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Dion's First Night

In contrast to Juan and Selvi who are in a blanket of his happiness. Happy because they are finally married and legally become husband and wife. Happy because the end of his Juan can return to his old home and meet Mbok Fatimah.

But behind her happiness there is something that disturbs her mind. Yes, Juan is still thinking about how he takes care of and manages the restaurant relics of his parents. Even the restaurant already has branches where. That's what will become PR for Juan later.

Right after her house, she went straight to Anderson's mansion. Juan just delivered the fruit that he picked with Selvi was at his house. They just sit for a while. Because the day has begun at night.

Meanwhile in the Danuarta mansion, there had been a stir. Dion is acting. Suddenly he asked to make a plug.

Daddy Steven who heard his son-in-law was cravings also directly asked the chef in his mansion to cook his right.

But already ten bowls of claw, not a single one could enter his mouth. Nothing fits on her tongue.

It caused an Anggi panic. Dion had not eaten at all.

"Mas, this is the eleventh bowl. Does it still not fit your tongue?" ask Anggi with her soft voice.

Dion shook his head with his glass eyes. Even Dion had sobbed.

"Do you want me to cook, right?"

Dion shook his head again.

"Keep who?"

"Daddy" whined Dion when he saw Daddy Steven step into the dining room.

"Why?"

"Daddy want to cook for me?" dion asked heartily and expectantly.

Daddy Steven was speechless at the request of his son-in-law this time. Not that she wouldn't cook it. Only, he was not very good at cooking.

Mommy Rianti had already restrained her laughter hearing her son-in-law's request. Because she knows how her husband cooks.

"Can't anyone else just cook Dion?" ask Daddy Steven.

"Daddy won't cook it for me?" dion asked who was back in her glasses.

Daddy Steven just fell silent. He doesn't know what to answer.

"It's okay Dad if Daddy doesn't want to cook him. Sorry to bother Daddy" said Dion, then he got up from his seat and walked to his room.

While walking Dion wiped away her tears that were back dripping on her cheeks. He was very sad because he could not fulfill what he wanted. And he also felt guilty for having had his Daddy-in-law cook for him.

After Dion's departure. Anggi stared at his Daddy who was still silent.

"Dad, Anggi please cook it for Mas Dion. He hasn't eaten Dad since noon till now. Anggi begs" said Anggi crying pleading while putting his hands together in front of his chest.

Seeing what her daughter did made her heartless.

"Well let Daddy cook. But when it comes to feeling Daddy's not responsible. You know Daddy doesn't cook well" said Daddy Steven, taking his daughter into his arms.

"Thank you Dad. Thank ye. Anggi to Mas Dion was Dad. Want to tell him that Daddy wants to cook it anyway"

"This is for the sake of Daddy's grandson" he said with a smile and stroked his daughter's stomach that had been bloated.

Anggi immediately approached her husband who was in the room. He saw the husband curled up on his bed. Anggi heard her sobs sumai that had been sobbing.

"Mas" call Anggi who is already lying behind her husband.

"Bottom yuk. Do not want to see Daddy cook seblak for Mas" invite Anggi again.

Hearing that Dion immediately stood up from his slumber. He looked at Anggi with his happy twinkle.

"Are you serious, baby?" ask Dion enthusiastically.

"Serious Mas. Let's go down"

Dion excitedly and holding Anggi down, right into the kitchen. He wants to make sure that the one who cooks his real Daddy-in-law.

Once in the kitchen, Dion's face was back. He sat down in the mini bar in the kitchen. While jumping hands Dion looked at every move made by Daddy Steven.

Yes, Daddy Steven is cooking a little by looking at his tutorials from the internet.

After thirty minutes of waiting, her final cooking so too. With great enthusiasm Dion received a bowl of cloth made by Daddy Steven.

"Had eaten by Dion. Hope his taste doesn't disappoint. Sorry to make you sad" Daddy Steven said, giving up a bowl of his cloth.

"Thank you Daddy for cooking it for Dion"

Dion ate it. His face sparkled happily once a mouthful of seblak fruit entered his mouth.

"Wwaaahhhh this is so good Dad. Thank you Daddy. Thank you Opa" said Dion and then he went back to eating again.

Daddy Steven who saw Dion eating his cooking with greed was happy. There was a sense of guilt earlier for refusing her daughter-in-law's request.

"Mas can ask?" tanya Anggi who also wants to feel seblak made by his Daddy.

"May darling. Try it. The taste is very fitting on the tongue of Mas" said Dion while pointing a mouthful towards Anggi.

Anggi also accepted the bribe. But it just went into his mouth. Anggi had run towards westavel vomiting food earlier.

"Ouueekkk."

"Iiihhhh taste very salty Mas" said Anggi after vomiting his.

"No. It's really delicious. The taste is right in my mouth. If you don't want to be uda, let Mas aja who finished this" said Dion cuek. Then he went on eating it again.

"Darling, does the taste really salty yes until you vomit like that?" ask Mommy Rianti to make sure.

"Banget Mom's. Dad. Did Daddy put too much salt in?"

"Daddy enters the salt as per the video. They say the salt is a spoon. So Daddy went in just one tablespoon of salt" said Daddy Steven with his sinless face.

"A tablespoon of Dad?" ask Mommy Rianti and Anggi together.

Daddy Steven replied with a nod of his head.

"Why?" ask her with her innocent face.

"Astafirullah Dad's. That's too much Dad. Maybe they mean a teaspoon instead of a tablespoon" said Mommy Rianti who made Daddy Steven's eyes bully.

"Dion don't eat it too salty" said Daddy Steven trying to stop Dion from eating his produce.

But fateful. His artificial seblak has run out without rest. Only the bone claw remains.