(Im) Perfect Couple

Chapter 6

Kanya intended to tidy up her clothes in the closet. In Bian's room there are four closet doors. Kanya bangtung where kah clothes will be arranged. Just open the closet at the very end.

"Don't be there Kay," prevent Bian who just came out of the bathroom.

Kanya lowered her hand. "I just want to arrange my clothes Mas," he said felt like a thief who was caught picking up something.

"Wear the two-pointed cupboard, where my clothes are stored and ...." Bian did not continue his words.

"Yes," said Kanya quite aware and understood. There may be valuables that no one else should know even though Kanya's status is his wife.

"Kay, try to open it yourself," said Bian again.

Kanya according to this time opened the closet and found a pile of shirts and fabrics in the shape of a triangle. Kanya's face immediately turned red, so that was the reason why Bian was embarrassed to mention the contents of his closet.

"So you know why you have to use the next closet," exclaimed Bian pointing at the cabinet in question.

Instantly a happy bud grows in Kanya's heart. Not as much as I was an Abian. He immediately shifted to the closet that Bian had meant before.

"Kay, you can sleep first. There's work I need to finish," exclaimed Bian immediately leaving Kanya.

The night was getting late, Kanya had already cleaned all the clothes. But not seen from the door Bian will return to the room. Kanya has just started to get tired of streaming Korean drama that can be the intake of her genital inspiration.

I'm gonna follow Bian to the study. Certainly not the right solution. He will not be able to help anything and Kanya will not be able to be invited to discussions let alone provide solutions. He will only show his stupidity in front of Bian. He would rather now pray while counting the sheep until his drowsiness comes.

Kanya opened her eyes faintly sensing that something was impinging on her hand. How shocked it was to feel the hands coiling on his stomach. Kanya tried to look over and found Abian hugging her! Tell me this? Of course he was dreaming! Now it is better to sleep again than to hope for the impossible.

Kanya opened her eyes wide when I heard the dawn prayer, she found her sleeping position that had not changed since last night. It still crossed Kanya's mind that dream felt so real. He immediately turned his head to the side and found Abian who was sleeping away from him a few cents, of course with a position behind him. Last night was just a dream. No matter what time Abian entered the room last night, it must have been very late because Kanya just slept at twelve.

Kanya also chose to wake Abian to carry out common obligations rather than tangent to her own precepts.

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Kanya is still busy with eggs and some of the ingredients she took out of the refrigerator. It was Kanya's job to prepare the necessities for her husband. I don't know what he can cook for breakfast. They rarely touch the kitchen, almost never. As the youngest and only child. The treatment of his family during this time was considered too indulgent. Lastly entering the kitchen was hit by a splash of oil from scooping chicken, Bintang was so angry and almost fired ART. Kanya previously made soup on her parents' wedding anniversary. He could not distinguish the pepper and nutmeg that were mixed into the soup that made the whole house diarrhea for several days. Since then his mother never allowed Kanya into the kitchen. Evidently now when married, Kanya does not know how to cook properly. To make fried rice for breakfast only he had to see youtube.

“Why Kay?” the sound that shocked Kanya. Bian had already appeared in neat clothes. The man was wearing a blue shirt with black cino pants that Kanya had prepared earlier. Although Bian's appearance to the Office is unlike the CEO in Kanya's novel wearing a tuxedo complete with his tie, Bian looks dignified and handsome in Kanya's eyes.

“I want to make breakfast Mas?” kanya replied doubtfully could not provide a decent cuisine for Bian or not.

“New to cook?” ask Bian. Kanya nodded in shame, how could she not provide breakfast while her husband was ready to go to work. If you know the dilemma will cook like this, he better order food through an application like last night.

The man looked at his watch. “If today I cook for breakfast how?” the thrill that makes Kanya's eyes round instantly.

“By pimjam apron?” ask Bian.

Kanya clenched her proud mouth. “Mas, I'm the only one cooking. Later clothes dirty mas want to go to work.” Kanya tried to prevent but she also doubted whether she could present something that Bian wanted.

“Nnothing, besides I did not cook for long by myself, you also have to try fried rice ala Bian,” exclaimed Bian reached out asking for more apron.

“You can wait there, all make tea, ten more minutes will be ripe.”

Kanya according to making tea in the pantry next door. His eyes turned to Bian who looked so good at processing spatula in frying. Kanya's eyes don't want to be separated from anything her husband does. Abian is a complete husband. There is one lack of Bian that can be used as a comparison so that his differences are not too striking. The man is perfect in every way for Kanya, Kanya now has it. But the one thing Kanya can't get is her heart and her love!

“Siap,” Abian put two dishes on the table of fried rice that is still smoky with a delicious aroma.

“Fast feeding, cold hunting. Looks like I'll be late too,” exclaimed Bian.

Kanya bribe fried rice that is so good on her tongue. Really this is much better than the famous mang ujo fried rice throughout the campus.

Kanya knows Abian has indeed lived independently for many years during college in Indonesia or in America. Cooking by yourself is common.

Kanya felt like she wanted to shrink like bacteria, whether she had to be happy or embarrassed Bian replaced cooking as one of the duties of the wife. Kanya increasingly shriveled because she became a wife who could not be relied on at all.

“Nak no?” ask Bian to finish his feed.

“So much Mas,” replied Kanya honestly. Relax if Kanya every day eat fried rice made by Bian.

A faint smile expanded on Bian's lips. “Thank God, oh yeah Kay. Looks like I'll be late tonight, home maybe night.”

“Ya Mas, I can also visit the store today. I haven't been there for a week,” said Kanya.

“Yes already, we are together if one way.”

Kanya nodded in spirit. “I'm ready first Mas.” Kanya got up from her seat.

Even though their relationship is still running in place, there is at least good communication until this moment.

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