Sagaras
The Part 87

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Hearing the word wryly that ejected from Sagara's mouth inexplicably made Aisyah shudder to imagine she was menysaP lemon that sour until it can make both eyes flickering.

"Don't like it?delicious loh," asked Sagara who even ravenously himself ate the cake he brought.

"Asem, I want a sweet one," said Aisyah. He who just meningan free from pain in the back of the head would want to make it more mood, not even the later ends of abdominal pain. .

"I don't know, you don't say" Sagara said lightly without realizing it would actually be a boomerang for him who was insensitive.

"I didn't say? I don't know! did you know I fit in the cake shop? give me a chance to choose? not really!" Aisyah spoke really with great emphasis but she was still trying to be patient because however the man beside was a husband.

"Forgot, don't miss" he said with the mouth full of the yellow cake.

Aisyah who was suddenly furious because Sagara was so annoying finally woke up from sitting, the sweetness of the Anniversary celebration of one year of their marriage just now even evaporated out of nowhere.

"Darling-huh, you really don't want to?" sagara asked a little loudly because Aisyah had gone up to the bed.

"No! abisin himself," said Aisyah ketus and lazy to respond.

Sagara just nodded, he was completely unaware if his wife was sulking, not because she was hungry but he liked the taste of the cake that he thought was unique.

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The next morning, after the couple had done their duty together, Aisyah climbed back into bed. He curled up there with his face covered in dolls.

"Darling, your head hurts again?" sagara asked who was starting to worry.

Usually this early they are in the backyard, Sagara sports and Aisyah quite accompany. But, not today because the woman complained that her head hurt.

In fact, he did not dare to speak directly. Enough in the heart because he was afraid Sagara was angry just because of the taste of the cake. Aisyah is not angry because it tastes sour anyway it is also not redundant because it was spent by her husband. But, what Aisyah never thought was, she really did not buy a cake that tastes sweet.

Don't understand the guy over the code?

"No, it's just a drowsiness" answered Aisha a little lie, and in her heart she continued to beg forgiveness for the lie she had just uttered.

Sagara's forehead frowned, although only one year married but he knew very well how his unusual wife did it.

Tumben?? murmuring broke in his heart.

"You're sick again for sure, let's go to the hospital or the doctor I called here."

"No need, honey. I'm fine, really I'm sleepy," replied Aisyah again still in the same position.

"Yes, I made you some warm tea, would you like some breakfast now? so that you can take medicine if you are sick," Sagara bargained while rubbing the head of his beautiful wife.

"Yes, but don't give me the sugar. I want breakfast now too. I'm hungry" replied Aisyah who had not eaten since yesterday.

"Ok, what do you want to eat?"

"Chicken slurry, shall you?" pinta Aisyah was shy, she was still afraid if she asked her husband for something when it was clear the contents of the world would be given if she wanted.

"Chicken's love?" ask Sagara innocently.

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"Loh, would you like me to have some chicken feed?"