Sincerity Love Vishnu

Chapter 65 Eating Meatballs

The day had gone by the night when Vishnu and Almira decided to return home. Arriving at home, Almira put the bag on the sofa and sat down slumped down her back. Fatigue began to be felt all over her body, she curled up on her side and fell asleep while waiting for her husband to finish bathing.

Along the way she could only glance at the flat look of her husband. The calmness that often makes him misperception in deciphering the form of silence and indifference. It turned out to be all the deep bitterness that made her husband the figure she is now familiar with.

Almira became so grateful, in any limitation she still had a whole family. Supported him from the early stages of birth until now he is an adult. Then how is Vishnu? Almira imagines herself as a nine-year-old living without both parents. Ahhh .. Just imagine it feels like he is not able to.

“My dear, Ira," whispered Vishnu rubbing his wife's head gently and getting rid of the hair that covered his face.

”Ehm," replied Almira deliriously.

Vishnu smiled faintly looking at him. Sitting next to his wife.

Vishnu was very grateful because Almira did not comment on any past stories that he had opened at the funeral this afternoon. Now his feelings are relieved. His fear is slowly disappearing.

“Ira, shower first. Come on, will Mas Inu help you?" vishnu's question shook Almira's shoulder gently.

Almira opened her eyes slowly, blinked while yawning covered in drowsiness and tired whack. He immediately sat down with a tired and lazy face. He had not looked at Vishnu at all. His life has not been fully collected. Rubbing her eyes she turned to the direction where her husband was sitting next to her.

”Mas Inu," said Almira, making Vishnu smile and grabbing the shoulder and pulling it in his arms. Almira could only smile and feel careless herself.

“You take a shower first, the whistle,” Vishnu's tease pat Almira's back.

“Bentar, Mas. Lore ...."

Almira pushes Vishnu's body and rushes towards the bathroom. He also shut the door. The sound of a faucet lit up loudly accompanied by the sound of Almira who returned to vomiting. Vishnu looked at the door while sighing heavily. He immediately stepped into the bathroom and overtook Almira who was flushed with tears seeping in restraining the whack of nausea.

”You all right?" ask Vishnu feeling anxious.

His wife shook her head quickly and lowered her head again trying to spit out her entrails. While sweating he straightened his body and pressed the faucet and collected water in both palms to gargle.

“We go to the doctor again, huh?" invite Vishnu to rub Almira's back gently. Vishnu did not know what he could do to reduce the nausea that Almira was feeling.

”No need, I'll take a shower and take vitamins from the doctor. Definitely delicious. Besides, I feel nauseous just fitting sometimes hear there is a slovenly word anyway," declined Almira patted his cheek after scooping the water and refreshing his face.

“Kata Iler earlier?" vishnu's goda smiled.

”Mas Inu!" decak Almira is upset.

He closed his lips again with his fingers and glanced cynically at Vishnu who folded his lips holding his prank laugh. Still while upset Almira replied to him with a small pinch attack on the arm leaving reddish patches.

“Ouch! fierce candidate Mahmud," ringis Vishnu again while rubbing his arm accompanied by a roar of laughter.

”I want to eat meatballs, which are large circles and egg contents," said Almira while walking to get a towel.

Vishnu looked at his wife with many things going through his mind. About what's going on. His son-in-law was really created with them. Vishnu just wanted to explode crying.

“Mother, forgive Vishnu. Maybe your struggle while holding me is the same as what my wife is feeling right now. Trying as if fine, in fact his body is not comfortable at all," the inner Vishnu looked.

”Mas, Inu," call Almira, his wife is now in front of him.

“Yes?" vishnu answered immediately looking with a surprised face. Almira looked on with a pouting face.

”I want to take a shower first. I want to eat meatballs, Mas can buy no?“ pinta Almira looked expectantly.

”Can, certainly can." Vishnu nodded quickly and took a slow step leaving the bathroom.

Almira kept shaking her fingers so that Vishnu quickly went outside and bought himself food according to what he had imagined. Flipping over and clearing her throat several times Almira was about to strip her clothes.

“Mas Inu," upset Almira looked at Vishnu who was still standing in front of the door staring at him.

”Yes, Boss."

Vishnu smiled knots and walked outside and closed the door slowly. He still laughed to himself as he went to the nightstand and took his phone from there. Type the name Ihsan the assistant adjaan everyone to carry out the noble task of himself.

Not until waiting for a long phone connection in the voice by the owner, Vishnu walked out of the room to the living room casually.

“Believe me a two-part meatball whose balls are big. It contains eggs, do not forget also sambal and soy sauce in the separation only," Vishnu ordered in a serious voice.

”Grenade or lightning meatballs, Boss?" he also asked in a serious tone. Ihsan refers to the popular names of modern meatballs.

“What do you mean by grenade? Lightning?" decak Vishnu felt that Ihsan was joking with him.

”Lha what? Meatballs have many names," Ihsan sounded serious as well.

“Terserah, just buy it all. Debt your money first, until the house I change," said Vishnu hung up the phone.

While exhaling he immediately went to the kitchen to pick up the cup and filled it with hot water. Looking at his neatly arranged kitchen, he grabbed a packet of powdered ginger from the container and poured it in his cup. Not sure if Vishnu tried to make a drink to reduce his wife's nausea. He felt pity when his wife was young pregnant but there were no parents at all who accompanied him.

