BABE JADULKU

Part 3

Mio's motor matic was mine I finally let out we'd go for a walk. The ATM card and pin are in hand. I want to change the old-fashioned husband's appearance. The first one we went to was a men's salon.

"Why are we here, Dek?" ask my husband as soon as we get to the salon.

"Dipermak first Brother," I said later.

'How do you do?"

"Here, Bang, cut this first, the cake of the people from the eighties, aja," I said as I squeezed his hair.

Rambutnya memang model kuno, ya, kuno sekali, rambut seperti itu hanya pernah kulihat di TV, film jadul tahun delapan puluhan. Rambut seperti kuncir kuda, bagian belakang lebih panjang dari bagian depan.

"Don't, Deck, my hair has been like this for twenty years" said the husband. He didn't want to go into the guy's salon.

"Let's be tidy, Bang, let's not be old-fashioned" I said again, pulling his hand into the salon.

Finally I managed to drag my husband into the salon, the husband immediately sat in the salon chair. "Tidy up the edges only," said the husband as soon as the barber put on a special shirt.

"Short cut, Bang, kek gini" I said pointing to a photo of a Korean actor on the wall.

"Son, just trim the edges" said the husband again. Predictably, the barber of course obeyed the words of the person he was pruning, not mine. Sebel too.

When my husband was cut, I came out of the salon, there was an ATM nearby. I want to check the balance. The pin is in hand. He said he used a new ATM for three months, before always cash.

I put the card in, type the pin and go on to the balance information. Yes, my God, my heart feels like it's going to be taken out to look at the numbers at the ATM, there are a lot of digits, I'm just counting the digits, nine digits, starting with five, which means it's five hundred million more, that's half a billion. My hand immediately shook when I took the card back.

When I came out of the ATM, it turned out that my husband had finished his pruning, he looked neat. His mustache also looks dry.

"It's taken?" ask husband.

'Not yet, Bang, how much was it taken?" my question then, while trying to hide my trembling.

"Take how much, Dek," replied the husband.

"ATM can only take five million, Bang,"

"How much does it take, Dek?"

"I need two hundred million, I want to buy a car, buy a motorbike, buy expensive skincare" I cried in my heart.

"Take it as necessary, Deck, shop as needed, not as desired, the need there is a limit, the desire is unlimited," said the husband again.

It's like a husband can read my heart, ah, but his words just like slapping me, how long I always shop as I want, as I wish, his intention to buy shampoo instead buy this buy that is not needed.

"Udah, you take it" I said at last.

"Not pande me, Dek,"

Husband is really old-fashioned, take money at the ATM he was not good, so all this time money at the ATM for what?

"So what if you take the money?" many wonder.

Oh, my God, you know I said my dowry was a billion, sorry I said it was only thirty million. Ah, my father didn't say that his son-in-law was a cowboy. I still remember the words of my father, "he's a good man, his father is a close friend of my father," if you used to say gini for example "he's a cowboy, many cows," would be another story.

"Kok was even dumb, Dek," said the husband as he ruffled my hair.

Finally I take only two and a half million, it is enough if only for today's shopping, I get a valuable lesson. Shop as needed, not as desired. Ah, you old-school husband, make me even more in love.

I took him to an American restaurant, I'm sure my husband would be happy, he would have never eaten a krispy chicken. But what happened, he did not eat at all, just drink, annoyed too, finally part I spent all.

"No eating, Bang?"

"That's an unhealthy chicken that's forced big fast with drugs" the husband replied.

"Ah, time!"

"Yes, Dek, we don't eat chicken that way, in the village we only eat chicken."

Yes, God, I forgot he's a rancher, must know a lot about cattle. Where else would my husband take to impress her?

As we walked towards my matic old school in the parking lot, suddenly there was a long horn from the bike behind us. When I was angry, the helmet glass was open, it was the Rapi, my old friend.

"Hei Niyet, you're still loyal as well as your buluk Mio?" he said laughing. We are friends indeed, like to mengelesetkan name, my name is good "Nia, even dimlesetkan so Niyet.

" That you, Rapet, are alive you are, apparently," I replied later.

"Who is this Rambo?" ask me again.

"This is my husband,"

"You are indeed a friend, marriage is not saying, not law," he said again.

Husband greeted Rapi while introducing himself, he then went to the motor park.

"Where'd you get Rambo, in Zimbabwe huh?" ask Neat.

"Ah, come on, I'm first, yes" I said as I followed my husband.

"Take the money again, Dek, buy a motorcycle that is like that," said the husband when we were in the parking lot, he pointed to the N max motorbike, which is in the parking lot.

'But, the only need is transportation, Bang,"

"Abang felt insulted the Rapet was despicable motor, he said motor buluk," said the husband.

My heart is flowery, my husband is cool, he can accept being insulted, but cannot accept his wife being insulted.

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