The Love of the Duda

TCSD 143: Caught of Deception

"Let's enjoy the chicken noodles, Neng!"

"Thank you, Mama!"

Get off the car, Mara rushed to take a position sitting with hern in a typical seller's long chair in a tent stall like this. Now in front of him has presented a bowl of chicken noodles that look so tempting tastes. Chewy noodles decorated by mustard, chicken meat concoction, and also chunks of chives, as if to arouse the appetite for anyone to immediately taste it. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh... Not to forget, pieces of cucumber, carrots, onions, and mungy chili combined into pickles as if to add to the delicious taste of one bowl of chicken noodles. Do the readers know? Chicken noodles are one of the favorite foods of the author of this story. So please understand yes, if the author raised the theme of chicken noodles in one of his parts 😉

"Geez, this chicken noodle is so good. The chicken seasoning is thick, not too sweet, and tastes very savory."

When the noodles had landed on her tongue, Mara endlessly praised the processed chicken noodles of this tent stall. Although the place to hold the merchandise is so simple, but the taste is not at all as simple as the place, because really the taste of chicken noodles is so special. Throughout Mara's history of tasting processed chicken noodles, this chicken noodle is what she thinks is the most delicious.

Seeing the wife so enthusiastically enjoying this chicken noodle, only made the man smile knot. It turns out that his efforts to cover the name of Edi with the name Kliwon is not in vain because his wife seems very happy.

"Is that really like that, honey? If it's good, do you want it again?"

"Isn't this the last chicken noodle? I didn't see any raw noodles on display in that wagon."

"There are still two more servings, dear. Hows it? Wanna?"

"You are, want to!"

The god linked his gaze towards these two middle-aged chicken noodle sellers. With just a single nod of their heads, they already understood what the Gods wanted. With a quick motion, the father of the noodle seller made another serving of chicken noodles for Mara.

"Waaahhh, if you see that Eneng is so greedy eating this chicken noodle, it could be that later this Neng child also likes to eat chicken noodles," chirped the mother who tried to open a conversation with Mara.

Mara just nodded slowly while trying to spend the second portion of chicken noodles that were in front of her. "It could be like that, ma'am. It turns out that processed chicken noodles with the name Pak Kliwon are always delicious. I remember a chicken noodle seller in my village called Mr. Kliwon, it tasted good like this too."

The god just smiled. Really, his heart was overwhelmed by the agitation that was so agitated. He was worried if the name of Kliwon that he attached to this tent was dislodged. I don't know what's gonna happen. It could be that his wife is going to sulk.

The two chicken noodle sellers glanced at the God. From the look on their faces also revealed a worry, perhaps the same as felt by the Gods. But they also can't do anything. Maybe only be able to join in praying, hopefully the trick done by the prospective papa is not revealed.

"Mas, why did you just shut up? Are you tired from almost all day touring the city looking for chicken noodles, Mr. Kliwon?"

The second bowl has been toilet without a trace, as a sign that already two servings of chicken noodles are entering into the stomach of Mara. The woman took one glass of warm lime and slowly sipped it slowly.

"Aahhhh not too dear. I'm not tired at all. Instead I feel happy because I can see you spending two servings of this chicken noodle." The god took a piece of tissue and he pointed it at Mara's lips, to remove the remaining broth that was stuck in the corner of his wife's lips. "When it's over, we go home, baby. It was getting late and the air was cold. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

It was actually not the reason for the wind that made the Gods want to quickly leave this place. He thinks the situation is still safe because the trick still runs smoothly, he invites the wife to move from here. Because really, he was so worried if until the patch Kliwon writing was removed.

But it seems like good fortune is not on the side of the Gods. Faintly he heard two men entering this tent stall. Two young men who seemed to be subscriptions to a chicken noodle shop pak Edi.

"Loh, sir Edi changed his name? In front of why his name became Kliwon instead of Edi anymore?"

The words of one of the young men successfully made Mara slightly gasp. He looked at the two young men and looked at their faces. "What's this guy talking about? Doesn't this chicken noodle belong to Mr Kliwon?"

Hearing the young man's words made Mara quickly rise from her sitting position. With a quick motion, he headed towards Kliwon's writing that was plastered on this tent.

Suddenly the God was like a tribulation gulping his saliva. It was completely filled with bad premonitions. After this, something terrible will happen.

Dead me, after this my wife must know that Kliwon's name is just a fabrication. Get ready to face your wife's rampage, Wa!

The chicken noodle seller can only lower their face while sniffing their shoulders, as a sign that they do not want to take all the risks. Without a second thought, God also rose from his seat and followed the wife who was in front of the tent.

"Mas Gods!"

Only that word came out of Mara's lips when the paper with Kliwon's writing he managed to escape from the place where he lived to cover Edi's name.

The eyes of the Gods were wide because right now in front of the wife clearly emblazoned with the name of Edi and not Kliwon. In a hurry, the God approached Mara and rested in front of her.

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"Dear, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to lie to you, honey. I just don't know how to find a chicken noodle seller named Kliwon. That's why I use it this way!"

The position of the Gods looks so pitiful. He rested under Mara's feet like a man caught cheating on her and trying to get forgiveness from his wife. In fact, this is only a matter of Kliwon's name.

Mara gasps. He grabbed the husband's shoulder and put him in a standing position. He stared at the face of the God who was enveloped by the guilt. And yet...

"Thank you very much for all your efforts to make me happy. I apologize if my request is too much."

Mara hugged the body of the God tightly. He knew very well that God had tried desperately to find chicken noodles Pak Kliwon as he wanted. That's what makes Mara's heart warm and can't underestimate her husband's efforts.

The god was slightly surprised by the expression the wife had revealed. He thought that Mara would be angry, wrathful, sulking, or maybe raging because she had been deceived but it turned out the opposite. This woman thanked me and apologized.

The god broke his embrace a little. Until now the two have been looking at each other. "Aren't you angry because I lied to you, honey?"

Mara shook her head. "Where can I be angry at a husband who has done various ways to make me happy, Mas? I feel like a wife who doesn't know thank you for being mad at you." Mara put her face close to the face of God. And a gentle kiss he placed on the lips of the husband. "Thank you very much. I'm so happy to be your wife!"

God is no less happy because he has been blessed with a wife who is so perfect as this wife. A gentle kiss given by Mara, she responded with a deep kiss and many times on the lips of the wife. A middle-aged pair of chicken noodle sellers and also two young people in this place can only bite their fingers to see the intimacy of a couple who are dissolved in this intimacy.

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