Buying Wife

Part #12

The son returns home as soon as the work in the office is done. As soon as the door opened, he felt something strange. No more noise greeted him.

"Sore, Sir. Tumben return home quickly usually later after the new Isa. Your job is done, right? what do you want to eat? I was cooking but maybe not warm, want me to warm again or make a new one. Let this food I give to the workers here." That is how Mahira when welcoming the Son after work. The girl spoke without brakes while picking up the Son's bag and opening her shoes.

"Wash your hands first, out there we can't see anything we touch it's got the germs or not. Later it will go into the stomach of the Father. If it hurts, I'll be the one who bothers."

"That's right! so don't forget to eat. The wind goes in. Shower first with warm water, I make ginger tea first. After that I scraped his back let the wind go all out. But ... be careful once the scrapings are finished you should be able to nahan. Usually people like careless release and farting. It doesn't smell, it's just that his voice likes to surprise me."

The son breathed. That noise will not be heard for the next few days. At least it was a period of calm for her because the days that followed and perhaps forever, the voice would accompany her days.

"Enjoy the Putraa ...."

The man laid his body on the sofa before he climbed into his room. Take a deep breath.

The son immediately opened his eyes as the shadow he kissed Mahira's lips flashed by. The son shook his head quickly. I hope the shadow will leave soon.

After all, it was the first experience for him. The son knows everything, but has never done it. The son stood up and stretched his body. Rubbing his shoulders rough.

He rushed to the room. Cleanse his body with warm water and then pray Magrib. He did not forget to pray and pray.

Son's phone rang as he rubbed his face after praying. He stood with Koko's clothes, sarongs and peci still attached.

"Abel?"

The son shifts the camera-shaped button upwards. And can immediately see the face of his sister and also his first pound. Azka.

"Hello Wawa's. Abis praying?"

"Yes, Wawa just finished praying Magrib, just returned the problem."

"Well, I miss Wawa Ira, right?"

"Yira? who's that?"

"Teh Mahira Azka, A. Want to say no?"

"Who's the guy?"

"Yaaa the same Mahira Tea! I'm mah males vc same Aa. Same with my husband."

"Where is your husband? duty out of town again?"

"Yaaa that. Also known as state assets. Take the country to various places."

"Patience. Pray that he is safe, healthy. She's so because she makes a living for you and the kids."

"Yes anyway. Ahh, why be nasehatin me? talk to Teh Mahira." Abel gives Mahira his phone.

The hand of the Son who was scratching his ear immediately stopped as soon as he saw the little girl's face on the mobile phone screen.

"Assalamualaikum, sir." He greeted and immediately got a ledge from Putra's sister.

"Father, Father, dear! do want to set the task to what lecturer!" Abel Ledek. Mahira blushed.

"Vaalikumsalam. How are you?" ask Putra.

"Ceyahhhh just yesterday I met you asked for news. Cemassss's auuh." Abel is back.

"Ra, you called her in my mom's room. It won't be okay here, ma'am." Mom gave advice. Mahira moves in and goes into Mom's room.

"I'm good, sir. How's your own father? all right, right? have you eaten yet? is that what you ate in the fridge, or is it stale? how's that work?"

"Ra, it's one-on-one, I'm confused which answer to answer first."

"The first thing I asked, sir. The answers are in order according to my question so that you are not confused."

"You're so full of shit, where do I remember what you were?"

"Yes, I repeated it. Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet."

"Why?"

"Just come from the office."

"Ok, is that food in the fridge stale or not?"

"Where I know, Raaa .. I haven't eaten. Not yet in the kitchen."

"Eh, yes. Forgetting. Yes, go to the kitchen. Take off the same clothes sarongs undiluted can not be used salat again."

"Yes, I took off the scabbard first. Back here the phone was simple on the bed."

"Why?"

"I don't use anything about it. Wanna see?"

Without warning, Mahira flips her phone and keeps it on the bed. After how many minutes, the voice of the Son was heard calling. Mahira immediately turned her phone back on.

"Yes, he's already in the kitchen. Later I will tell you how to cook from here. Don't turn off the phone. If you go down the stairs do not look at the phone, afraid of falling. Look at the phone later after you're in the kitchen."

"Good, First Lady."

"What is the Mother of the State, sir?"

"You."

The son really did Mahira's orders. He held his phone with a hand that swung down as he went down the stairs. He looked at the screen as soon as he got in front of the refrigerator.

"It's in front of the fridge."

"What do you want to eat?"

Son saw the contents of the refrigerator. His eyes traveled to and fro. Looking for something that caught his eye.

"Kale deh, if in a moment afraid of rotten hunting."

"What else is it?"

"Same to know."

"Yes, I washed everything first."

"Yes." Yeah." The son washed all the ingredients he would cook including tomatoes, onions and white and red chili peppers.

"Cooking first, pick up the kale first."

"Lookin?"

"Don't be too long it will be difficult to eat. Could eat kale out kale again."

"Scook!"

"Eh, uh, that's too short. Thought to make bakwan, metikin kok kok small kayak kol for bakwan anyway."

"Okay, how do you go? I have to bring a measuring instrument anyway?"

"That's not it, sir. Yes it is up to you. Not to be picked is okay either."

The son continued his kale picking event. With the size of everything itself.

"Continue?" tanyakanya.

"Iris onion first."

"Yes." Yeah." The son took two shallots and began slicing them after peeling the skin.

"Don't be too thick, not good later. It won't smell good."

"Here?"

"Yes. Keep the iris also red chili, one of course not much, later diarrhea."

"That's what was discussed. Want to eat my loh."

"Heheh. Sorry, Mr."

"Udah is done. What else now?"

"Iris garlic. The pug before it's sliced."

The son did as Mahira commanded. He scooped one red onion cursing a stone. Mahira laughed loudly at the behavior of the Son.

"Why? said on the geprek."

"Not using it either, sir. Hands can be mah."

Son grunting. Then he sliced garlic. Then tomatoes.

Mahira is still driving the Son to cook through the video call they do. The chatty Mahira pissed Putra off. The cooking show that was supposed to be short, finished very long.

Even with the guidance that Mahira did, just keep a lot of mistakes that the Son did. Sauteed kale to be kale soup because Putra poured too much water. Fried tofu crumbles because the son continues to flip through his years while in oil. Plus the frying pan that Putra was wearing wrong. The know's sticky to the frying pan.

Shrimp that was supposed to be sweet sour shrimp, now turned into shrimp candy. Sweet.

The son scratched his head which was not itchy. There was no cooking that he could eat. Finally, he ordered food from outside.

Anxiety was clearly visible on Mahira's face. He was worried to see the Son who could do nothing. The son realized that.

"Don't worry. I will not starve. There's plenty of food I can order here."

"Stay away. All the needs of the Father can not prepare by yourself. How can I calm down here."

"Then just come back here."

"Mess will not give permission. Anyway, tomorrow I have to go back to Majalengka. For the first time I will meet my mother and other family. Mother has given some money so they want to prepare for our wedding there. I'm ashamed, actually, my mother has spent so much money for me. I don't know what to repay my mother's kindness for."

"Abid his will."

"What?"

"So a good wife to me."

There's no sound. They fell silent and looked at each other. They look at each other with different feelings.

There is something that grows and blooms in Mahira's heart. As for the Son, it was just a very ordinary word. That's not what my mom wanted. Her thought.

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Mahira Hikmawati 23 years old