Married to Janda Kembang
Get Marvel to Eat

It's been all night for Marvel to think about Melati's feelings for her. He kept checking his phone, because since two days ago, Melati did not reply to his short message at all, or answer his phone.

THE HUFT!

Marvel sighed, changing position to sleep on the right side. His eyes still looked at the phone he was holding, because he still hoped, Melati will answer his short message, and want to call him back.

“Somehow what she thought ... was previously ordinary. He's never been like this. Even he who is always waiting for my news,” muttered Marvel, making him feel a little annoyed by the circumstances.

It's been two days since Marvel couldn't get out of the house, because she wasn't feeling well.

Some days thinking about Melati, Marvel was not feeling well because he did not eat well. Not even a bribe of rice did he eat, he could only lock himself in his room.

It just so happens that these two days are weekends, so Marvel can freely lock herself in her room.

Marvel sighed again, “Usually every weekend, we always eat out, take a walk wherever he wants,” muttered, while still looking at the chat application he had, he said, who knows Melati is replying to her short message.

TOK ... TOK ... TOK ....

The sound of people knocking on the door made Marvel a little surprised to hear it.

Marvel confirmed his reclining position, and immediately sat on the edge of the bed.

“Who?” ask Marvel a little scream.

“Marsha, Bang!”

There was a cute but loud voice, outside the room. He let out a long sigh, because again Marsha had to come to his room.

“You what?” ask Marvel with a little surrender to his beloved youngest brother.

Hearing Marsha who asked him to be accompanied by a meal, Marvel also let out a long sigh. Marvel already knew that this was Marsha's trick so she could eat right.

Marvel patted her on the forehead, “What's this hunch again? You've told me to eat 17 times, you know!” he said, making Marsha who was behind the door, a small grin heard it.

‘Even if it is not so, Brother does not want to eat,’ inner Marsha, who really cares about his brother.

“Come, I'm the laper! Just let me know, I want to eat, laper!” shouted Marsha again, who indeed had such a stratagem.

Marvel, unable to resist Marsha's request, steps out of her room. Moreover, hearing Marsha who wanted to eat catfish pecel, Marvel's appetite was immediately aroused, and immediately wanted to eat the food.

Marvel opened the door of his room, making Marsha grin at the flat expression of Marvel.

“Abang wants to eat too, right?” marsha asked, while still grinning at him.

Marvel let out a long sigh, “Abang didn't eat. Brother nemenin you. Don't be long!” he replied with a little ketus, making Marsha even more grinning just to hear it.

“Ah, where to hold your brother if you do not eat catfish pecel?” as far as Marsha is concerned, Marvel could only look at her flat with her arms outstretched.

“Gak, Brother don't eat! Already, spout! Want in anter, no?”

Hearing Marvel's tone, Marsha could only laugh a little, because she knew and was very sure, Marvel would definitely not be able to resist the temptation of his favorite food.

‘See later,’ Inner Marsha, while laughing small looking towards Marvel.

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