Married A Man M*esum (Fear Husband Wife)
Five-Foot Restaurant, The Twin Five-Star

..."Believe me, I am not stingy, just save doang. You know sparing?" ~ Nathan....

Dara's hand with her henchmen slapped back, and this time the target was Nathan's cheek, but his slap this time was only slow in his opinion.

Nathan was silent, no longer dared to say a word, afraid that if he returned to his voice, it was Dara's feet that would float on his handsome face.

'Oh Allah, Nathan just wants to ngingetin, this is not married, you' Nathan's mind with a sad look.

"Don't tell me to talk! Tell me it's over!" After saying that, Dara chose to close her eyes instead.

"Dih ... that person also who ngajak I said," muttered Nathan in a very slow voice, even barely making a sound, so Dara did not hear it.

Nathan chooses to be quiet, unwilling to make the woman next to him angry again, especially if it gets really raging, then pounce on her, and meng*sa him in the car. Nathan was horrified to imagine his virginity being forcibly snatched away by Dara.

Midway Nathan saw a meatball shop on the side of the road. Without further ado, he immediately parked his car, because from then on he was looking for a meatball shop, not a restaurant. Understandably frugally.

"Dar! we have arrived," said Nathan softly as he patted the cheek of the woman next to him who seemed to have slept.

Dara's sleep was disturbed by Nathan's actions. Slowly the woman opened her eyes. Dara rubbed his eyes to collect his life that was wandering somewhere.

"Well, yeah?" muttered Dara, then looked out the window.

Dara's eyes glared as she looked around her. "Nathan, which restaurant are we at?" peekik Dara's.

"We're in a five-foot restaurant, a five-star twin" Nathan replied.

"Lo sane, huh? I ate on the side of the road!" screeched Dara with hunting breath.

"Thank God, I'm sane, Dar. If I don't eat in the middle of the road, it's just crazy, Dar! Wh why? Because we can just flatten the truck," Nathan said casually.

"Lo really is, Than. You can do a little capital, huh?" Dara must have been very upset with the man. Is it so stingy that they have to end up in a meatball? Can't they just eat in restaurants?

"Ckk .. You don't get me wrong, Dar! The food of street vendors does not mean bad. If you don't believe me, I guarantee you will be addicted, let alone eat it accompanied by handsome men like me." Nathan combed his hair with his hands, styled as if he was cool.

"There I can throw up if I eat while squirming Lo! Pede is a person." Dara is not out of thought with the nature of Nathan who is too pede like that, but according to him Nathan the standard size only. Not handsome, but not ugly either.

Dara immediately got out of the car, then walked towards the meatballs with a little pecking in annoyance.

Nathan, who saw him, also clucked, and then immediately went out and chased the woman who had left first.

"Sir, order 10 bowls of meatballs, yes!" said Dara, screaming a little.

"Astagfhirullah!" Nathan, who had just arrived, was surprised to hear the amount of Dara's order. Is the woman sure she can finish off that much meatball?

"You're serious about Dar ordering that much? It's nothing, but ten bowls is 150!" Instead of talking about the woman's health, Nathan actually discussed the money he would spend later.

'Indeed stingy!' grouse Dara in the heart.

"No need to talk about money! If I had to pay for the meatballs! You stingy!" ketus Dara's.

"Not stingy, Dar! But frugal," Nathan said gently.

"Tap —"

"No, Sir. One bowl, yes," Nathan asked kindly.

"Aren't you hungry, Than?" Dara was certainly a little surprised to hear it, did the man not feel hungry? He was already very hungry.

"Yes hungry! You think I'm a kangaroo!" nathan replied a little.

"Huh? Why kangaroo?" ask Dara curiously.

"Ckk .. This is how the story of an omelet, which is produced from ******* a chicken that is delicious, sexy, and which certainly divides, and then processed by being broken into two parts, not to forget also sprinkled with pepper and flavoring, and certainly with cint— mphhh!"

Nathan had not yet finished his words, tissue first landed in his mouth, and it was certainly the actions of a woman named Dara, a beautiful but sadistic woman according to Nathan.

"Can't you be sane?" dara asked with loud intonation, thus making them the center of attention by the buyers who were there.

Nathan violently puked the tissue in his mouth, then stared intently at Dara which actually made Dara to stare sharply. It actually makes Nathan's guts shrivel, because Dara's gaze is sharp, as sharp as the neighboring material.

"Ckk ... You can not really just come from a lump aja Ayank prospective wife? It's a mouth, you know. Not the trash! Why don't you just use your lips? Usually in these novels. Every guy or girl chatty, then gagged by mouth, kept mum*t, finally ended up in a hot bed. But you what? I really want to practice it. But I realized, you are not the right woman to practice it together, because I am sure, if I will not survive if I dare. Thank you for being quiet after I kissed you, but if you run straight to the kitchen, keep grabbing the machetes, ready to read* me, it's a danger, Dar! Time yes news appeared on TV, due to a prospective husband who desperately kissed his future wife, now the life of the man is on the verge of death. The man is facing his critical moment. It turned out that the woman, besides being sadistic, was also a liar, which was no longer faithful. Swear, Dar! That's not funny at all." Nathan spoke at length again, without caring for the many pairs of eyes that kept watching them. Not even a few who feel the face and nature of Nathan are opposite.

Dara closed her eyes, however they were in a crowded place, so there was no way she would finish off the man here.

While the owner of the meatball shop felt a little confused. He had been standing since then, but the two humans had not ordered any food.

"This is Neng's message, Kang?" The owner of the tavern chose to just ask, so that he could go back to his shreds. It's nothing, dishwashing is piling up there.

"No message yet?" Dara asked, because she felt a little uneasy at the merchant who had been watching them since, let alone looking at the gazes of the buyers who were there.

"Yes! But we order one bowl, let's be romantic. But, I eat the meat, you drink the sauce," Nathan's advice that just makes Dara take a deep breath, then exhale slowly to minimize his emotions that have reached the intestines, the gut, even bile.

'All of you save, right?'

TB

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