WHO ARE YOU

Debates

 "Yyyyyy....!". Morgan, yelling hysterically and distancing himself. He covered his body, wearing only a boxer.

"Hi....!". Camellia, waved her hands and blinked her eyeballs. Right now, in bed woke Morgan up.

"You! Why, can it be on my bed, miss? So you blew my face off, damn it was just a good dream". Grumpily Morgan, he was dreaming with the women blowing his face gently. Apparently Camelia, blowing her face in the real world.

"Whether you're on my bed, will I say?". Morgan, unaware at the back, J. J. Abrams is watching.

Instead of being afraid to hear Morgan's words, Camelia smiled face to face with him.

"E'dmmm...". J. J. Abrams, Berdehem made Morgan immediately turn his body.

"ee... Mr. JJ Abrams, there's also apparently". Morgan, immediately grinned to look at Camelia and lay relaxed in his bed.

"Wake up! Put on your clothes, there is no need to show this ugly posture. My wife's not looking, hurry!". J. J. Abrams orders, folding both hands in front.

"Truely, there's nothing from my husband". Camelia, sit back in bed.

"What time is it now? Gosh, the wall clock shows at 3 in the morning. Did my wall clock get err?". Morgan, still staring at J. J. Abrams. This bad smell, there must be something wrong.It is better to have Mr. J. Abrams, than to be alone with Miss Camelia. Iiihi...Serem, my life can be hung on a flagpole.

Sreeet...

J. J. Abrams, open Morgan's room curtain.

"Look, it's still pitch dark. Wake up! What's so bad again,ha?". Infuriated by Morgan's attitude, J. J. Abrams pulled the blanket over.

Get Morgan, cover up a precious object and turn your back on Camelia."why are you doing this early, go to my place and wake me up?".

"Ck, we didn't do anything. Besides your meat is so hard, it's rusty, it's moldy, it's old again". J. J. Abrams, sit back on the couch.

"Damn it, I'm still young. We're 3 years apart, you're rusty". Morgan, hurry up put on his clothes. Crazy one! You guys want to roast my meat.

"Mainland, moldy, old bangka, match your title". Camelia's nagging, sitting on her husband's lap.

"Ck, about dong. If you want to make out in the morning, do not in front of singles like me. You guys, it's really fitting not to have a heart". Said Morgan, his hair is still disheveled.

J. J. Abrams, throw a pillow at Morgan who grumbled to himself. "Slowly wearing clothes, so if you sleep do not wear a boxer. The edges are nusahin, sluggish rich snails".

Morgan, stared intensely at the two couples who were making out in front of him.

"Whether you're sleeping, I'm hungry! J. J. Abrams said, with a thunderous voice.

"Oh my God, Mr. J. Abrams here is not a forest. You're my guests, so I'm the powerful host. If you're hungry just eat, order or cook the cake". Morgan said, winking both his shoulders.

J. J. Abrams, approach Morgan and pull his collar. "Follow with me". Strictly with sharp eyes.

"Mr JJ Abrams, I was just kidding. Miss Camelia, help me! Your husband will hang me alive, my goal still has not been achieved. I am not married, have a wife, children and grandchildren. Miss, help me!". Morgan, constantly asking Camelia for help who followed their steps from behind.

J. J. Abrams, continue to drag Morgan toward the kitchen.

"No!No, sir, don't cut off my head. Aaaa....I still want to live, forgive me!". Morgan's Whine.

"Shut up! I didn't cut off your head, McK". J. J. Abrams, take off the grip and sit on the chair.

At the dining table are available vegetables and fish, squid, meat. Morgan, confused and scratching his head.

"Why bengong, Morgan? Cuisine for me, right now! All ingredients are available without any shortage, the menu you have to cook is sweet sour squid, meat sticks, grilled gurami, vegetables lalapan, do not forget the sauce". J. J. Abrams, standing in front of Morgan.

Gluey!

JJ Abrams, shakes his head. "I want you to cook it for me. Understand!".

Morgan, gaped wide at the imposition of J. J. Abrams. As for Camelia, just smile. "But, I'm not very good at cooking sir".

"I don't care, you have to cook for you right now! I'm hungry already, quick!". J. J. Abrams orders, with a loud voice.

"I don't want to, again won't". Morgan said, shaking his head as well.

"Morgan! You need to cook me a meal right now!". J. J. Abrams commands his chest up and down to control himself

"No!". Deny Morgan.

"Must want to!". JJ Abrams.

"No!".

"Must want to!"

"No".

"Must want to!".

Camellia and Jecky, closing their ears each heard the screams of the two of them quite tight.

"Hentikaaaan...!". It was not Camelia, who was shouting loudly. Except Jecky, couldn't hear their voices.

"Master JJ, why are you so weird? Forcing your will, for me to cook like a man cravings". Morgan said, sitting limply in the chair this early in the morning arguing with J. J. Abrams.

"Morgan, my husband is indiscriminate". Camelia said, smiling.

Morgan, instantly speechless digesting Camelia's words. "What was it, your husband was cravings? What does this mean?".

"Hmmm... I'm pregnant with Morgan, J. J. Abrams, who is pregnant like a woman in general. You must obey his will, otherwise he will limp, vomit, not eat anything. Besides eating your cooking, come on!". Camelia, explain everything.

"What! Haha.... Haha...So yesterday I heard the news, Mr. JJ Abrams because of morning sickness. Haha.... Feel you, sir, enjoy the amazing sensation". Morgan, instantly shut his mouth because of the innocence said.

J. J. Abrams, gnashing his neck and hands. Sneering sharply in the direction, Morgan.

Morgan, resigned his steps due to fear of seeing J. J. Abrams' sharp grin. "Sir, I'm sorry for saying something that wasn't. I didn't mean to make fun of you, sorry. All right, I'm cooking food for you".

"Good, from the cake". JJ Abrams, pat Morgan on the shoulder.

"Miss Camelia, congratulations on the pregnancy. I'm very happy, in the near future a duplicate of Master will be born into this world".

Morgan, who was already terrified rushed towards the table and picked up the ingredients he was cooking. Not yet born the child, has troubled others. How about it, if it's big? It must be the same bar-bar with his mother, aaarghhh....I should just shut up, don't tell Markus and Ardan. So that they may feel my misery, let fair and Mr. Down all of you.Batin Morgan.

Camelia, approached Morgan who was busy concocting her cooking spices. "I don't believe it completely, if you're good at cooking without looking at Google".

"He's a Boy Scout, sweet at cooking anything. You just need to ask, what do you want". J. J. Abrams, playing with his phone.

"Oh, just found out you guys are pretty close. Even my husband knows, if you're a Boy Scout". Camelia, squint her eyeballs.

"Haha...You believe your husband's empty talk,ck". Morgan, giggle laugh.

Camelia, directly approached her husband and gave a pinch. J. J. Abrams, grimacing in pain endured the pain and Morgan laughed loosely while cooking.