Between Two Hearts
Chapter 85
Windu looked at Dara who was so greedy eating his homemade eggplok. That was the only menu he could make. It was also with the struggle, under the instruction of the wife from the seat.
"Hows it? yummy?" asked Windu curiously.
Dara frowned as she swallowed the last piece of the plump egg into her mouth.
"Telor is flat." replied Dara Short.
"I still want more..."Continue with a pleading face.
"That was two seeds, you know."
"But I still want more."
Windu gawked looking at Dara,
"Telor clap again?"
"No, I want fried rice."
"But I've never made fried rice..."
Dara's eyes glazed over, Windu sighed.
"I'll learn to make fried rice..." Lirih.
"How is it?"
Dara eagerly taught her husband, from slicing onions to mixing rice and spices.
Windu's forehead was covered in sweat, facing the stove was something he had never done before.
With great difficulty and the struggle of four five finally fried rice half a barrel so.
"Mess up how the important results are. As for the feeling let only him and God know, I've done it to the fullest extent." Windu smiled happily, muttering dala
"Darling..it's done..." Windu placed the fried rice plate with satisfaction on the table, the yellowish color was almost black, making Dara frown.
"When it's mostly, it's a little dark." Windu said while wryly looking at the gaze of the wife.
"Here..." Dara took the plate closer to her front.
"Sister Win..." Dara looked at Windu with a glare.
"What else?"
"I want Brother Windu to eat it, I'll take a bribe."
"Lick!" Windu felt choked hearing it.
"But you were the one who wanted it?"
"Now it feels like I want to see Win's brother eating it, but I'm bribing..."
"Oh, God, Dara.kidamnya really, baby..." Windu blinked his eyes at the spoon sticking out from across the table.
The half-snouted fried rice slowly entered his mouth, the salty sweet taste almost bitter. Whatever it was, it was his own work.
"Waaaah, it's a happy feeling to usually nyuapin brother Windu."
Never before had Windu seen Dara sparkling eyes when feeding him half-snake fried rice.
"Again, yaaa..."
Windu just nodded with a face of pity.
At the third bribe, Windu glared at his wife, who,
"Honey, the cravings can be changed, huh?"
"Eh, where there are cravings can be changed." Dara manyun's.
"Darling, but the fried rice is not good." Sahut Windu slowly
"What makes, who?" Dara frowned.
Windu gulped his saliva, pulling the spoon into his mouth willingly.
Arguing with a pregnant woman is futile. He will win, and if he loses, he will win.
"Sister Win..."
"Hmmm..."
"Tomorrow Win's cooking again, huh?"
"Gosh baby, why are you in a relationship?"
"Who said cravings are just a day, who?"
"So how long did it take?" Windu chewed the fried rice with a heavy heart, if he vomited he was afraid Dara crying again. Forced in his swallow though a glass of water immediately pushed him.
"It could be a week, two weeks..."
"Darling..." Windu looked at Dara.
"You know, I can't cook."
"I know, but..."
"But what?"
"How do I say the same inside?" Dara pointed to her stomach.
Windu nodded with resignation.
"Request, what will I cook tomorrow?"
"I want to eat lilok tomorrow."
"Tape?" Windu once again glared at Dara. The name of the stranger was completely new to him.
"Yes, lick."
"That's food?"
Dara nodded.
"Bak Parmi can make it?"
"could. I just want you to make it."
One more spoon pointed at Windu's mouth.
With resignation Windu opened his mouth while hoping that the bad fried rice would soon run out.
Dara cravings, as if revenge with what was in nature 5 years ago, when the first pregnancy even Windu did not know anything.
Windu resigned only, he already loves the wife. Seeing his happy smile, Windu willingly ate his half-snake fried rice, a plate full.
"I love You, Dara.i love You my wife." His whisper in his heart.
"I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make up for all my past mistakes." Bathinnya.
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