Sweet Honey Belongs to My Husband
Episode 32
At Zahri's house, Lala can adjust. Lala has started to continue her education with home schooling arranged by Zahri.
Lala, he began to set traps bit by bit by relying on his innocent face.
On the surface Lala looks like a submissive boy, but when the target is off guard, then he will turn like a cunning rabbit.
Like yesterday, he put his grandmother's laxatives into the food and drink of Zahri and his grandmother Mitha.
Lala seemed to know nothing when she saw Zahri and her grandmother pacing all day to the toilet until they were dehydrated.
The next day at dawn, Lala came down from the balcony of her room, then Lala deflated two tires of Zahri's car and hid the key so that he was late to an important meeting until he lost cooperation with a new investor.
Lala's intention to prank Zahri was so strong that it removed his phobias from heights or darkness.
"Mom, wake me up sooner tomorrow. I have an appointment with a foreign investor tomorrow at 9" Zahri told his mother during their lunch.
"Ok" Mitha replied briefly.
Lala leisurely and indifferently at the dining table was smiling cunningly in her heart. The idea of thwarting Zahri's crucial encounter once again appears in his small brain that has a myriad of mischievous wits.
That afternoon, while Zahri was working on a proposal to take her tomorrow to his study, Lala slipped into his grandmother's room.
In the room there is a sleeping pill that is often taken by Ms. Mitha when she has difficulty sleeping at night.
Lala tiptoed slowly into the room, Mitha was in the bathroom when Lala walked into her room. As usual Mitha afternoon routine every 5 pm she took a shower and then prepared to cook for dinner.
Lala quickly pocketed a few grains of sleeping medicine capsules in her pants pocket. Then Lala pretended to play her doll on her grandmother's bed.
Cekleeek....
"Eh, Lala. Grandma was surprised that you were here" said Mitha who was surprised that there were other people in her room.
"Grandma, tonight Lala wants fried chicken, spicy fried rice just like omelettes" he asked plainly
"Oohh, so you're here to request dinner?" Bu Mitha said without any suspicion.
"Yes..." Lala smiled innocently back but the other side of Lala smiled cunningly.
Bu Mitha dried her wet hair using a hair dryer. He saw the clock on the wall at 6 p.m. Time for him to prepare dinner for himself, Zahri, Lala and the babysitter who is only in charge of taking care of all the needs of Lala.
"Ok if so grandma to the kitchen first yes ready your request" Mitha put her comb back on the dresser.
Just as Mitha was about to open the door, Lala called out again.
"Grandma, Lala help ya. Lala wants to make the decoration" whined Lala with a certain intention.
"Waahh, it's a pleasure to have Grandma assisted by grandchildren as sweet as you" said Mitha sincerely.
She was grateful that Lala had accepted her as her grandmother. Although Lala still does not want to mention Zahri as her birth mother. Ms. Mitha did not impose the designation. According to him, Lala will slowly accept Zahri as her birth mother.
If only Mitha's mother had known the meaning of Lala's change of attitude towards the two of them. Lala is not a submissive and sweet child if there is someone who will hurt her mother. Lala will turn into a little demon who protects her mother from anyone.
In the kitchen Lala noticed her grandmother concocting fried rice seasoning. While occasionally chattering about his daily life at school with his sister Danta.
Bu Mitha was happy to hear the story of her favorite granddaughter, even though Lala was acting appropriately.
"Hii ..hii.. if you're older, Lala must be the number one soap opera artist 😏" he murmured to himself
"Lala, why are you smiling?" Ask her grandmother wonder.
"Ehh... No napa-napa grandma. Lala just remembered with Lala's tea that was pup in her pants, hehehe" the reason was haphazard.
"Oohhh. Funny about your friend"
Bu Mitha continued sauteing the seasoning and started to include the other ingredients one by one.
A few moments later...
"Done..." Bu Mitha smiled satisfied that the special request of her grandson had been completed.
"Wait nek. Let Lala put it on the plate" prevent Lala when her grandmother would put her fried rice into a large bowl.
Lala then took one large bowl and one small bowl from the plate and put 4 pieces of dinner plates next to the kitchen planting stove.
