Honey Semanis Tubes
NOT AS BEAUTIFUL AS LOVE SHOULD BE
The sound of the kitchen utensils touching each other, warms the atmosphere that afternoon. After putting the piece of meat into the frying pan, Kinanti picked up the potatoes that Sharqee had already sliced. The scent of chili peppers and onions occasionally makes him sneeze.
After all the dishes were presented, Arqee came from outside and immediately tasted the food through the index end.
“That bad habit, Cu. From the outside should wash your hands and feet first, not directly take food,” Sarma's scolding to Arqee. Patted the back of the girl in a jinn dress on the knee.
“Iya, Mother. Excuse me. After all, Mama's cooking is delicious, anyway,” said Arqee.
Kinanti just glanced at him while smiling faintly. It again tightens the apron, then faces the sink to wash the old cooking furniture.
“So, papa's cooking is not good, nih?” Solar suddenly appeared from the direction of the front door.
They were unaware of Surya's return this afternoon. Fatigue lines were clearly painted on the oval face of the handsome man.
“Papa!” sharqee and Arqee shouted together. Uncommanded, they got up from the chair and hugged Surya together.
“Papa, sister kangen.”
“Arqee also kangen. Tumben Papa came home cepet,” said Arqee without further ado.
“Kok, tumbents? Kan, you both know that this papa bustle is for your future, dear.” Surya slightly lowered his head towards the Bungsu. Although tired and a little disturbed by Arqee's speech which is indeed more slippery, Surya enjoys his daughter's behavior.
Kinanti, who was still wearing an apron, welcomed her husband's presence with a smile. Surya kissed his forehead at a glance.
“Directly wash your hands, gih, Mas. Today Kinan cook pindang patin tempoyak favorite Mas Surya.” Kinanti grabbed the bag from Surya's grasp. A cup of tea at the dinner table was prepared for her husband.
“Wow, happened to be a really laper today. How do you know, yes. Along the way, we held pindang patin. And it turns out, hmm ..” Surya smell the aroma of cooking that still reflects hot smoke.
The conversation continued at the dinner table. Kinanti let Surya tell about his appointment as head of the child care KSM. She had not dared to discuss the Sharqee issue with her husband. At least he will let Surya take a bath and rest unwind.
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Kinanti leaned against the side of the bed, then lay down staring at the ceiling of the room. Surya who is changing clothes. Thinking about the events that he experienced in the last few days, it seems like tonight is the right moment to discuss a number of problems in his household.
“You haven't slept, Honey?” Surya glanced at Kinanti through the tip of his eye.
Kinanti's face had looked gloomy since her return this afternoon.
However, instead of approaching Kinanti, Surya actually walked to his work desk opposite the contest. Opened a laptop with a logo apple bitten, tangkas jemari open the menu on the screen. In a matter of less than a minute, the screen shows writing about unfinished clinical governance.
“Kinan can not sleep, but was very tired.” Kinanti massaged his nape.
“There is a problem in the office?”
Kinanti did not respond to the question. He moved slowly towards Surya. Her feelings were even worse because her husband brought work home. The sudden closure of Surya laptop.
Surya looked up, still waiting for what his wife meant.
“Mas, the cake we have to talk seriously,” complains Kinanti while crossing her arms.
“About what, Honey?”
“About us. About our children, Mas.” Kinanti fished out a talk with a face that began to stiffen.
“What's with us, Honey? Is there a problem you're hiding that you don't know?”
“There, Mas!” Kinanti took a deep breath before continuing her words. “Mas not feeling like lately Mas time is no longer much for us. Too busy with work. In fact, see .. until work is brought home!” continued. His index finger is pointing at the laptop.
“Honey object?”
Surya was silent then closed his eyes, trying to digest what Kinanti said.
“So important are romantic words in our marriageable age now, Honey? What are the efforts of mas so far trying to be loyal, help with household chores, working during the night is still less than just romantic words?” cecar Surya turning. I don't know why the emotion of the bespectacled man was ignited because of the words of the wife. He stared at a laptop that contained some reports that had to be finished tubin later.
“No! Not that! Mas's ambition on the job is not for Kinan and the kids. Mad-crazy work Mas only need recognition from papi, ‘kan?!” the tanned haired woman screamed.
