The Battle of Ugly Women

Oh in-law

The night was getting late, two men stepped lazily out of the room after cleaning all the pots owned by his father-in-law. That handsome face look was very tired. Especially Zayn who had just become king for a day. Uhg he hasn't rested up to now. He added the pot in his first night. The more excited he is.

The two men split into their wives' rooms. Zayn let out a heavy sigh, as he was already inside the room, his wife had fallen asleep. Be sure tonight all plans are scrapped.

Zayn lay down beside his wife looking at that sleepy shady face. The more you enjoy the face of Alana the more the love is bloated. He then pulled his wife's body into his arms. Landing a kiss.

“Honey!” whispered Zayn with a heavy voice really he missed the warmth of his wife's body. But what happened was that his wife was getting more comfortable sleeping in her arms. Not awakened by his actions.

Zayn let out a rough sigh, finally resigned. He also began to close his eyes.

***

The morning sun has been welcomed, biased light entering through the window slit. Interferes with the comfortable sleep of the young man who coils under the covers.

Zayn flinched as his hand touched the side of the empty space beside him. This young man opened his wife's eyes no longer in the room

Oh, my God, he's bad luck.

Clucking, Zayn left the bed, he should have been able to spend time with his wife.

After cleaning up, Zayn heads to the kitchen where Alana is. Zayn pulled to the two corners of his lips as he saw his wife in the kitchen.

Alana who was struggling in front of the stove prepared breakfast. Surprised as he felt a careless circle on his plate.

“kak Vino,” pekik Alana.

“Why not wake me up,” said Zayn then kissed his wife's cheek.

“I don't want to disturb your sleep,” explained Alana then. “Overnight to what time is the stacking pot?” alana asked with a mocking sound.

“Three,” reply Zayn briefly pasted his face in the niche of his wife's neck, fondling her.

Alana smiled cutely, imagining the two men composing her mother's pot.

“Kak Zayn stop,” protest Alana wriggling amusedly as Zayn continues to kiss her.

“Come breakfast,” invite Alana.

“No,” refuse Zayn increasingly move his embrace.

Uhg, spoiled once he. Making Alana anxious this jutek master has turned so sweet.

“You have breakfast!” seloroh Zayn then released the winding of his hand to herd his wife's body in front of him. Zayn's hand then raised Alana's face to land a kiss on the lips.

Their lips will meet, but suddenly.

Plot ...

Alana was stunned to see who was coming. Zayn turned around.

“Mother!” peeking Zayn grimaced painfully looking at his mother-in-law with the pot in hand. Oh my gosh her in-laws just knocked on her head with a pot. “Why mom knocks my head with a pot!” zayn Protest.

“This is the dining room, if you want to make out see the place,” exclaimed mother Salma.

Alana thinned her lips withholding laughter, while Zayn flicked his lips. Again, his affection was disturbed by his mother-in-law.

Zayn directed his bead eyes at the dining table staring at Nara and Milan had been sitting side by side at the table. Oh my goodness when they were there. The couple is seen holding back laughter looking at it, on tap the pan.

“Don't tack on a mulu, It's for you,” said Salma's mother thrusting a piece of paper towards Zayn.

“This what bu?” tanya Zayn welcomed the paper given by her mother-in-law.

“That's a task for you.”

This young man then read the paper given by Salma's mother.

“Jenar's mother brought a three-stacking bushel, Tina's mother brought home a bowl for soup, Retno's mother used the two smallest stacking pans to bring home rendang and pickles, and her mother used the two smallest stacking pans,” read Zayn from some written on paper.

“That's a list of addresses of mothers who yesterday brought home food when we visited. They use the mother's container, the challenger, the bowl, you ask back, if you don't charge it later on amnesia. No turning back,” is clearly Salma's mother.

Whaaat! How-how was?

Jeduar

Zayn was astonished he was tasked with collecting his mother-in-law's container.

Oh my goodness to charge a three-stacking challenge and another container.

“Mother,” protest Zayn.

“Have done your job.” Press Salma's mother doesn't want to protest.

Zayn then turns his eyes on Nara, Milan and Alana all seem to hold back laughter knowing his duty.

Salma's mother sat down at the dinner table. His gaze turned to the couple in front of him sitting side by side holding hands.

“You also do not hold on, later your fourth child will be again,” Salma's mother's lips on Nara and Milan.

“Ya ma'am, kok us,” protest Milan.

Now it was Zayn's turn to hold back the laughter of seeing this couple. All from Salma's mother.

Breakfast was started they sat at the dinner table eating breakfast menu sometimes interspersed with small talk. Zayn put on a sour face, oh again his affection together with his wife delayed, so many tasks that Salma's mother gave him.