The Secret Wedding's
E M P A T B E L A S
Ckara's mini suitcase rolls around and finally hits the owner, causing him to fall down to kiss the floor.
"Fuckin' shit! How dare you!" Clara got up, her hands ruffled around her waist, her eyes looking at Mitha full of anger.
There was no fear from Mitha's face. He even laughed out loud at Clara who fell kissing the floor.
"Ahaha, sorry auntie on purpose." Mitha held her stomach which hurt from laughing.
Clara was furious at having been played by this rancid boy. His favorite high heels are broken. He swung his hand about to grab Mitha's hair, but lost quickly.
Mitha was aware of what Clara was going to do pulling the woman's hand violently and twisting it very strongly made the woman in pain.
"Who are you that I should be afraid of? Oh, you're just a cheap woman who likes to flirt with people's husbands." After saying that sharp sentence, Mitha pushed Clara rudely so that the woman fell back down.
"Damn it!" Fizz Clara. "Awas you, I'll make a calculation for daring to fight me. You don't know who I am yet! What I want I'll get, no matter how!" Added.
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Day turned night, heavy rain fell on the earth. The weather has become very cold. Two hours ago Azzar, Mitha, Clara, Mang Ujang and Bi Eha had dinner together.
After dinner Bi Eha and Mang Ujang say goodbye to rest first.
Currently living Azzar, Clara and Mitha sit in the family room while watching television. It was the television watching them.
Mitha focused on the novel in her hands, the girl was lying on the carpet. Azzar is busy with his laptop, while Clara is busy painting his nails.
'cold cold gini eat seblak pedes delicious times ya' Mitha said in her heart. Soon the girl made her way to the kitchen leaving Azzar and Clara.
As soon as he arrived in the kitchen, he saw the materials there. All except mustard vegetables because they have to pick first in the backyard.
His hands are good at blending spices. Preparing this it at once carries seblak seasoning. Once the seasoning is ripe, it pours enough water into the pan and includes some ingredients such as crackers, fish baso, sausages and chicken wings.
The smell of chili peppers is very nose-piercing, making Mitha drooling want to immediately eat her homemade seblak.
After the cooking was cooked, Mitha immediately poured it into the bowl. He returned to the living room with a tray containing a bowl of super spicy cloth and a bottle of mineral water.
The tasteful scent of seblak pierced the olfactory senses of Clara. His nail painting activities stopped, he looked at Mitha who was carrying a tray. However, the aroma of seblak made by Mitha was able to make Clara drool.
As soon as the contents of the tray were placed on the table, "kok only one? Where's mine?" With no sin Clara spoke.
Mitha did not respond, she scooped the seblak fruit that was still puffing smoke.
Rupp
Ahh
Mitha deliberately did that to tempt Clara.
"Heh, what are you budek?! I was asked not to answer!" Clara again screeched.
"You want to cook for yourself!" After saying that, Mitha again scooped the seblak sauce, this time with a fish basso. "Enjoy the cold benerr cold eat seblak. Ahhh" he added increasingly aggressively teasing.
"Az, look at your wife. When I ask for a little can't I? You stingy." This time Clara whined to Azzar, knowing that Azzar would not be able to refuse her request.
Mitha clucked to hear it. Azzar took a breath. "Love a little!" Azzar brief.
Mitha had to give the bowl to Clara. "Eitz! Take your own spoon! I don't want to if my food gets contaminated with germs in your mouth!" Mitha said sharply. He pulled back the bowl.
"So, get it!"
"Just kid! Take it for yourself, if gamau yasudah, open my business."
Azzar was upset that the two women kept fighting. He was not focused on reporting.
"Mitha get Clara a spoon!" Azzar.
"But, very ogah. Situkan has hands with feet." Mitha refused.
"Mitha! What's the susurutin Clara's will?!" Now the intonation of Azzar's voice turned into a clash. Mitha was a little surprised to hear Azzar yelling at her. But he immediately covered his surprise.
At first glance Clara smiled obliquely and looked at Mitha with a difficult to interpret gaze. 'feel it!' inner Clara.
Mitha smiled slanting netap Azzar, then changed to Clara. "You're seblak, right?" With a soft voice and a sneer Mitha said "nih!"
"Mitha!"
Mitha poured the still hot seblak into Clara's body. A little bit of the sauce made it into Clara's mouth, making her feel bad. The woman ran off the ridge looking for a drink.
"So much Az!"
Mitha ignored the two, she walked with an annoyed feeling that was still attached to her heart. He left the two men in the room.
Lost his appetite, in the room he laid his body in the mattress. His chest up and down held back anger.
******
"Mang, Mitha pampit road for a while huh. Not far, just around the tea garden."
Mang Ujang who was cleaning the weeds in the garden turned to the source of the sound. Then he nodded in response.
"Yes, not far away! Fear of straying" Mang Ujang's message.
"Beres Mang, oh yes, Bi Eha where? How did you look?"
"It's normal on Sunday gini, auntie tea shopping to the market."
"Ohh. yaudah, if so Mitha go first Mang! Assalamualaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsalam."
The girl with the ponytail walked away from the Villa. A camera hung from his neck, some people were picking tea.
The sunny weather coupled with the cool air typical of the peak makes the mood feel calm.
"Mommy's morning!" Mitha greeted the friendly few mother mothers who were picking tea. The mother returned her greeting no less friendly.
"Mom, can you let me take a photo for a minute?" Mitha's question was taken by the mother of the tea-picking mother.
Czech, chekrek, cekrek.
I don't know how many times he has taken pictures.
"Thank you mom!" Mitha went away while aiming for the beautiful scenery with her camera.
The camera lens shows two young children throwing stones at a mango tree. Mitha approached the two boys.
"Hi! On what?" Mitha greeted the two little children.
"You take the mango, brother, but there is no cave to take. I'm the same as gabisa climbing." Answer a girl.
"Who's this mango tree? The owner's permission?" Mitha pointed at the boy with a question.
"No owner, anyone can take the fruit." Reply to the boy.
"You want a takein?" Upon hearing Mitha's question on this one, the two boys nodded in unison.
Mitha climbed that not-so-high mango tree easily. The two boys were gaping, not expecting that Mitha who was a woman could climb a tree easily.
"That's my brother!"
"That too!"
"Sister that's so big, take that one too!"
that's how boisterous the two boys are, Mitha just retorted. Not much fruit that he picked, he just took enough.
Mitha clapped her hands a few times to clean up the dirt once it came down from the tree.
"Thank you brother! this is for sister." the little girl handed over two mangoes to Mitha, she happily accepted them.
As they were about to leave, a voice shocked them. Two little boys were frightened and hid behind Mitha's body.
"Hey! what are you guys mating?! you guys stole my mango mango yes!" a father with a distended stomach and long hair walked hastily approached them.
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