Take Off Yourself

Allergic

"Sir kades, I'm sorry to interrupt". Said Lela, whining. "It's stock for, Pak kades".

Lela, offering food to Hanafi. But Hanafi hesitated to take it. However, his eyes, glanced at Yasmin. "Thank you, Lela". Hanafi, forced to receive food from Lela. Just makes Yasmin jealous.

Yasmin, just be normal. What is jealousy for.

"A long time ago, finally sir kades received food supplies from me". Lela, blush shyly. Makes Yasmin, wanting to vomit to hear it. "I, look around, Mr. Kades was not made by your wife. Was the wife of mr. kades, not becus to be a wife". Sindir Lela, glancing towards Yasmin.

"Eleh-elegant...Sook tau,". Yasmin said, just go.

"Well, I'm ready to take a shower". Hanafi, pass leave Lela. He, put food on the table.

"Remain, are you eating a mas?". Ask Yasmin, directly.

"Clearly, I'll eat at the village chief's office later. Why, you're jealous". Hanafi, smile smrik.

"Idi-hh....It's not clear why I'm jealous of that crazy woman". Yasmin replied, he was sauteing kale vegetables.

Hanafi, breathe out and go into the bathroom.

Yasmin's eyes, looking towards Lela's food supply. "It seems, I have an idea. What, if I add shrimp in kale stir fry. He said, Mas Hanafi is allergic to shrimp. Rasain you,mas. It's time, I retaliate". Yasmin, immediately launched the action. In his heart, he laughed.

Yasmin's cuisine, already neatly arranged on the dining table. As soon as Hanafi, he was ready with his clothes.

They both, eating food at the table. Hanafi, not suspicious of Yasmin. He, so good to eat kale stir-fry that has been mixed with shrimp paste.

Yasmin, can't wait. What happened, next. Whether, shrimp fermentation can be affected by elergi. Fear, even wasted and failed to work on it.

After eating, Hanafi brought food from Lela.

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Arriving at the village chief's office, Hanafi felt his body itching. "Aisss...Why is my body, itching like this? Me, don't eat shrimp". Gerrutu Hanafi, not concerned with his work.

"Damn, where are the red spots again. Aaaarrggh... What allergies, again? Am I, allergic stir-fry kale again". Hanafi, immediately take his gatal medicine.

Food from Lela, directly given to Pak koko. Let the others eat it. Not Sudi it feels, eating supplies from Lela. Fearfully, there are magic spells.

"Sir kades, there's someone to find you". Said pak koko, who was directly in angguki hanafi.

Not long after, someone went inside. A beautiful woman, smiling sweetly.

While Hanafi, smile small and let sit down.

"This is the data requested by mr. Kades, thank you very much for the help". The woman said, smiling sweetly.

"Together, hopefully stay at home in this village and hopefully smooth the laundry business". Hanafi said, smiling.

"Thank you,pak kades. Excuse me first,". Rosella said, directly in Hanafi's nod.

Hours Hanafi, finishing his work. Time shows the hour, one afternoon. He, hurry home. Not to forget, he endured the itching on his body. Allergies are not lost.

"I want to talk to Mr. Kades. Without the ba-bi-bu again, never hurt Yasmin". Strictly Faris, the look in his eyes grinned sharply.

"Then, how is it different from you. Paying a man, then harassing his wife. Ck, hypocrite". Hanafi said, smiling smrik.

"Brengseeekk....". Faris, grab Hanafi's collar. But, directly on the Hanafi tepis and pushing Faris' body.

"Why, can't you take your ex-wife I hurt? Just relax, until anytime. I, I'm not gonna let go. Don't fuck around, to me. Me, I can do anything. Including, dragging you away from this village". Hanafi, get in his pick up car.

"Damn it....". Faris, mess up her hair. "Dek, I'm sorry. Can't help you and free yourself from the devil man's entrapment". Faris murmured, clenching both his hands.

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Ting....Ting...Ting...

"Bakso....!!". Shouted Yasmin at the same time as her neighbor, as the traveling meatballer passed by.

"eeee... We're the same, you want to call a meatball. Meet Rosella, the new neighbor next door". He, extended his hand.

Yasmin, nodding and welcoming Rosella's helping hand. Their house, just one house. "Yasmine,".

"Oh, so you're the wife of Mr. Kades. Just pantesan, Pak kades likes you. It looks beautiful and young. Oh yeah, I opened the laundry at home". Rosella, tell her the job.

"Wahh... Good luck, your effort. Hello, Rosella. Mang, the meatballs are two packs". Pinta Yasmin, gazing towards her newly arrived husband.

"Greetings, two packs too". Pinta Rosella, staring intensely at Yasmin. Actually, Yasmin felt uncomfortable with the gaze of her next-door neighbor.

When he finished, Yasmin left. But, directly in resistant by Rosella. "Eat the meatball, with yuk. On my porch, or on your porch".

"Son, I want to eat with my husband. Excuse me first, anytime". Reject Yasmin, instantly.

once at home, Yasmin prepared a meatball and poured it into a bowl. "Abkkhh....". Pekik Yasmin, when her hand was forcibly pulled by Hanafi.

"How dare you prank me ha!!". Hanafi snapped, clutching Yasmin's hand.

"Awluck...It hurts, take your hands off. I, don't understand what, you mean". Yasmin, grimacing in pain.

"Look, my hands and my whole body. Lots of red spots, because of allergies to shrimp. Or maybe, you're pranking me. No need, you convoluted Yasmin". The impact again, with a booming sound all over the kitchen.

"Don't accuse me of anything, ma'am.you, there's evidence I did it ha? We eat together and I don't cook shrimp. At most Lela's provisions, which you eat. Keep on having the air, don't dodge my words. I get it, you're trying to accuse me of all sorts". Yasmin said, turning her face away. Apparently Hanafi, just using a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Don't slander anyone else, Yasmin". Elak Hanafi, defending Lela.

"All right, I proved it myself. If I were, innocent. Put on some mas clothes, we'll meet Lela. Barani did not mas, if not mas deliberately accused me carelessly". Yasmin said, smiling smrik. She, already planned to fight her husband.

"No need, this time you survived Yasmin". Hanafi, reject it immediately. Because of him, he didn't want his lies exposed. Because of him, don't eat Lela's provisions.

"Ck, you coward. For your own carelessness, continue to accuse me of all sorts. Just like you, pas". Shouted Yasmin, as she was. "Go there mas, I'm sick of seeing that pretentious face of yours. Always looking for faults, so you can bully me again. Don't expect, I'm just staying quiet. Just the same, you're flying the war flag".

Hanafi, instantly silent and speaking nothing. His hand, wanting to grab a bowl of meatballs. Yasmin, however, immediately shook her hand. "Remain you,mas? It's my meatball, afraid you're slandering me again. There, buy it yourself. From now on, I won't cook for you anymore". Firmly Yasmin, go straight away and bring two bowls of meatballs.