My husband is my teacher
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"Hello everyone.

Back together with me wrong.salah.salah Salasiah.

Today I will share a tutorial on how to make up for school children is very simple..." Salasiah speaking in front of the camera.

Salasiah is a youtuber she has a channel called SALAH SALASIAH.

Um... The audience is a lot.

The videos he made about make up, togetherness with family, friends and outings, but mostly about make up his hobby.

Same with her friend Hana made a video on Sunday, but different. If Salasiah about make up well if Hana about cooking.

"Well... Finally done, too."

"Here comes the purple yam gelatin."

"Secondly yes, the recipe. Good luck." Hana, who spoke in front of the camera, aimed at the purple yam that had been cut and ornamented.

Emm... If it's their friend this one, Nana. Usually on a Sunday night of sleep.

If Miss Kost.

The bias...

"Hiks... Hix... Tega very much you, live your girlfriend, but she's beautiful."

Bu Kost who cried at his home watching a Korean movie, the scene of his girl dyingalin girlfriend, "Hahaaaaa... Usually here there is Latika who accompanies the watch, but now watch it yourself.

Haaa... Hix... Sorrowfully. Our nation is the same, living alone no one accompanies."

Indeed Latika often accompany Miss Kost watching Korean movies together, let alone Sunday, plus again, sometimes Latika to eat free at the house of Bu Kost, especially on Sunday, sometimes Latika sleeps in her house.

Usually, if you are sitting in front of the tv, do not expect to go home quickly, intercepted. Usually Latika use the reason to want to go to work, do not use the reason for kebellet, because the toilet is in his house, if there is no right reason do not be able to go home quickly.

But, now no longer, Miss Kost now watch it herself, the other boarding children do not dare, if they watch must be forced.

While Latika was locked in the room because she was embarrassed to go out, after hours in the room, and she ventured to leave the room, she saw at the window that Afriadi was gone.

Latika went down the stairs to meet Bik Ipah, who was in the kitchen.

"Bik... Where is he going?" asked Latika approaching Bik Ipah who was washing clothes, standing next to the washing machine.

"Who's Non, sir?." Bik Ifah asked back, his hands still work moving clothes in a drying machine to the bowl for sunbathing.

Latika nodded seeing Bik Ipah working.

"Oh... Signore... He said there was a need."

Bik Ipah's hand paused for a moment to look at Latika, starting to tease her, "Why Non? Miss it, Non?."

"Master is not long either Non, at least 12 hours later go home." Bik Ipah is back at work.

"Don't miss Bik, I'm just asking." Latika avoided making Bik Ipah grin at him, "No Bik serious."

"Masaan..." Bik Ipah seduces Latika with a big smile.

"Ih... That's my aunt." Latika stomped her feet to the floor, furious with Bik Ipah.

Bik Ipah's smile added the bees to see the gihinya, "Gak Non Bibik kidding."

"Ep... Auntie's cooking?." Latika asked, watching Bik Ipah work.

"Not yet, Nah,

any minute.

Not hungry, huh?." Bik Ipah answered to look at Latika.

"No bik, I..." Latika hesitantly wanted to say, her voice getting smaller, embarrassed, "I... I just want to cook, Aunt who gives instructions, can ya Bik?."

Bik Ipaj glanced, stopped working, looked at Latika in disbelief with the word earlier, "This serious Non want to cook lunch?."

"Hehe... Yes Bik." Latika cengengesan in front of Bik Ipah.

"Let's... Aunt knows." Bik Ipah narrowed his eyes knowing Latika's intent, his index finger swaying to Latika,

"I just want to learn to cook Bik. Not for him, I just want to learn. There's no more work." Latika dodged Bik Ipah's allegations on target.

"Yes... Yes Non. But later on Non Bibik wash clothes first," said Bik Ipah continue his work.

Latika made her mouth reddened not want to wait later want to go straight now, persuaded Bik Ipah, "Now only Bik, let Latika who cooked Bibik still work while giving guidance. Yes Bik?." Latika thought that cooking was easy as in her mind prepare the ingredients and then cook her shoulder ready.

Latika expects once she agrees, continues to persuade Bik Ipah, "May ya Bik?."

Bik Ipah thought twice, his heart exclaiming, "For what is withheld too. Good Non want to learn should support support. Where knows this is the first step Non wants to be a good wife, if it means that Non is already at home here, Non has accepted all the events that unite them, which unites them, and means Non to be a permanent wife Sir. Well, at home."

Bik Ipah sighed, allowing.

Latika's face instantly brightened, quickly entered preparing the ingredients. His soul was burning with spirit.

Finally Latika began to cook, he had not cooked for a long time, when his parents there he had helped his mother cook, yes.. Just flipping through fried food with his mother's merchandise, rarely he helped his mother cook food at most his mother told him to study, and after his parents no Latika rarely cook he often buy ready-to-eat food. Now special, she'll cook for one person.

With a hint, and a direction from Bik Ipah Latika started cooking without hesitation he started.

Bik Ipah who was not far from him shouted at Latika, giving a hint. Occasionally Bik Ipah approached to see Latika's work, nodding.

Latika smiled widely as long as she cooked, the obstacle she went through from cutting onions made her eyes sore it felt like crying, kept her oversized fire when fried fish, and, too late to love salt or forget to love salt or not cooking so that the salt is loved again, putting fish in a frying pan is like throwing marbles in a circle so exposed to splashes of oil jump fear finally fish in a hard pan kayak crackers, charred, and others.