THE SMITH'S (A Sequel Of Not Just Friends)
PART 3
VENTURE
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“Momma...” Andrew propped his head up with one hand while facing Fania who was asleep on his back. Andrew positioned his free hand on Fania's back while moving it sensually.
“Ehhhhmmm ... Momma sleepy...”.
Andrew smiled mischievously and immediately grabbed himself.
Fania squirms a little, but he who is not sleeping is really deep. ‘Ck, easy – l hope I dive into this malem from geolan Donald Duck pervert.’
Fania tried her hardest to flinch in the drama ‘pura – pretend sleep’.
But damn, the reaction of his body can not be invited to cooperate due to touch Andrew in one of his squishy and make the peak instantly hardened. ‘Sialan...’ He cursed in his heart because along with Andrew's breath at the nape and sensual touch of fingers see Donald Duck at the top of his squishy make something feel nyer – nyeran down there.
“Your eyes may be closed, Momma, but your body cannot lie ...” Andrew whispered sensually in Fania's ear, twisting the tip of his wife's squishy, grinning ignorantly without being seen by Fania. “Poppa wants the prize now .”
“Tomorrow Yes Pop, Momma cape really deh.” Fania bit her lower lip trying to keep her sigh from coming out
due to the skilled hand of Donald Duck who has now moved downhill.
“What can be done now, no need to wait for tomorrow, Momma..”.
‘Kampretoooo.’ Fania closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath – as Andrew's fingers began dancing – nari in his valley.
Fania moved her legs, squeezing Andrew's fingers that were moving slowly, but successfully made her start to fall apart.
“Still survive, hem...?.” Andrew had yet to reverse Fania's body, still teasing her from behind while whispering sensually along with her slightly speeding up the tempo of her finger play.
“Ahhhh ..” Kajol's defense failed sodara – sodara, and he quickly turned his body while pushing rough Andrew's body to the back and Fania occupied it.
“Have a new wobble Momma?.”
“Definitely ..” Fania took off her own nightgown. “Make sure you are strong, Poppa... because Momma's new wobble will be a little spicy ..”.
“Oh yes.?.” Andrew smirked in satisfaction at the aggressive Fania. “What rock, hem?.”
“Boyang nasi padang use sambel rendang.”
***
Frognal, London
“Babe, are you sick?.” Reno was tidy with her work suit this morning. But his attention was on Ara's face which looked a little pale.
“Hmmm, my head hurts a little.” Said Ara and Reno approaching her.
“Try here.” Reno placed the back of her hand on Ara's forehead. “Slightly hot. Better take a break today at home, Babe.” Reno tries to give Ara a massage.
“Sick dong!.” Ara spoke a little curtly while clasping Reno's hand.
Reno scrunched her forehead. “Babe, I haven't even pressed it yet. Don't overdo it.” He chuckles.
“Excess you said?. So if I'm sick you think I'm overdoing it?.”
“Hey Babe, why you came upset?. I’m just joking, okay?. (Hey honey, why get angry?. I'm just kidding, okay?).”
“So sick I'm just a joking material for you?.”
Ara who arrived – arrived ketus it made Reno a little confused with his attitude.
‘What is he doing PMS?.’ Reno asked herself in her heart. “I didn't make that a joke, Babe...
“Better you leave for office now, Hon. Pissed I saw you become.”
“Hm?.” Reno was half surprised to hear Ara's words. ‘K Regret?. I get upset where is it?!.’ Reno showed her smile. “Yes I've apologized yes, if it makes you upset, beautiful Fairy Godmother.”
Ara smiled then. Hugging Reno
“Well, that smile is beautiful.” Reno's words made Ara stop her steps.
“Oh, so if I smile only then I look beautiful in your eyes?.”
Fairy Godmother sewot. The handsome brother became more confused.
“Babe...” Reno tried to grab Ara's hand.
Ara sighed like a little annoyed.
“There you quickly leave deh.”
“Ya already, but don't get mad dong.”
“There go.” Sahut Ara's.
“Ya is yes, yes.” Reno tried to give up. From morning – morning arguing that is not clear the problem. “I leave yes.” He finally said goodbye to Ara.
But Ara looked a little cynical at Reno and her eyes seemed to start to look – glass.
“It turns out your love for me has been reduced huh Hon?.”
Reno, who had half turned to leave the room and breakfast and left the office, turned back to face Ara.
“What are you talking about, Babe?.”
“See. (Look), even you speak this cold as I.” A roll of Ara's tears escaped to her cheeks. “You've been a fool to me who's sulking and now your tone is this cold to me.” Ara started sobbing. “You are no longer in love with me?.”
‘Haaaah...?.’ Inner Reno was shocked by Ara's words just now. ‘What's with my wife is Yes Tuhaaannn.
***
Main residence of the Adjieran Smith Family, London, England.
“Drew, Which fania?.”
John, who was in London, asked Andrew, who had just come out of his room with Andrea.
“In the kitchen it looks like. He said he wanted to make something earlier.”
“Ok.”
**
John walked into the kitchen.
As Andrew said, Kajol was in the kitchen. Fragrant cooking that can be guessed John, if the Kajol is making meatballs that make the worms wriggled a little. “Jol.”