"What do you want with that bowl, Lala?" Mitha was confused
"Mau Lala print the nek" Lala explained.
After finishing printing rice to each plate. Lala then asked her grandmother to take cucumbers and tomatoes as a complement.
When her grandmother was busy looking for what Lala asked for, that was the opportunity Lala sprinkled sleeping pills on 3 plates with large bowl prints.
Lala opened her shell quickly, sprinkling two capsules for each fried rice on the plate.
Then Lala bagged back the empty capsule shell.
Lala smiled mischievously, feeling proud of herself.
Lala continued to arrange fried chicken and eggs into the dish at the same time her grandmother finally found the last 1 cucumber in the vegetable pile.
"Loh, are you done Lala? So fast" said Mitha proudly.
"Not Lala who is fast, the late grandmother" said Lala while raising his eyebrows.
"Hahaha ..you're the granny look at your behavior" exclaimed Mitha pinched Lala's chubby cheeks.
"Aahhh grandma. Grandma's hand smelled of shrimp" Lala rubbed her cheek rub.
"Oh yes, still the fishy smell of shrimp yes, hehehe..." He forgot to wash his hands with lime to get rid of the smell of shrimp when he concocted fried rice seasoning.
"Grandma cut the vegetables first. After that we put the plate on the dining table" Mitha ma'am washed cucumbers and tomatoes alternately. Then cut it thin to taste and place it into a plate.
"Yeeayayy.... So beautiful is the kayak in the mother's restaurant" said Lala girang made.
"Mmmm..." Mitha replied with a thud.
If it was someone else, Mitha ma'am would have scolded the person if she mentioned Dayana's name.
But this was his own grandson, there was no way he acted rashly and was hated by Lala so as to keep him away from his grandson.
"Yok, help grandma lift this plate to the table" said Ms. Mitha.
"OK..." Lala just lifted her own plate that she had printed with a small bowl and fried chicken part of her favorite thigh.
It was almost 7pm when they finished cooking.
Bu Mitha walked into Zahri's study. Knock door.
Tokk.tokk..
"Zahri, it's time for dinner" Mitha's mom stayed behind the door not intending to open it.
"Yes ma'am, just a minute" said Zahru from the inside.
After getting an answer, Ms. Mitha returned to the dining table. Sit there waiting for the others to come.
Babysitter Lala showed up on time. He came home at dinner time. That afternoon the babysitter let out to the supermarket to buy some of her necessities.
"Hmmm.wangi bener mom. It was special to have dinner today" he said honestly.
"Yes donk, this is a special dinner menu requested by our little princes" said Mitha happy.
"Oohhh... Non princess who cooks?" Tempted babysitter.
"Lala just help eat aja mbak" he said cuek.
Shortly after, Zahri entered the dining room. Then they started dinner.
"Mom, don't forget tomorrow to wake me up sooner" Zahri reminded.
"Yes, I set the alarm. You also set your alarm" her mother said.
"Yes mom. I went in the room first yes" said Zahri to everyone there.
After dinner, they returned to their rooms. Lala slept with her babysitter.
That night, Lala smiled with her own smile imagining the furore she made tomorrow.
"Hii.hii... Look at it tomorrow. This house will shake with aunty kunti scream 😈 "
The next morning, at 6 am the alarms of Mitha and Zahri's bu sound together. But none of them turned off the alarm.
Each of them was still sleeping under his warm blanket.
Until a few hours later Zahri began to wake up he yawned stretching his achy muscles, then Zahri took his phone to look at the clock.
With his eyes still sleepy, Zahri rubbed his eyes so that his vision became clear.
Zahri blinked his eyes repeatedly confirming the number of clocks on his phone.
"I..this...is it noon????" Zahri's eyes successfully rounded to see already 10 hours on the screen of his sophisticated phone.
Then dozens of calls and short messages from his assistant Gilang and his investors appeared on his screen.
"Ibuuuuuuuuuuuu....." Zahri shouted so loudly woke the other residents of the house.
Bu Mitha and the babysitter gasped awake at Zahri's screams. They rushed towards Zahri's room to see what was happening.
While Lala remained in her room laughing out loud until stomach pain.
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