The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 85

Ayleen who had just finished taking a bath, sharpened his ears when he heard a noise from below. Haura shouted while laughing, not to mention the sound of the clanking of spoons being hit on the plate, sounded tight, like deliberately making a rowdy sound with two cutlery. Ayleen quickly changed his clothes and went downstairs, to the kitchen.

Ayleen's eyes rounded to see Ibra standing in front of the stove with an apron. Although Ibra's position was behind her, she knew her husband was holding a spatula at the moment.

"Come buluan, I'm lapel."

Ting ting ting

Haura hit the spoon and fork on the empty plate in front of her. Creating a rowdy atmosphere.

"Yes, a little bit more mateng," said Ibra while turning his head. Simultaneously, he saw Ayleen coming. "Darling, are you done with the bath?" Afraid that he cooked the charred, the man went back to the stove, whether he was cooking what, which must have smelled very fragrant, like fried rice.

Ayleen approached to see what Ibra was cooking. His guess was right, her husband was making fried rice.

"You cook, brother?" It seemed that Ayleen still could not believe what he saw.

"No, again hoe," said Ibra random. Ayleen who was furious, directly hit his arm slowly. "Haura is starving, Santi's mom is not feeling well, you keep saying tired, after dawn sleep again. Want to tell Bi Sulis, I see she's busy nyuci. Yes, I'm cooking."

"Silver buluan," cried Haura. Haura had tasted a little bit of Ibra fried rice at the tip of the spatula. Knowing it tastes good, so he can't wait to eat.

"Yes, honey, beware" said Ayleen.

"Tadi Haura was already nyicip a little, so she was impatient. It's good to say."

"That means you're deadeng dong, why haven't you killed the stove?"

"The creep is still hard, so I'm dying a little bit more."

Feeling the vegetables are tender, Ibra turned off the stove. Take the plate in front of Haura and fill it with fried rice.

"We ate a plate together." Not even Ayleen agreed, Ibra had moved the fried rice on the cauldron into 1 plate that was quite large. "Cobain, said Haura is delicious," he said as he took a spoonful of fried rice.

"Hot." Reject Ayleen when the spoon filled with fried rice that reflected the smoke was in front of his mouth.

"Good, forgot." Ibra blew it.

"Ish, it's blown. Food can't be blown."

"Either my lips or my mouth you like, so the food I blow out will be better." Ibra again thrust a spoonful of fried rice into Ayleen's mouth.

"Not because of that, ta_" Ayleen's sentence was truncated because Ibra pushed the spoon into Ayleen's mouth.

"No boy?"

Ayleen nodded while chewing. And without guilt, after the food in his mouth was gone, he opened his mouth wide. "Ac..."

"Ish, you naughty bastard." Ibra pinched Ayleen's pinched nose. Scooping the fried rice, blowing it for a while then back to feed Ayleen. Unwilling to continue eating while standing up, Ibra brought a plate containing her fried rice to the table where Haura was eating. Do not forget to pull a chair for Ayleen and let the woman sit.

"I didn't think you could cook this well" Ayleen praised as Ibra returned to feed him.

"What the hell, this discussed food. There's a kid, watch the shit."

"He doesn't understand. Aye right?" Ibra turned towards Haura. His forehead shriveled to see his sister frowning while folding both hands in her chest. "Why, Ra?"

"Sister favoritism. It's just my dear sister Ayleen, I don't." Ibra and Ayleen looked at each other, not understanding what Haura meant. "Sir Ayleen doang bribed, I don't."

"Haha...." Ibra immediately laughed at the expression of his brother's jealousy. "Yes, yes, here's the plate." Ibra pulled the plate in front of Haura. Moving in the middle of the two women and feeding them alternately, including feeding himself because he was just as hungry.

"You're a good fit to be a father" Ayleen said.

"Still young me, time is like a father."

"Not like the fathers, but it is suitable to have children. I have a fatherly soul. I think if our daughter is a girl, she must immediately fall in love with you. You are a family man." Ayleen embraced Ibra's waist while putting his head on her husband's shoulder.

"Are you ready to be a mother?"

"Ready, '" whispered Ayleen near Ibra's ear. "I've been really pregnant with your child." He puffed his stomach and then rubbed it slowly. "What if you don't want to have children?"

"I told you, the kid's a bonus, not my goal in marrying you. Whenever God gives me the same confidence to be a father, be prepared. The source of my happiness is you, Ay. So whether or not there is a child, I will remain happy as long as I can continue to be with you."

In addition to the sentence Ibra always makes Ayleen melt, the man's loving gaze also always managed to damage his heart. And that made him unable to kiss Ibra's cheek.

"Yes, your lips are a lot of oil, dirty."

Ayleen immediately snorted in annoyance while frowning in such words.

Cup

Ibra kissed Ayleen's cheek back, making the lips that were initially conical forward, curling up to form a smile.

"Dear joke, don't scoff."

Ibra turned to look at Haura and then kissed her cheek as well, so as not to be envious. And Haurapun, kiss back Ibra's cheek.

"Where is the thank you, makinakin?" ibra asked the two women to his left and right.

Ayleen codes Haura, asking her to kiss Ibra together. Haura who understood to stand up straight away, it was too difficult for her to kiss Ibra in a sitting position.

"Still," said Ayleen and Haura compact. The two then kiss Ibra's cheeks together.

Ibra was unable to hold a smile when both cheeks were kissed simultaneously by 2 of her favorite people.

"Yes, tomorrow we will, yes" Ayleen's pinta.

"Snake."