WRONG MARRIAGE

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Zalfa eventually chose to make peace. He shouldn't have spilled jealousy on Arkhan because Arkhan was innocent. He called his staff and ordered food and juice. “I asked to make noodles dumplings pedes dower, what are you? Just like me, let you know how good Zalfa cuisine is. This is my creative cooking, loh.”

Arkhan raised an eyebrow looking at Zalfa who looked excited. He really did not want food with the title of noodles, he did not have the taste of the menu.but Zalfa's wide smile made Arkhan's head like hypnotized to the point of subconsciously nodding to betray his master.

“Oke.” Zalfa held up her little thumb, then she turned a little bit of her body to face her loyal employees waiting, standing at the side of the table. “You made a special pedes dower dumpling noodles, yes. Don't forget to give a chicken feed that has been poked using seasoning, okay?”

“Siap, Brother!” The officer smiled as he gave a feisty thumbs up. How not spirit? His boss is as beautiful and as good as Zalfa, not only gets a decent salary while working there, the employees there also often get extra snacks or special meals every Friday. The officer passed away.

“Well, you will enjoy delicious cuisine in this cafe, later addicted, deh.” Zalfa spoke confidently.

Arkhan was silent, he really did not like Zalfa's favorite food. But he did not comment.

“You have never eaten this type of food, right? Only in cafe Zalfa.” Back Zalfa promoting.

“I don't guarantee I'll like it.” Arkhan finally opened his voice.

Zalfa fell silent before finally saying, “May now say that, but later you will definitely give two thumbs up to the food. It's a different creation, it feels mak nyoss.”

Arkhan just shrugged, looking unconvinced.

Fifteen minutes passed, the order never came. Arkhan started shaking his legs feeling bored.

“Again? Are they cooking or nonotonous TV? I'm already feeling tired here.” Arkhan sighed.

Zalfa so not happy to see Arkhan over and over waiting. “should not service here like this. Excuse me. Let me check to the back.” Zalfa stood up.

“No need!” Arkhan pulled Zalfa's wrist, bringing Zalfa's body to a standstill. “Sit only!” he pointed at the chair with his chin.

“No problems. I'm tired, so don't leave me alone here, later I can be more tired.”

Zalfa smiled in response.

Zalfa's gaze was now on the servant carrying the order. Two plates of ordered noodles were served on the table, still hot, melted and the aroma was appetizing to Zalfa.

Arkhan stared at the noodles with a thick dish of brownish yellow soup, mixed with shrimp, eggs, taoge, and a sprinkling of onion cake krispi on it, decorated with lettuce, two pieces of tomatoes and a sprinkling of fried onions. There was no interest in his face. He turned his head towards Zalfa who had been devouring noodles vigorously using chopsticks since when.

Arkhan took the chopsticks and ate his part of the noodles.

Zalfa glanced at Arkhan who was chewing. After the noodles on the Arkhan plate only half stay, Zalfa asked, “Where? It's delicious, right?”

Arkhan stared at the expression on Zalfa's face that was decorated with a wide smile. He raised an eyebrow and replied, “Maybe you think it's delicious, but to me it's not. I don't like this kind of food. Zalfa, this is not my taste.”

The excited expression on Zalfa's face receded and faded. “You are so honest.” Zalfa now seemed less eager to finish the rest of his meal.

Arkhan chuckled at Zalfa's response. He did not expect that it turned out to be so great the influence of his speech on Zalfa. “Our taste is different, Zalfa. It's not a problem. But I'll still spend it.” Arkhan devoured the noodles to the end, leaving Zalfa astonished as Arkhan consumed them for a short period of time and even before the contents of Zalfa's plate ran out despite Zalfa's first meal.

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