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[IM] Mercun Ayah Ngah

I am back!(Sorry!) So I'm here to drop you a few imagine chapters. I am so sorry that I did not update anything over the past month. I am having my breaks (that doesn't have any connection tbh) and I'm having quite a writer block so I am thankful if you are still here waiting for my update. Anyways, enjoy the update!

I heard the calm takbir from the mosque near our house, breaking the silence of the pitched black night. My cousins and nephews are busy running around the house compound, throwing mercun aggresively. The smaller one are busy waving their hands which are occupied with firecrackers.

The gesture of my hands expertly peeling the onions, already moving on to the potatoes. It is always me and my siblings to prepare the ingredients, while the elders are busy with the cooking. Not that we don't want to help, but we know they would be even more excited to prepare dishes for their children and grandkids.

I feel a hand snaked around my waist, pulling me towards a sturdy chest. As a repulse, the potatoes in my hand slipped into the basin, as gasp left my lips.

"Abang!" I squeked. He did pray for death when he pulled me with a knife in my hand.

He let out a sweet laugh, his eyes turned cresent and his prominent Adam apple moves as he hugged me.

"Sayang buat apa?" curiousity clouded him when he saw no potatoes in my hand, only the knife.

"Peeling your skin because SAYANG DAH PESAN KAN JANGAN PEGANG TIME ADA PISAU!"

He released my waist immediately while I turned around to give him a stern stare. He spontaneously grinned, rubbing his two hands for apology.

"Ayah Ngah!!!!" both of us turned toward the stair, my nieces and nephews were running towards him.

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Berhenti berhenti!!" his both hands were raised to the air, trying to stop those little cheeky kids from throwing mercun pop pop on him. There are two reasons why they love throwing it on Jongdae.

First, his body is as hard as rock. So when they threw the mercun it will explode as soon as it came in contact.

Secondly, they just love teasing him.

"Sayang. Abang gi dulu," he jumped to his feet, running away from the kids as his gesture won't stop them.

"ARGHHHHH JANGAN KEJAR AYAH NGAH!!!!!" he screamed, running in rounds while the kids trailed behind him. Following him were the drop of mercun here and there. The kids weren't really a fast runner, so my husband don't even use his full speed. He even winked a few times and sent me flying hearts while running.

He screamed when one of the mercun hit his bicep, and started whining right away. "Ayah Ngah tak buat salah pun!!!!! Waeeee!!!"

I shook my head laughing at him. The kids caught him at last, courtesy of himself. Four of them clung to both side of his legs, while the other two climbed up his body. The older kids were infront of him, aiming his abs with the mercun. He turned to me, pleading for help but I brushed him off, turning to my already finished potatoes.

"Okay okay ayah ngah kata turun! Arghhh!!" I heard him struggling with the kids as I rise to the kitchen for my next work. "Noo noooo jangan kat situ ARGHHH!!—"

I entered the room to see my husband in his towel, just finished bathing. He was wiping his body with a smaller towel when he heard the door opening, smiling as he spotted me. I could see his body full of bruises, as expected, my nephews and nieces. There even a few burn on his abs, maybe they were playing too hard on him.

I walked pass him, pulling the towel around his waist and hung it on my shoulder.

I could guess his reaction by the way he shrieked and shouting for the unexpected snatch. "Sayang!! How could you!!"

Oh god his overreacting. I know my husband, Kim Jongdae had never not wearing anything underneath his towel. He would wear a boxer but still wrap himself in a towel. I don't know if that's a good thing or not.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I found my husband on the bed, groaning as he turned to his sides.

"Sumpah abang rasa your anak anak saudara are abusive. They should be jailed!" he whined. He's true though, my nephews and nieces are wild and abusive. Even my siblings were done with them.

Pitying my whining husband, I sat on the bed, making some creaking noise before slowly running my hands on his back.

"Sakit ke? Diaorang lempar kat mana?" he pointed his back, biceps and hips, well, those places were really in pain based on how the muscles tensed.

I got up, searching for oilments for him. After applying on the burns and bruises, he groaned again, now his back were aching. I chuckled at his whines, he really hated how the mischievous kids are.

"Okay okay sayang tolong urut." I offered, feeling pity. I put some pressure on my hand, and started to massage him. He started off silent, then groaning each time I squeeze harder on his muscles.

Turning to my side, he pulled me down on the bed, trapping me with his legs.

"It's okay. Sayang pun mesti penat. Esok dah raya. Let's just sleep can we?" he leaned into the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent.

"Hilang terus sakit abang bila peluk ni. You should just hug me instead of urut abang." he snuggled closer and it tickles me, my hand pushing his head away while I giggled.

"Arghh waaaeeeee!!!!" my laugh echoed again.

A/N

Because I'm feeling generous (no actually I'm too lazy to make reaction chapters) SO I AM REWARDING YOU GUYS WITH IMAGINE CHAPTERS (don't tell me you don't enjoy this).

HAVE FUNNNNNNNN EXORAYA-IANS