feet, stepped inside. "If it's not the mother who told me, I don't want to come here?" he sat down on the sofa, put the bag beside him, and then put the food-filled crack on the table.

Not hungry yet, but he was curious about what Kisya brought, he approached Kisya and sat down next to her. "What wind suddenly comes here, what else is the loss of consciousness?" He said while leaning his body back.

Kisya was silent. She opened the top row containing rice and placed it in front of her husband.

The second arrangement contains the grilled broth. "Your favorite is."

"Still inget?"

Again Kisya rolled her eyes pushy, shaking her head. "Whatever."

Open the third arrangement that contains Vegetable shoots. "Santen cake, right?"

"Yes is it." His saute.

the last proposal, this time Kisya closed his nose. "Nih sambel terasi, fried tempeh, the same tofu."

This time Abiyu sat up straight, see if Kisya really made it sambal terasi? "When did you make the sauce for me? Just kiss this way you can't breathe."

"Most protests, just eat." Kisya poured rice on the plate.

"No need to bother, I'm used to eating alone." Abiyu snatched the plate from the wife's hand.

Kisya snorted in annoyance. "Are you really not appreciative of my existence? Then why am I here?"

Abiyu remained indifferent, casually he poured all the menus on his plate, and devoured them without speaking.

"Abi..." Call Kisya a little snapping.

Upset, Kisya stood up. "Just talk to you, I don't really appreciate it." He stepped away, but his steps came to a halt as Abiyu held his hand. "Ngapain anyway?"

"Sit. Don't leave until I'm done eating."

"No." Quickly answer.

"Kisya.sit." This time Abiyu slightly softened her voice. Kisya also sat back beside Abiyu, albeit with a sour face.

"Other times if you want to come here, cook yourself, bring your mother's cooking."

Suddenly Abiyu said that, Kisya immediately looked at Abiyu with a feeling of misgivings. "Don't know."

"Yes, right?" He said while looking at Kisya, Kisya immediately looked the other way.

"Don't tell me, who said this is your cooking?"

"I'm.."

"This is my cooking."

"Don't lie, I know the taste of your cooking, mother." Sometimes he looked towards Kisya, but the one he saw even threw his face in the other direction.

"Sokay know."

"I know all about you, you know nothing about me, Kisya."

Sorry just a little, later afternoon UP one more chapter.

But author's love spirit dong.

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