“Enough, Honey! Mas do not want to debate about this again,” replied the man of Middle Eastern descent. The raising of both hands in front of the chest seemed to signal Kinanti to stop arguing. Since long ago, he really hated this kind of mouth bickering.
“Mas has always been like that. Every time Kinan talks, discusses a problem, Mas always ends it without a clear end. In fact, our household problems are not really finished! Kinan tired of kek gini keeps, Mas!” Kinanti exclaimed while squeezing tightly into both hands. His eyes began to fog. He looked down with tears that finally dripped. The salty taste of tears begins to be felt on the tongue.
Surya got up from his seat, leaving Kinanti sobbing on the side of the bedroom. The man went to the balcony of the room to breathe fresh air. Throughout his life with Kinanti, only one thing he avoided, clashing with Kinanti. However, the last thing that should have happened finally appeared.
His memory goes back to decades ago, the night when the accident occurred in heavy rain. The great quarrel between his parents is still clearly recorded in Surya's memory. Surya forgot about what provoked the big commotion. What is still clear in his memory, he was pulled into a car, left the house with his mother.
Slippery roads, foggy views, thunderbolts, shifting the focus of her mammoth while driving.
At the crossroads, a truck drove past and hit the body of the car. Their car bounced, rolling up to tens of meters. The broken glass, the smell of gasoline spilled, and the smoke coming out of the front, made Surya and his mother seriously injured.
Her mother died on the way to the hospital, while Surya was treated for several weeks. The doctor said he had dissociative amnesia. However, as Surya remembered, there was no memory lost in his memory. He remembers everything clearly and feels no memory is forgotten. One thing is certain, since then, Surya did not talk much when dealing with his papi. He considers his papi as the cause of the death of the mother.
Kinanti's sobs broke Surya's daydream. He rubbed his neck, then turned his body closer to his wife.
“Kalo Honey is tired, mas suggest Honey quit from GrewMedia, instead of even demanding mas with strange requests.” Surya started to say firmly and seriously.
It seemed like this time, the debate between her and Kinanti was inevitable again. Especially after this afternoon, when he came home and passed the middle room, a call from his son's school he accidentally found on the desk.
Kinanti. She shook her head in disagreement with her husband's words.
“Mas Surya,” lirih Kinanti sniffled. “Kinan ngajak discussion, not even tell Kinan stop working. That's not the solution, Mom. This is unfair to Kinan.” Kinanti directed her gaze to the ceiling.
“What's fair, Honey? Let's try to solve a problem that initially was not a problem. Mas head of household, and it is commonplace if busy working sampe malem.” Solar moved her hand. “And you are this housewife, who basically does not need to work. Because of the attention, every time you experience pressure from work, you will turn on a mas that does not have time for family,” said the man who was dark black.
“Kok, Mas even stuck to Kinan's job? Mas tau, ‘kan? So the editor is Kinan's dream which is delayed due to getting married and taking care of the children. Eight years Kinan waited until they were independent. And again, even though I work, the children still get enough attention from me as his mother.” The voice of Kinanti was higher than before.
Kinanti's heart pounded violently after saying that. Just this time, a long debate ensued throughout their fifteen-year marriage. She usually chooses to give up and respect her husband.
“Consideration as a mother how until our two children get into trouble at school, Kinan!” shouted Surya in front of Kinanti.
A letter from the school he had read earlier.
Kinanti is flabbergasted that Surya found out about his daughter's problems sooner than he planned. “You wronged me, Mas?” Kintai started screaming.
It seems, he missteps to invite Surya discussion. Their debate is growing. There is no more affection between the two. There are only words “aku” and “kamu”. They were like two strangers attacking each other.
Suddenly the door of their room was knocked until they switched the conversation. Kinanti opened the door knob, looking as if Sarma was standing right in front of her.
“Ya, Ma?” Kinanti asked between the wall and the door leaf.
“Split your voice, if necessary stop this endless squabble. You only made Sharqee and Arqee shocked!” sarma's orders are cold. After which, he passed slowly stepping towards his grandson's second room.
Kinanti simply nodded slowly as a gesture to her mother. He closed the door and leaned back there for a moment. Surya moved slowly towards Kinanti and held her shoulder. They looked at each other with thoughts raging.
Instead of wanting to say something, Surya instead grabbed the doorknob that was behind Kinanti's body. He passed his wife without speaking. At the very least, the fine-mined man tried to avoid the debate tonight.
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