The Second Wife

Part 141 # Sweet Smile

The large two-story house looks very quiet, only the sound of a spatula clashing with a frying pan inside Yasmine's beautiful kitchen. The woman was making fried rice.

Make no mistake, now even with instant spices, which surely Yasmine can make food. That's fine, he can say he can cook.

Two of his favorite men have not returned from the mosque. Yes, from this morning Taqa prayed at dawn in the mosque with Arya's father. The boy was of course very enthusiastic, because congregational prayer in the mosque was his wish. It's just that, there is usually no one to drive, and if going alone is not allowed by the mother.

At most only when the grandfather was staying over. So, the opportunity like now is greatly utilized by the handsome boy named Taqa.

The fried rice is ready, the shapeless eggplant is ready, all kitchen combat equipment has been cleaned. Now, he just changed his clothes and waited for his two beloved humans to come home for breakfast, after which he returned to his usual routine.

Once it was clean and fragrant, the beautiful woman then went back down to the first floor. Just arriving at the last step of the stairs, he immediately stopped when he heard the greetings of two handsome humans who then ended with a joke, what the two men were talking about, what were the two men, to make Taqa laugh.

"Seru, Dad. I want to go there every day" Taqa said.

Yasmine who was still standing there until she also widened her smile, contracted it because the child laughed.

"Of course, just don't say yes, I'm afraid we're not allowed to go there anymore" said Arya.

The beautiful woman's eyelids widened, then stepped her legs towards the two men. "Well, what a secret is this. Until you can't know?" ask her with her waist-rigged hands.

Arya and Taqa looked at each other, then both shut their mouths. Yasmine pursed her lips even more, raising her eyebrows to the two men. "What are you hiding, hm."

"There's nothing, Mother. Just a walk after congregational prayer, right, Dad?" taqa replied, asking the father.

"Ah, yes. Absolutely, you do not get jealous dong Bu, 'kan father Taqa same can not mess around, yes 'kan Son Handsome." Arya embraces the wife and glances towards the child.

Taqa laughed and showed his thumb to the father, "Taqa changed clothes first, yes Dad, Mom" he said, then passed to his room.

Yasmine turned her head towards the husband, her hands no longer on his waist, but moved to the waist of the husband. "Where are you taking Taqa for a walk, Mas?" tanyakanya.

"Walk around the mosque, up to the market that only existed in the morning, you ever been there?" ask her husband back.

Yasmine shook her head, "no, once there it's closed, '" she replied.

"Tomorrow to go there, yes" asked Arya. "You smell so good" the man continued as his nose touched the top of his head.

"Hm, what a fad," Yasmine said, pinching her husband's waist slowly.

"Dare nyubit, now," Arya said with a widening eyelid.

Yasmine, instead of being afraid, smiled widely, stuck out her tongue and walked towards the dining table, leaving her husband. Of course, the husband chased the woman who had walked away from him.

"Mas, are you chasing me?" yasmine's increasingly passing screams left the husband, circling the dining table.

"Yes, I want to answer your nyubit," said Arya while chasing after her wife.

"I'll have another stench" Yasmine ran into the living room, of course still in pursuit of her husband.

"No papa, take another bath" exclaimed Arya as she chased after where Yasmine was running.

"Mas, geez. I don't want to run anymore" Yasmine sat on the sofa.

Arya approached and sat down next to her, but her hands did not remain silent. Tickled Yasmine's stomach until the woman laughed.

"Oh, Dad," said Yasmine.

"Ih, Dad, Mom. What're you two?" tanya Taqa who is now neat with her school clothes.

Arya stopped her hand from tickling the wife, then both herself and the wife sat down properly. Yasmine glanced at her husband's annoyance, "you're the one, anyway" she said.

"Mother nyubit father, son," Arya argued to the child.

"Oh," Taqa. "OK, please go on. I want breakfast." continued the boy who immediately left his parents to the dining room.

"I'm sorry, really amused?" arya asked as her wife moved away from her seat.

Yasmine turned and shook her head. "No, thank you, this morning I was very happy" he replied. "Come breakfast, hunt Taqa finished eating," he continued.

Arya stood up, then peeked at Yasmine's forehead and clasped his wife's hand. The two walked towards the dining room.

Sure enough, there Taqa had started to feed rice into the mouth. Yasmine then took her fried rice for her husband and herself. "I'm sorry, the eggs are not beautiful in shape," Yasmine said, putting a plump egg that looks like an omelet on top of fried rice for her husband.

"Why apologize, 'that is not the shape of the meal, ma'am," said Arya.

"Father said, what matters is the taste," Taqa joined the roost.

"How did it feel?" yasmine asked as she sat down.

"Hmm, that's delicious" Taqa replied.

"Have you read the prayer, not yet?" ask Yasmine again.

"It's dong" replied the handsome boy.

Arya and Yasmine pray and begin to feed the food into the mouth. Yasmine smiled at the two men who were eating voraciously. How not to smile on his own, if it turns out that the cuisine he made no taste, tasteless all. From fried rice to eggs, however, the two great men still ate and praised.

"If it's not good, don't spend it, Taqa, Dad," he said as he ate two mouthfuls.

"That's a big boy, ma'am. Yes, Taqa?" Arya answered and asked the child.

"Mother, Mother's cooking is the most delicious. I want more, ma'am." replied Taqa as he offered his empty plate to fill again.

"Ah, you guys, later in the afternoon I want to go to the house of Sufi Mother yes, want cooking exercises. Let the lack of hope, no more pesen," he said as he scooped the rice back and put it on the plate of the child.

"Don't force it, ma'am. The important thing is that mothers are happy, mother's cooking and we still want to. Don't be made dizzy, darling," said Arya while rubbing the wife's hand.

"Thank you, may you always be happy" Yasmine said.

"And happy we are, with you," said Arya again.

Yasmine smiled sweetly at the husband, as well as the man who had the title of her husband. Then the three of them continued to eat until it was not left, after which a new pair of parents drove their handsome children to school.

Be happy? Sure do. That's what Taqa felt when he went to school between his father and mother. No matter if it was a real father or not, the handsome boy was obviously happy when he found a very good father figure to him.