”Mas, the meatballs already? How are you still at home?" almira went down the stairs and went to the kitchen where Vishnu looked at his wife's fresh face.

Vishnu smiled then looked back at the cup in front of him. While stirring the contents he walked closer to the dining table.

“I make a warm ginger drink," said Vishnu put a cup on the table. ”Come, sit here."

Smile sumringah Almira decorate the form of attention of the husband for her. While sitting he received the drink and tasted the taste.

”No sugar?" almira's comments frowned with a fresh spicy taste without feeling any sweetness in the ginger drink.

“What's the matter?" ask Vishnu trying to be ignorant teasing.

”Yes are not sweet," muttered Almira scowled to act spoiled.

Vishnu sat opposite Almira. He folded his lips trying not to laugh, his hands he put on the table holding his face. Almira was embarrassed to look at him.

“What the hell?" almira protests down and smiles herself embarrassed, Vishnu still feels at home seductive with his sweet gaze.

“Less sweet," replied Almira puffing her lips.

”Try drinking again while staring at Mas Inu," always Vishnu makes Almira want to laugh.

“Gombal ah .. I asked for sugar," said Almira even embarrassed herself with her husband's behavior in flirting. His face was definitely red because of it. Sipping back her ginger drink Almira returned her husband's stare.

”Tuh 'right, the sweetness feels, isn't it?" vishnu's temptation again made Almira comment on laughter while looking down. She really felt bullied by her husband. Successfully teased all-out without being able to retaliate.

The doorbell rang to stop the laughter of the two. Vishnu immediately stood up and went around the dining table and ruffled his wife's hair before going outside to open the door for Ihsan. He knew Ihsan was the only guest of his house, after all he had been waiting for the meatballs of Almira's request that Vishnu ordered through his assistant handsome mainstay.

“Who's coming?" tanya Almira looked at her husband's loss.

”Ihsan delivered your order meatballs earlier," replied Vishnu passed until now his body is not visible from behind the door.

Vishnu opened the door and found Ihsan's warm smile with a lot of plastic in his left right hand.

“Please," Vishnu stared for a moment and turned inside the house, letting Ihsan follow him.

“The flight was smart to recognize my face," he chatted while observing his boss's living room that felt lonely.

”Your face is very antique and distinctive, so the system detects your face not as a villain," Vishnu reply still runs towards the kitchen.

“Of course, Boss. Is not our face eleven," said Ihsan while also stopping to follow when Vishnu stopped his steps and turned his head back. The sound of him clucking made Ihsan smile towards him.

”What does eleven mean?" ask Vishnu quickly.

“Hahaha .. Shopee ad, sir. Shopee eleven eleven big sale ...," replied Ihsan while singing exactly like an advertisement on TV.

Almira who heard the voice laughed with Ihsan's cuteness. Several times he had to hide his face between the folds of his arms on the table so as not to make a sound that would embarrass him.

Vishnu stomped his feet and hit Ihsan's bellied stomach, he felt furious himself. Especially when he saw his wife laughing at Ihsan's behavior inevitably he also smiled.

”Put it on the meatball table," Vishnu's command runs towards the shelf and takes three bowls.

“Let me, time tell guests. Besides, even if he's your best friend, don't be so mean," stop Almira from standing up and grabbing a lot of plastic on the table. He felt confused himself with the number of meatballs purchased.

”A lot," comments Vishnu put a bowl on the table. His hand opened a pack and poured out the contents.

Ihsan smiled proudly looking at his prowess in searching for his boss' less specific orders.

“That's a Jumbo meatball, sir," replied Ihsan sitting on the chair.

Almira sat back down as Vishnu grabbed his arm to sit down and let himself serve. While nailing hands Almira looked at all the meatballs contained in the bowl more than five in number.

”Then what's the name?" tanya Almira pointed to the meatballs that were in front of Vishnu.

“That's the name of a mercon meatball, keep that one over there grenade meatballs, lightning balls, baby meatballs, keep this one ...," replied Ihsan mentioning his name enthusiastically.

”Bed?" vishnu Sahut felt strange.

“Cheating meatballs also exist," Ihsan said displaying his white teeth grimacing.

"That thought, that cheating," said Vishnu made Ihsan scratch the base of his nose and sneer.

Almira looked at Vishnu and Ihsan alternately. Tmbul cohesiveness in the mind between Almira and Vishnu against Ihsan, while sitting Vishnu grabbed his bowl and took it also for Almira.

”Which one are you, honey?" ask Vishnu while handing over the spoon and fork.

“Yang Meatballs Just Pinak, Darling. Which one are you?" almira asked back while laughing lightly.

Vishnu handed the meatballs to Almira, and took them for himself. Ihsan observed the sweet interaction in front of her with a wry smile. Several times he breathed out feeling neglected.

”You ate all the remaining meatballs yes," said Vishnu pushing three bowls towards Ihsan.

Ihsan looked at Vishnu and Almira alternately. While staring at the bowl before him limply, he snorted.

“Already in debt, ranting, tell to spend anyway, cruel delay," grumbled Ihsan grabbed the bowl and spoon.

Vishnu just smiled hearing it.

”I only owe two bowls of meatballs, huh? The rest of you eat" chirped Vishnu while sipping on the meatballs that shake his tongue. Ihsan looked at Vishnu instantly with his own annoyed eyes.

Almira glanced at her husband's best friend while holding back a laugh. He did not expect to be able to prank the handsome man even make his eating mood become very tasteful.

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