The End of the Wing Miss
Fruit Salad of Giant Baby

Kei rushed back to the dining room after ending his call with Nadia, his second wife.

His heart was slightly pinched when he no longer found Naya there. The new Oatmeal Naya bowl was slightly reduced.

Kei stroked his coarse black hair, cursing his indiscretions who instantly answered the call without first seeing the caller id.

Kei was about to step into the room when his ears came to hear the conversation from the kitchen. There's Naya and Mak Madah there.

"Master why? His eyes are red?" Mak Medah looked at Naya rather deeply, looking at the young lady.

"Ah, no problem, mother. Nay was flickering in the living room. His cake was dust", replied Naya of origin.

"Dust? Though Mr. Mat said, he always cleaned the house, nih. It's okay, mrs. Let the mother who said the same Mr. Mat, so that he cleaned the house more. Eating salary, but not really working", mak Madah looks a little upset.

"It's okay, mom. Don't even talk. Maybe the dust is flying from the outside, so it's not the fault of Mr. Mat as well, right?", continued Naya still origin.

Mak Medah turned back to look at Naya with her gaze still looking. The faint appearance of the young girl of his master was like trying to dispel confusion.

Mak Medah began to understand, Naya was hiding something. Not wanting to look too interfered, Madah tried to divert the conversation.

"Sir wants what to eat for lunch later, let me make it." Mak Midah offered Naya enthusiastically.

"Mh... Nay look at the ice chest that there is fresh fish, maybe the Kei bang wants to eat fish gulai. We cook that, huh Mak?" Naya answered more enthusiastically, as if she had forgotten the incident in the dining room just now.

"But that's the young master's favorite, if you want what? Mak is ready to make it", again mak Medah offered Naya.

Naya sighed, silent for a moment while bowing her face.

"Nay don't have an appetite for food, mom. Nay doesn't feel hungry, either." Naya answered softly with her head still down.

Mak Madah took a deep breath. Just a few minutes ago he felt happy when he saw the young master, Kei with Naya, having breakfast together like any other whole family. Even his old eyes can see a happy twinkle in the eyes of the young mistress.

But now the eyes are again foggy like the dark years when they were in France there.

A moment of silence struck two women of different generations. Both are like drifting in the flow of each other's mind. Naya with her anger and fret. Mak Midah with all his concerns.

Their silence was sidetracked by the cryo-kriyuk sound of Naya's stomach.

The girl grimaced when she realized her empty stomach was still asking to be filled.

"Sir has not eaten yet? Wh why? The food is not enough? Need you to make it again?" Mak Midah excited himself at the point of his question. Anxiety is real in the series of questions.

Naya tries to smile in response to Mak Madah's long train-like question.

"Nay can't eat oatmeal mixed with fruit. Feels eneg". Naya said very quietly as if trying not to sound like anyone else except the two of them.

Kei who was still near the door leading to the kitchen, knocked on his own head, realizing his selfishness. Though earlier he could have breakfast oatmeal mixed fruit made by Naya, but somehow the ego demands him to see how far Naya is willing to give up on him. You baby giant! The brotherhood!

Kei did not not not not not look when Naya tried to swallow his breakfast with difficulty, but the attitude of jail bin tengil beat his logic.

Slowly Kei dragged his steps away from where he stood. After moving a few steps, Kei returned closer to the kitchen door.

"Nay, can you help my brother, can you?" Kei leaned against the door leaf, looking at Naya inexplicably.

"Yes? What do you need?" Naya got up from her seat towards where Kei was standing.

"Abang wants to meet a friend, there's a little business. Please get your brother's clothes ready, please? Kei pleaded with his hopeful gaze.

"Sure. Will. Mak, Nay stayed caught" , said Naya to mak Madah then rushed past Kei who remained standing there.

Naya flipped her body while linking her eyebrows when she saw Kei who had not stepped up after her.

"Nay first, brother later on. Brother, take a drink first". Kei stepped into the kitchen.

Mak Medah who saw the presence of the young master, rose from his sitting position.

"Master, what do you want to drink? Let the mak make it", mak Madah moved closer to the gas stove to prepare to warm the water.

"No, mama. Kei doesn't want to make that water. Mak please wash the fruits, Kei want to prepare yoghurt and honey". Kei took out a lot of fresh fruit from the fridge and thrust it to mak Madah.

"No, mother of Madah! I'll do it myself. Thank you." - Thank you." Kei smiled faintly and took over all the washed fruit.

The strong-mannered man looked very dexterous in his work. The fruits that he had cut into small pieces, he immediately put into a large serving bowl.

Mak Madah who saw Kei doing all the work smiled. He knew now, it turned out that the young master was making a fruit salad for his wife.

Mak Medah was still smiling with eyes that were shining, when she saw Kei giving last touching on his own blended fruit salad. After adding yogurt and honey, Kei put a fairly large strawberry heart-shaped as a garnish.

Mak Madah further widened her smile while giving a thumbs up as Kei glanced at her by gluing her index finger and thumb then producing a 'finished' sign sound'.

After feeling okay, Kei grabbed a sealed bottle of mineral water on the dining table, then stepped out of the kitchen.

Pushing the slightly open door slowly, Kei stepped slowly. His eyes immediately pounded on a tiny body that was behind him.

Naya stood with her two hands on the side of the window facing directly to the side of the Kei family stage house.

The girl wears a hijab without a niqab that usually covers her entire face except for her pair of eyes.

Kei approached after first putting his bowl of fruit salad and mineral water on the dressing table. Kei stood behind Naya by positioning his two big hands tightly, even slightly squeezing Naya's hand which was resting on the side of the window.

Naya, who was pensive, was a little surprised. The girl's reflexes are trying to break away from Kei's confinement.

But his efforts were in vain because Naya's sudden movements even more made the chest of Kei's field stick tightly on his back.

A warm, mint-scented gust of Kei's mouth stopped at Naya's nape. Although still blocked hijab, but still make the girl a little bristling. To disguise the fret that was getting whacky, Naya cleared her throat a few times.

"Mhmm, my brother's clothes are ready. Nay stay behind first yes", wirihnya while trying to get out of the confines of Kei's large body.

"You're not going anywhere, before ..." Kei deliberately hung his sentence while looking at the white face with a dimple in front of him.

The white face was slightly paled with dim eyes.

"Darling, are you sick?" Kei touched Naya's forehead and cheeks which indeed felt a little warm.

Without asking twice Kei directly lifted the wife's body and laid her carefully on the bed.

After loosening Naya's hijab, Kei rushed to pick up a bowl of fruit salad and mineral water he had put on the dressing table.

Climbing to the bed, Kei tries to hold Naya by leaning the girl's body into the chest of her field.

"Yuk, breakfast first. Nay's bribe brother, huh?"

Naya just nodded weakly. His head felt a little heavy, with a slightly painful stomach.

Kei continued painstakingly feeding Naya a spoonful after a spoonful. Until the fruit salad in the bowl was only half.

"Udah, thanks. When's brother for her?" Naya asked still in a soft tone while glancing at the rest of the fruit salad. It turns out that baby giants can make fruit salads too! Naya smiled faintly.

Smiling faintly, Kei did not immediately reply. He chose to gently shuffle Naya's black hair that was no longer covered in hijab.

"Well, now Nay's resting?"

Just as Kei was about to lay down the tiny body to rest, Naya's device rang aloud at the sign of the incoming call.

Naya's hand stretched out to reach her net on the nightstand, but the big hand had first grabbed the rectangular object.

Seen video calling from id caller My momma sayank.

Kei restored his coarse jet black hair while kneading his temple.

Well, the Drama Queen showed up!

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To be continued

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