Dear Mr. Brutal Mario

Only Angan Angan

Val went around the Mall himself. Although the needs at home have been provided complete, but he just wants the road to relieve his fatigue. Her husband is overtime. Val will enjoy her time alone without anyone bothering her.

He sat down to enjoy his drink while watching the people passing by.

After getting bored, he decided to go home.

Val enters the Mansion surprised that her husband is already there.

"Bright. Said overtime?"

"Not be By. Where did you come from on the phone not picked up." Mario hugged his wife.

"From mall. I'm bosen. So walk for a bit. Hp I'm dying when the battery runs out. I'll charge first."

Val runs into his private room followed by Mario trailing behind him.

"Dady's here too?" Val asked as he tidied up his messy stuff.

"Yes. I miss you by." Mario hugged his wife again.

"Yesampun prasaan this morning is also still the same."

"Kangen." The man hugged his wife even tighter.

"Awas. I want some bebes. You sit down first."

"You're."

"Let's finish."

"Just so." Mario said according to.

The man will usually be angry if he sees a situation that is ambiguous like this. But somehow if with Val he is not so. He knows everything his wife does. Although his wife seemed careless and messy Mario never angry or complain at all.

Mario could only sigh and resignedly see Hoodie not hung in place, t-shirts scattered on the floor and not to mention snacks on each table.

"I help ya." Mario bargained despite knowing the answer.

"No."

"All right." Said Mario could only sit quietly watching. His wife was busy putting dirty clothes in the basket, cleaning the garbage and arranging irregular items. Val is very responsible. It will solve for itself what it has done without anyone helping.

"It's done right." Said satisfied.

"I want to be holy first."

"Everyone."

"No. I want to wash it myself."

"What do you know?"

"Ngeremy. I can do it." Val brought the basket out.

Mario is waiting for his wife who is doing the laundry. Beyond expectations, it turns out the wife is very deft to do the job.

"Study from where?"

"From Aunt at home. If the clothes that should not be washed using the machine Aunty should use hands. So I'm also learning."

"Aren't you afraid of your hands being rough?"

"No." Mario just smiled with his wife's answer. Very different from women in general who are spoiled. The wife is very independent with all-around circumstances. She was unlike any other woman who was afraid of rough hands and broken nails. Mario stroked his wife's head gently.

"Udah. Just rinse first."

Val is done with his activities Washing and preparing dinner. He immediately took a shower and changed clothes using only shirts and shorts.

"Dad. Let's eat."

"Yes By. Come on." Mario took his wife's hand to the dining room.

"Aren't you eating?" Mario asked to see his wife feeding him.

"You eat too?. It'll starve."

"Not later. Dad spent the meal first. I made ramen in the kitchen."

"Uhk..uhk..." Mario choked on hearing what his wife had just said. Val quickly gave her husband a drink and gently stroked the man's back.

"Slow down Dad."

"You. You make ramen? I told you not to eat unhealthy food."

"Oh Come. I just want ramen for nothing else. Than I don't eat. Hayo..."

"But I'm worried about your health."

"Ga papa's. I am healthy and good. Give me permission."

"All right." Said Mario resigned than his wife did not want to eat.

Mario stuck to his wife who was focusing on eating while watching.

"Daddy really don't want to?" Ask without looking.

"No."

Mario frowned seeing his wife pouring crackers into his bowl. Val with a voracious eating spirit.

"Where are you going?" Mario asked to see his wife standing up.

"You're making ice again. It's over."

"You wait here. I made it."

"OK." Val continues to eat.

"Sir." They said they were surprised to see Mario go into the kitchen without his wife. The man had never been to the kitchen before. But since there Val Mario often accompany his wife to cook in the kitchen.

"Is there anything we can do for you, sir?"

"I want to make a drink for my wife."

"Oh. Madam usually drinks cold milk."

"You can go. I'll do it myself."

"Good sir."

Mario took his wife's milk neatly stored in the glass cabinet. The man read the instructions to make and did it with heart. Once ready Mario added ice cubes. The drink he made was as pure as his heart was ready. He hoped Val would like it.

Val runs over to her husband when she sees Mario just coming into the room.

The man was expecting too much. He thought Val would hug him for fear of watching horror movies. Turns out Zonk.Hope is not in line with reality. Val turns out to snatch the drink Mario brought and gulps it vigorously.

'Well, just wishful thinking.' Inner Mario.

"Thank you Dad."

"The same." Mario rubbed his wife's head and kissed Val.

Mario feels neglected because Val is focused on his own activities.

"By."

"Yes Dad."

"I asked for a massage."

"Yes." Yeah." Val scratched her husband's head in his lap.

"kid?"

"Nob." Mario closed his eyes enjoying the comfort. He tilted his body and hugged his wife's stomach.