Charm Wife Titipan

59. Astaghfirullah Nimas

"Mas, what do you want to say? I know there are still some in your mind. Let's share with me. You once told me that trust and openness are the foundation of the household. And now you must practice it" urged Nimas, who could not wait to see her husband quiet when he asked.

"For a while what if we buy a house that is not too big. I mean, buy a minimalist house. For a while, darling," Shaka replied a little timidly.

Nimas' response was beyond the man's expectations. The woman responded with a small laugh while shaking her head. Shaka was astonished by the woman.

"Why Dear? What's so funny? I'm not seriously kidding."

"Yes I know, I know you're serious, Mas. Indeed, why if we buy a simple house, what's wrong? Why are you so scared?" Nimas grabbed her husband's hand, took it to his lap, and held it.

"You sleep and live wherever I want, Mom. You take me anywhere, I'll come along. To me living in a luxurious or simple house is the same. What distinguishes it is. The contents of the house itself. And the contents of the house, it depends on who occupies. It will be comfortable if filled with love and affection. And those two flavors are capable of creating happiness in simplicity. The only source of happiness is not money and luxury, right? Yes we need money, but he's not the main source for me. The source of my happiness is you. So the point is, wherever I live I'll be happy is just like you. And vice versa, my happiness will be lost if I am far from you, even though I live in a luxurious house. Get here, okay? Wait especially? Let's pack up now and find a new house."

"How lucky I was to be given your kayak wife." Shaka for the first time kissed the short back of his wife's hand.

"I'm the lucky one. I don't know what my fate would be if not..."

Nimas' sentence stopped, because Shaka's index finger attached to his lips.

"God unites us because we complement each other. You pack our clothes, I asked you who works in housing. There may be some empty ones there."

Shaka was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. After getting information that there was still empty housing, he immediately came to the house in the afternoon. The house is not too big, but not too narrow. The right size for a small family.

"Mas, are we sleeping ginana?" ask Nimas who saw the whole corner of the empty house.

"I'll find a piece of furniture. On the highway ahead there is furniture. I'm just gonna go get some food, laper."

"Follow."

"Don't love, cape. We're on a long road trip. You take a break."

Nimas immediately displayed his scruffy face, the lips that he raised somehow ceaselessly made Shaka understand that his wife was sulking.

"Yes come on, let's find some home furniture together. All eat."

"No way," answered Nimas jutek as he walked to the window and stopped there. He stared at the expanse of the terrace which was even smaller than the terrace of his house.

Shaka followed Nimas without a word. Whether because of the influence of hormones or because it is such a character, Nimas likes to sulk at small things. It was actually the same as her, but Shaka felt Nimas was worse.

Shaka hugged his wife from behind. Gave a slow elution in her distended stomach.

"Rare you sure you want to?" whispered Shaka in the wife's ear.

Saka's actions made Nimas' blood instantly rustle. He slightly shuddered at the whisper that was too close to the ear. Not getting a response from Nimas, Shaka increasingly act by sniffing the neck of the wife.

"Buck, uh. You want us to eat ramyeon for no reason. Let's go find a piece of furniture and eat. He said hungry, I was hungry too" said Nimas, hiding his nervous face with a chattering as he walked out of the house.

"Eat ramyeon?" hiss Shaka did not understand.

"Mas come!" nimas shouted from inside the car.

Hearing Nimas' screams made Shaka wake up from his confusion and soon caught up with his wife who was waiting in the car.

They first go to the furniture to buy all the household furniture. Not too expensive the items they buy, the important thing is that their house is filled with items that should be at home.

"Actually we can't go between nights, sir. Because it's outside of work hours. But because you buy a lot, so we will still deliver. Besides the distance is also close," said the sellers after Shaka is indeed the goods must be until tonight.

After all was enough, they turned to the restaurant. They do not want to eat far away, because the day is a little night and they also have not been able to leave the house let alone rest.

"I did you eat that, Mom." Nimas pointed at the tofu lontong cart that was on the side of the road.

"Are you sure you want to eat that?"

"Yes, I want to. Indeed why? Don't look at the wagon, it's see the place is clean, who bought also rames," replied Nimas money understood what was on Shaka's mind.

Shaka still went down despite hesitating to eat on the side of the road like this. Never before had he eaten in a restaurant or shop. Although it was only the first time, he tried not to stiffen.

"From now on, make it a habit to eat wherever the place comes from and the person is clean" whispered Nimas in her husband's ear.

"Yes, honey, yes. Onion."

"From now on call baby on."

"What's the way?"

"How did you call Raisa?"

"Dear."

"Why do you call that to me too? The others!" sumpul Nimas returns to childish mode. Though just this afternoon his mature figure made Shaka proud. Now friday again, so about the inner Shaka.

"What's thewant? Baby?"

"No, I'll take you with me."

"What he wants, anyway. What did you say he wanted to be called?"

"Yes think dong, Mas. call dear, it's a lot."

"Bee?"

"You think I'm a bee?"

"Mother?"

"That's a call for children, how come you follow along."

"Dad?"

"Well, yeah. That's what I want" said Nimas girang.

"Geez, why was I not answering?"

"Like me."

Asterghfirullah Nimas's.