Forced to Marry a Bad Fig

Breakfast & coffee

"Tomorrow there's a photo shoot?" akbar asked with regular breathing. The man kissed his wife's forehead. Kirana raised her head slightly and eroded the distance in order to see the eyes of the husband.

Kirana was silent for a moment, looking at Akbar who was still wearing a mask, making her want to laugh. The man, even during the struggle they like before never let go of the item for a moment or occasionally.

"Actually no, but tomorrow there are some things that must be taken care of because they want to move agencies" Kirana said in a soft tone. She did lie to Raga but somehow could not be with Akbar, her husband.

"Really?" asked Akbar in a voice. Kirana blinked in surprise then realized that there was something between Bagas Gerald and the husband.

"Yes, why Bang?" kirana asked by arranging her voice and facial features so as not to look so curious. Unfortunately, he can't.

"No papa," said Akbar quietly while closing his eyes. He knew Kirana wanted to talk about Bagas Gerald but she wasn't ready. It tells an old story that makes him feel hurt again.

Kirana sighed harshly with an annoyed grunt. Backing the husband with a grim face. Until a hand hugged him from behind. The woman smiled widely and began to sleep comfortably.

***

Her morning.

"Mother is coming?" akbar asked with a knit eyebrow. He had just walked out of his private room and saw Kirana cooking in the kitchen. A rare moment. So, he thought mom or dad would come? but why at such a early morning hour like this.

"Son, I'm cooking for my brother" Kirana said without looking at her husband. The man blinked in disbelief and then pulled both corners of his lips together until they lifted up perfectly.

"Tumben," Akbar replied with a grinning face. Kirana grunted in annoyance.

"For the mood! I'm not in a hurry anyway." Kirana arranged her fried rice at the dinner table. Then he looked at Akbar who had sat sweetly on one of the chairs with a dislike look.

"If you don't want to, yes!" pissed off. Akbar laughed a little.

"You know what, dear" said Akbar, smiling at Kirana who looked nervous. The face that Akbar memorized when he called his wife with the word 'honey'

The man then ate the wife's first fried rice. Looked at Kirana who seemed to be waiting for her response. Then he said. "Great boy" he said with a smile. Then go back to eating breakfast.

Kirana smiled widely and ate her rice. The woman narrowed her eyes and looked at her husband in disbelief.

"This is salience" he said slowly in a disappointed tone. Kirana can actually cook but the word can't mean the food's good, right? the woman swallowed the saliva.

"Asin dikit doang," said Akbar while gently rubbing Kirana's head that made the empu blush.

Kirana then took the bread and also her favorite chocolate jam. Then looking at Akbar who was about to put on his homemade salty fried rice made the woman link her eyebrows together.

Coinciding with Kirana eating her last piece of bread, Akbar also finished the fried rice with a big smile.

"Kenyang," said Akbar with a soft chuckle. It felt so long, he was not eating well. It is rarely even breakfast.

"What a strange thing," said Kirana suddenly. Then back to saying. "You want to make coffee?" kirana asked then for a second then shook her head.

"Why?" asked Akbar who saw the attitude of the wife who was a bit strange.

"Later if it's not good anymore when you want to make brother, coffee." Kirana stared at the plate in front of the already empty Akbar.

What will be drunk, even though the coffee will taste strange or salty?

"Gak papa, makein gih," said Akbar with sparkling eyes. Kirana smiles and makes her husband's favorite black coffee. When it was finished he presented in front of Akbar with sparkling eyes.

"Enak" said Akbar with a smile. His face was so happy.

Kirana couldn't believe it and sipped the coffee. That woman wanted to vomit. It's mostly sugar. The combination of bitter black coffee taste with a sweet taste that is too high as before transformed into coffee with a taste that cannot be described as what. It feels so weird.

"What the hell is it! geez! Salty fried rice and coffee that tastes weird gini!" kirana's real nagging is aimed at herself. The woman took the coffee and threw it in the sink. Akbar could not reach for the glass.

"Kok dumped the Deck?" akbar asked softly and pitched disappointedly. Kirana turned the eyeball.

"Pake it again! it's weird, brother! if you don't like it don't need to drink or eat for my price!" Kirana looked at Akbar sharply. The man sighed softly.

"It feels good Deck, Different taste because it is made by a wife for a husband. Mr. Habibie even went back to his house when he left." Akbar paused his words for a moment and then came back to say. "To drink Ainun's coffee. For a cup of coffee made with sincerity wrapped in obligations from the wife."

Kirana is glaring at the eyes. Then put some dishes on the table. Grumbled softly at the husband who likened an extraordinary Indonesian figure. What story of Habibie and Ainun could possibly be likened to Akbar and Kirana? thought. Until Akbar's next words, make Kirana's eyes glazed.

"It was my wife's first and probably last coffee" Akbar said in a disappointed tone.

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