The Love of the Duda

TCSD 66: Again Ra! Some more!

"Genderwo!!!!"

"Sstttt... Mbok, don't scream. It's me God!"

"Good God... I thought genderuwo!!"

Darmi's body jumped instantly when he saw a tall, well-built shadow in the kitchen in the morning blind like this. Not surprisingly, Mbok Darmi thought the shadow he saw was a genderuwo figure because the state of the kitchen this morning is still in a dim atmosphere and only such a shadow is visible in his vision.

"Genderuwo what the hell is Mbok? Handsome and handsome like this when spelled out genderuwo?" said Dewa while cleaning the chicken under the sink faucet.

"What do you do in a blind morning like this? In the kitchen again. In your lifetime, you rarely set foot in the kitchen?"

Apparently curiosity mbok Darmi thrashed, when he saw the master busy himself in the kitchen. Work with chicken, and also a variety of kitchen spices. The man even looks so perfect like a chef with an apron attached to his body.

"I want to make honey roasted chicken, Mbok!"

Draining the chicken meat followed by kneading the onion, garlic, candlenut, coriander, and ginger, the aura of a widower almost four heads it looks even more out. The man even looked so adept at processing all the ingredients. If he ever fails in terms of making a cake for Mara when the girl is birthday, but not to cook this meal. Various chicken preparations like this have fallen into the hands of God.

"Do you want to help me, sir?"

The half-principled widower only smiled knots while shaking his head. "No need Mbok. I can do it myself."

The god was busy smearing chicken meat with a mixture of spices he made. After that he put it into the magic roaster and just wait to mature. While mbok Darmi can only be surprised to see the master so good at cooking like this.

"Actually in what order is the Lord God busy cooking like this? And where are all these foods, sir?"

The god leaned against the kitchen island with a glaring gaze. While imagining the beautiful girl he planned to meet this morning.

"I'll take it to my future wife's house, Mbok."

"Wife candidate?"

Mbok Darmi seemed surprised by what was said by God. Because so far the employer has never been seen to bring his candidate to the house.

"Yes, she's my future wife Mbok. Pray for me yes, let her really be my life partner soon."

Although the gaze of the eyes of God looks so bright, but the happy twinkle was clearly reflected on his handsome face. That is what makes Mbok Darmi also feel the happiness. Ever since the household tempest came attacking the adult man, it made him almost never smile as widely as this. But today, the happy smile is back and certainly makes the people around him feel that happiness too.

"Aamiin, Invoke prayers for the good of the Lord God always. May after this, the life of the Lord God be filled with happiness."

"Thank you Mbok."

Before long, what the Gods were waiting for had matured perfectly. He arranged it in a bushel and was ready to give it to the girl he loved.

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"Master? What do you do in the morning like this?"

The new perched hour hand shows at half-six in the morning. But the God in a neat state was already standing in front of the door of Mara's house. That was what made the girl half-dead shocked.

The god gave a little smile. Although the girl only wore a home negligee with the character of Pikachu, it did not reduce her beauty level at all. The girl looked more natural.

God's eyes caught something in Mara's chest. And the man seemed to be hypnotized by what appeared there.

My God, wearing this loose outfit alone belonging to this girl looks so obvious. What if this girl was wearing lingerie? Gee whiz... Mine....

The god of trouble to swallow his saliva. He felt as if there was a lump in the esophagus blocking the salivary flow. His lips were only clenched and only the banana horn spoke that he was amazed by this sexy creature in front of him.

"Master! Why dumbass?"

Inevitably the girl patted the shoulder of the God when she saw him dumbstruck. That is what makes God gasp and aware of his daydream.

"Eh.. Anu's... That's..." The half-virgin widower was nervous to death. He sighed in trying to master the turmoil within him. "Where are you going Ra?"

Really ridiculous. The question Mara asked was not answered at all, instead the man answered it with another question.

Mara clucking. "I'm going to the front shop, sir, to buy breakfast."

"No need to go to Ra's rice shop." The god showed the tote bag that he had in his hand. "I've brought you breakfast and Dad's. So you don't have to go to the rice shop."

Mara's face immediately sparkled to hear the God calling the father 'father'. The call really sounds so warm because it becomes a sign that the man in front of him will love his father like he loves his own father.

"Th-this is what, sir?" ask Mara while receiving the tote bag brought by the God.

"Baked chicken and rice. Eat it, you and Dad will love it."

"Gentleman buy where? How come someone's been selling grilled chicken so early?"

The gods just chuckle softly. "I'm not buying. I made it right out of my own hands."

Mara gasps. "T-Master cooking?"

The man just nodded slowly. "Yes, I cook. Let's get eaten soon, mumpung is still warm."

"Thank you very much, sir. Let's go in, let's have breakfast together."

Mara turned her body, intending to go back inside the house immediately. Yet...

"Ra, wait!"

The god pulled Mara's arm and tried to stop her footsteps.

"What's up, sir?"

"Have you forgotten my request yesterday?"

Mara's eyebrows are tied together. Trying to remember what the gods said yesterday.

"What did Master ask for?"

"You really forgot?"

The girl nodded steadily. "Yes sir, I completely forgot."

The widower breathed deeply. It turned out to be so hard for this girl to change her nickname for him. Just wanting to be called 'mas' was extremely difficult.

"Call me 'mas' Ra. M A S, 'mas'!" said the god while spelling the letters that become a series of words 'mas'. I wish that girl would always remember.

Mara just smiled knot. It turned out that this call was what he had promised to the Gods. Mara sighed deeply and she exhaled slowly.

"Let's go in. We're having breakfast together."

Suddenly the face of the little virgin widower was beaming just because it was called 'mas' by the idol.

"Try to repeat Ra!"

"Mas Gods..."

"Again Ra!"

"Mas Gods..."

"Again!"

"Mas Gods!"

Ahhhhh, my God... This sounds so sweet. What if later when he called my name when we made love.... Ahhhhh it must be sweeter than java sugar.

Yes, God is still a God, a little virgin widower who is often trapped by his own dreams. 😅😅

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