“Kon .. de!.” Fania was half shocked because she knew – tau bule koplak was already beside her and the John was chuckling.
”Sister! Lo kenape? Enter kedalem pot meatball lo?! Hahahaha.” John was about to speak but a voice without a sighting distracted him.
‘Prita?.’
***
“Theresa, I want to make meat balls. Do we have a sliced meeting?. (Theresa, I want to make some meatballs. Do we have minced meat?).” Fania asked Theresa when she was in the kitchen.
“Of course we have. What do you want chicken or beef?. (Of course we have. Chicken or beef?).”
“Tys. (What's up).”
“I will help you prepare everything you need to make that meat balls. (I will help you prepare everything
all you need to make meatballs).”
“Thank you so much my Dear beautiful Theresa. (Thank you very much My beautiful Theresa dear).” Fania twitched her chin to Theresa who then smiled at her. Then Fania began to make other preparations when Theresa had started preparing – ingredients.
Fania's phone rang in her shorts pocket.
“Aposeh Priwitan.” Prita made a video call. “Refinitely again join me.” Fania said while positioning her phone to stay standing without her holding on.
“Why do you, Brother?.”
“Belek lo apus first. Can't I see I'm wearing an apron?.”
“Wa. Again make what?.”
“Indonesian-style meatballs.”
“Sian deh lo. Eat meatballs or kudu cape. That's why I moved to Indo. Stay naek Mio nyampe dah to meatballs mustache, stay sitting pretty, pesen, eat. Ah I so want meatballs mang mustache.” Cerocos the Priwitan.
Fania chuckles. “Ho oh.”
“Eh Yes Ka, cafe lo here when want opening?.” Ask Prita in her video call.
Fania who serves her sister's video call without pausing her activities to make meatballs. “When you are ready.”
“Another month deh Kak ya, I think there is still less kalo according to my observation anyway.”
“Style beut lo ah.” Celtap Fania.
Prita chuckles.
“Btw pound me unyu – unyu where is it?.”
“His father's name is in the room.” Sahut Fania's. “Eh Yes Priwitan. You still want to get better with that bule koplak?. The nanyain mulu. Eardrop me.”
“And am I with him?.”
“Well elo still nge die block almost two years same evade mulu? What is the name if you have a foein die?.”
Prita.
“Kaga bae Prita lo so on.” Said Fania while occasionally depositing her face on the phone screen.
“Yes elo said that I lupain my feelings to die. Focus ama my passion, concentration pursuit of my mind –, do not think of men.” Prita Sahut.
“Yes, but not telling you to make enemies of him, right?.”
“Ya engga emang..”.
“Terus?, which makes you keep – the same canal he?.”
“Ah tau ah.” Prita sounded sighing. Breathing out a little heavy.
"Btw he knows ga if all this time I helped take care of everything about your cafe here?.”
“Kaga. Napa, want me to say?.” Sahut Fania's. “Tar first Prita lo don't talk first, forgot I want to say.” Fania focus on the pot.
“Jol.”
“Kon .. de!.” Fania was half shocked because she knew – tau bule koplak was already beside her and the John was chuckling.
”Sister! Lo kenape? Enter kedalem pot meatball lo?! Hahahaha.” John was about to speak but a voice without a sighting distracted him.
‘Prita?.’ John immediately turned to look at Fania's phone on the kitchen table leaned on one of the jars.
“Ih ngagetin aja lo!.” Fania clucked at John.
“Kak? You still live kaga?.” Prita's voice sounded again.
“Prita?.” John is on Fania's phone.
*****
‘Adoy.’ Fania just woke up. ‘Ngomel is my son. Ah bodo ah's. Than this meatball I messed up it feels.’ Batin Fania monologue. Bodo time with John has also been standing in front of his phone while looking down. Smiling at the girl whose face was plastered on the screen of Fania's phone.
The girl who ignored John for almost two years. And now Prita also looks surprised there is John on the screen of his phone. “What's up kam.”
“Kak Fania ntar I called again.”
Clik. Prita decided on the call. And now his face is no longer visible on the screen Fania's phone. John only breathed half in frustration. ‘You're still an enemy of John, Prit.’
John's sad face did not go unnoticed by Fania. ‘Sian is also the bule koplak.’
“She was right – really don't want me sorry Jol?.”
“Yes I udeh nasehatin Brother. But yes that is. Headstrong.”
“He's even more stubborn than lo ya Jol?.”
John smiled in anguish.
“Bontot his name is also.”
“He didn't even give me a chance to say sorry. As much as he hates me, because I snapped him at that time.”
‘The problem at that time die again there is a similar taste lo. So double offended her.’ Fania. “Yes, as I said, lo time it snapped him in front of us – we people, so the Priwitan feel humiliated, Kak.”
“Yes if it is so, right he can come here to my front, keep snapping me back.”
“Hadehh puyeng I ah.”
‘But Prita is more beautiful now. Huge tia.’ John ingrained. ‘Kangen I swear!.’
“Ya already, lo why is also very keen to pursue his maap the Priwitan?. Lo mending hunt – hunt find wife sono.” Fania. “Or not – don't lo no taste yes same ade me?. Don't – don't lo all this time don't look for his successor Aila, because you wait for the Priwitan?.”
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