Sharing Love: Between Us
Bab.294 Duster
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Kenan scratched his nape, with a big smile to display his row of white teeth.
Oh, my God, because my butcher went wrong, inner Keenan.
"I–it, punishment ... punishment, you made the actor good too," Keenan replied.
However, instantly as he instantly closed his eyes tightly, regretting his own words.
Why did that word come out anyway? inner Keenan, blame yourself.
Riska smiled, she just gave her thumbs up and got back busy with her spectacle.
Keenan finally chose to move and walk to the kitchen to take a drink.
"Eh, aren't you ready for dinner for Keenan?" mother asked, who saw Keenan enter the kitchen.
Rika instantly widened her eyes, remembering it all. "Any right, I forgot."
Riska immediately stood up and walked into the kitchen, following Keenan. While Mom just shook her head slowly to see the child who still likes to be tarried.
"Abang, want dinner?" riska asked, when she saw Keenan sitting at the dinner table drinking water.
Keenan glanced at the dining table in front of him, there was already simple cooking.
"Byeah" replied Keenan.
"Yes, I used to eat the food" said Riska, about to take a bowl on the table.
However, Keenan held Riska's hand, "Not a business, it's also delicious."
"But, it's cold, Bang," Riska said.
"It's okay, the rice is still hot" Keenan said.
Keenan knows that the rice is still in the electric rice cooker, so as long as the heart will always be hot.
"Yes, I took the rice first yes, Bang," said Riska.
The woman walked over to get the plate and rice, after getting a nod from her husband.
Keenan knew it was his wife's meal this afternoon before he came home. However, because of the drama after the bath and the arrival of Alvin, now the cuisine is cold.
The man no longer wanted to bother his wife, just because of a dish. Especially now that Riska is pregnant young, she does not want that until his wife is too cape.
With Riska painstakingly preparing dishes for her husband, she also refilled Keenan's empty glass.
"I'm sorry, Bang. The cooking was cold" Riska said, sitting in front of Keenan.
"It's okay, even though it's cold, but, if this is cooking you must still taste good," said Keenan before starting to feed the rice in front of him.
"No, it's still delicious. My wife is really good at cooking," continued Keenan again, after spending a spoon of rice and side dishes in his mouth.
Riska blushed to hear the praise from her husband, all this cooking is indeed her hang cooking, considering Mom and Rio had eaten meatballs this afternoon.
"You, don't eat?" keenan asked, looking at Riska's face full of questions.
"I was in the afternoon already snacked meatballs, continued this time waiting, Brother, bathing .. I also ate cake from Mba Ayu, until it runs out two pieces. So until now still full," replied Riska.
"Oh that, yeah. If you're drinking milk yet?" ask Keenan again.
"No, yet" Riska shook her head, slightly lowering her head.
Keenan who saw all that frowned. "What's up, hem? Don't you like the taste of that milk? Let me hang it again."
"No, not that, Bang," rang Riska.
"I want the milk made the same, Brother," Riska said as she lowered her head deeper.
Keenan smiled, knowing that his wife was embarrassed or even unpleasant to him, when he said that simple request.
"Okay, if so later after eating I directly bikini milk for you as our child," replied Keenan, while stroking his wife flat stomach.
Riska lifted her head, she looked at Keenan's face with teary eyes, there was a sense of excitement, when her husband wanted to grant her request.
"Really?" tanya Riska, with her face giving rise to a reddish tinge.
"Yes, I'll make it. Or will it be now?" ask Keena.
"No, later if, Brother, have eaten," said Riska with a cheerful face.
Pregnant women are magical. Last time watching television already like to eat people, just want to cry, uh now even a cheerful smile, inner Keenan, amazed by the various changes in facial expressions and feelings of his wife.
This, anyway, defeat the soap opera players. Jago really change roles and moods that, inner Keenan.
After finishing his dinner, Keenan immediately went to make milk for his wife. While Riska chose to clean the dining table and wash the dishes and glasses her ex-husband ate.
Keenan first read how to serve milk for pregnant women, during his life he had never made milk for other women, except for Naura.
That too, sometimes the dosage has been prepared by Bi Yati, he only just brewed it using warm water.
After understanding the correct dose, Keenan began to open his wife's pregnant milk, then began to scoop the milk powder.
"Eh, the water first, Bang. Don't milk it first," prevent Riska.
Keenan who was a little more will spill the milk powder in the glass, stop its movement and return it again into the packaging.
"Wrong huh?" ask Keenan, grimacing.
"Yes, it should be warm water first. Only then will the milk powder last," said Riska, while preparing warm water into the glass.
"Well, now pour the milk," Riska ordered.
Keenan took a couple of spoons of milk and put them in a glass, then complained clockwise.
Riska who was looking at Keenan so carefully, could only stare at his smile. According to her husband's focused and concentrated expression, making Keenan's resilience multiply.
"Have already! Come on, now you're just drinking, baby," Keenan said moving the glass in front of him to Riska.
Riska saw the many spills of milk powder and water mixed on the table, she could only sigh slowly.
Here, if the wife asks for help from the husband. Not that it's okay, but, instead add work. Dek, why do you want to drink milk made papah all the way? inner Risk.
Keenan who was looking at the direction of his wife's gaze smiled awkwardly while scratching his nape. "Sorry, sweetheart. I've forgotten how to make this milk."
"A moment, let me sort it out," Keenan continued, as he was about to walk up to get a washcloth.
Riska just nodded while looking at what her husband was doing. However, after she saw Keenan back, she almost choked, seeing what her husband had brought.
"Bang, it's a lap to make on the floor," said Riska.
"Huh?! I guess all washcloths are the same" Keenan replied, with a surprised face.
Jeez, this man is really the sultan, until you can't stand a washcloth, Inner Riska.
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Jeez Bang Ken😂😂
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