Wrong Target Revenge

Eat Together

Qishi woke up, when he heard his phone ring. An incoming call from Sagi, has disrupted his deep sleep.

"What's the matter Sagi, you're busy calling me early in the morning." he said.

"Take Amran here, I'm now at home with Anchil." replied Sagi.

"Where are Anchil's parents?" ask Qishi.

"Go out of town." Sagi replied softly.

Amro, Hekoy, and Rifky see Anchil's crowded house. The three people, want to mess up the casual dining event.

"They did a celebration, without taking us again" said Hekoy.

"That makes me angry, wanting to tear apart whatever is there" replied Rifky.

"For our enemy is doubtful, but he is only a child of the levy." said Amro.

"Yes, I don't think it out either. Maybe he dared to go against us, obviously the Diamond High School because of Anchil's parents." replied Rifky.

"If I were Anchil, I'd have kicked out of this mansion. Not to support the farasites, who only eat sleep." said Hekoy.

"How to be cast out, if his heart is already a slave of love. We better influence Gaga alone, to take Anchil back." replied Rifky.

Amran comes with Qishi, and with Keke as well. Anchil welcomes them until they are told to go inside.

"Anchil, would you like us to drink no alcohol?" ask Amran.

"If Mama and Papa find out, I can be scolded all out." replied Anchil.

"It's okay, just occasionally too." Amran urged him, with a sentence of seduction.

The meat was sliced thinly by Keke, and there was Qishi who refined the seasoning. They both choose to use their hands to do something, rather than busy arguing. It is also not important to discuss drinks, the point is just to enjoy togetherness with friends.

"Wow, the aroma has been smelled even though the cooking has not begun" said Amran.

"Either, the three of you have just debated it." replied Qishi.

Sagi, Anchil, and Amran nodded with a smile. They cleaned the house that looked messy, then arranged the chairs to be neater.

"Let's help them cook spicy food" Anchil said.

"You do it with Keke only, because I will prepare a typical rural default. You guys who try will be addicted." explained Sagi, with sparkling eyes.

Sagi plucked the stem of the kale, then boiled it on the gas stove. The big pot was already perched, with the flames ignited not too big.

"What do you want to do?" Amran was curious.

"This I want to make default, can also be mixed with cucumber to become pickled beans." replied Sagi, as his hand turned off the gas stove.

Raniwe faithfully accompanied Darto, performing a health therapy movement. Darto who had difficulty following the guide, assisted Raniwe when he wanted to bend.

"Papa's pants, no matter what your stomach is used for surgery" Raniewe said.

"It's okay, Papa's not weak. Papa must not lose strongly, from the woman who holds the baby in her stomach." replied Darto.

Darto moved slowly, while enduring the pain in his legs. Not spared also the hip, which feels pain because it moves a lot.

"Well...!" Darto let out a long sigh, then continued his words. "It feels like being tickled, trampled, hacked, stabbed, stabbed, slapped and thrown" he said.

"really? Until Papa gives his opinion. This place is a recommendation, from Mama's socialite friends." replied Raniwe, in surprise.