Grasping Taste

Piqued

"Mas, haven't tried it yet" said Sabda. But, Aruna just passed by without answering the Word.

His small steps look so hasty, Aruna climbed one by one the stairs by holding back tears. His heart felt stifling. There was the pain of not being cared for at all, while he felt completely innocent.

"Aruna. "call the Word when you see Aruna just fall silent and pass it by.

Aruna went into the room and went straight to the bathroom. He just wanted to cry out at his sense of regret that he had already endured.

This time Aruna stood in front of the toilet staring at her angry and crying face. The mixed feelings of annoyance and sadness could not he bear.

"Tok... Run, open the door." Word's call sounded but he was reluctant to answer.

"Or did you break down?" the sound of the cry of the Word remained unmoved by Aruna.

Aruna chose to wet her face and wipe away her tears. However, his face could no longer be lied to.

"Bruk.". "heard the door buzzing in the kick made Aruna turn her head. He did not expect that the Word would actually do so.

"Bruughhh.... " Aruna walked over, she would just walk out of her husband completely knocking down the door.

"Aaaaaaawwww.." Aruna's shriek sounded so loud as the door collapsed right in front of her.

"Almost, " said Aruna by stroking her chest. I heard a pretty heavy breath.

While the Word instead pecked, almost his heart felt dislodged when he saw Aruna standing not far from the door that had collapsed.

He could not imagine if his pregnant wife was hit by a doorbreak. No, he can't imagine that. Really, he couldn't.

"Darling.. You're okay, right?" tanya Sabda immediately rushed to approach his wife. He examines in detail every inch of Aruna's body.

"Is there no more polite way than to break down the door?" the circus of Aruna made Sabda look back at him.

"Mas is only worried, because you did not answer Mas's call." answered the Word.

"Not to overdo it! Didn't you think I didn't exist?" Aruna walked out of the bathroom. He chose to sit on the edge of the bed and face out the open window. His heart is still upset.

The atmosphere is indeed visible in the evening, maybe this has entered the time of Salat Magrib. But, they still spent time with a quarrel.

"Run means what?" Word immediately crouched down in front of his wife.

The crying that Aruna was trying to cover up finally broke. He was unable to answer the question of the Word as it began to sob. Even though he had several times shrunk his tears in turn, still the clear water was unwilling to stop flowing down his cheeks.

"Mas, a lot of work. Moreover, Mas must learn the new effort bestowed by Mama." said Sabda reasoned.

"Aren't you the one who asked Mas to accept Mama's request." continued Sabda. Despite the many reasons that the man had thrown up, Aruna did not necessarily believe in all those reasons.

"Roon... "

"I know, Mas was angry because I was talking to Mas Abi. No need to use excuses that seem to be made-up and rambling." said Aruna. Still with a little bit of a fuss.

The woman tried to speak as calmly as possible. But, somehow he could not control his emotions, he was so sensitive and every time it could explode - explosive. He usually holds the most emotions.

The crouching word equates his height with his wife's height. The man stared fixedly at the pretty beautiful brown eye bead.

Is it, in fact, that sensitive female? Though all his strength he held back the emotions from last afternoon and berlahan muffled him so as not to make his wife cry.

Aruna felt that sometimes the thoughts of the man in front of her were very ridiculous. He did not think, whether using what components God assembled his brain.

"How could I think like that? What woman do you think I am? If we part, I don't need another man to make you, either. I can still live alone with my son." said Aruna with a flat face.

"Our son!" ralat Sabda then stroked Aruna's stomach which was slightly poking but still not visible.

"Would it be true that you would never remarry if you parted ways with Mas." asked Sabda in near disbelief.

Aruna felt very lazy to answer the question of the Word that is not important. The pregnant woman then let out a weak sigh.

"Run.. "the call of the Word is like the demand of all his questions for Aruna.

"depends... "

"Depends how?" urged the Word, the man really wanted to hear a definite answer from his wife.

Aruna sighed again, she began to growl. with a question that seemed absurd. But if it is not answered, the Word will not cease to urge.

"Depending, if death were to separate me, I would choose myself. But, if betrayed I will look for a better one than Mas Sabda." explained Aruna, making Sabda look at him gently.

Though Aruna only quoted the principle of life of Mrs Hans one of her boutique customers as they chatted. The word is re-awakened if only one chance Aruna gives her corrects her mistake.

They ended the debate that afternoon because they had to immediately perform the Magrib Salat. Although Sabda has spoken a lot but still does not make Aruna return to acting as usual. The woman still chose to be quiet.

"I was tempted by the brownies you made" said Sabda. But Aruna was still silent. It feels lazy to follow the Word.

"Run." call the Word again. I don't know how many times the man tried to arouse Aruna's speech spirit, but the results were nil.

After dinner. Aruna chose to see the TV and Sabda also brought his laptop and mobile phone to be close to his wife.

"You're still angry with Mas?" tanya Sabda after a few hours they stayed with their respective activities.

"No." answered Aruna briefly.

"Continue...???" continue Sabda.

Aruna turned her head, looking at Sabda who was still staring at her laptop. He still silently did not answer, until Sabda turned his gaze towards his wife who had already raised his sharp gaze.

"Stop pissing me off, Mom. If you don't care, don't pretend to care!" Aruna put the TV remote she had originally held onto the table violently.

"What do you think, Mas Sabda just need to be considered, understood and followed all his will." Aruna spoke in tears. That feeling of annoyance was like a time bomb that was exploding.

Sabda put down his laptop. He looked at Aruna in disbelief if Aruna would explode like this. The woman in front of him was currently venting her emotions.

"Arune... " He hugged the tiny body, trying to calm his emotions. His hand stroked the shoulder that was still shaken.

"I am not a cheap woman who is easily tempted by other men. I'm trying to be a good wife, why not be appreciated? I'm not wrong, but I want to blame it, as if it were a big mistake." Aruna was still crying. Yes, he was very upset with the childish attitude of the Word.

"Yes, it's wrong" said Sabda.

"I made a cake, even though I didn't want to. All that in order to make the anger of Mas subside. I waited for Mas, until back and forth to see the door of the workroom. But, I really wasn't considered. I'm not wrong." Aruna was still crying, she was annoyed by the behavior of the Word which was quite selfish.