I Give My Husband to the Perakor

Deno POV

‘’Pa, do not go anywhere yes,’’ I see my daughter who is lying limp in bed. Her little lips were so pale.

‘’Iya, Dik. Papa is always here really,’’ said I who rushed to him who was lying down. I gently rubbed his head.

‘’Ya Very hot pardon again.’’ It made me aghast to feel his body temperature so hot.

‘’Naisya! Honey, you're okay, son?’’

‘’Naisya!’’

Holy hooch! Turns out I was just a dream. I repeatedly rubbed my face violently. What does my dream mean? Or indeed my daughter is sick there, especially the Nelda never come home. I let out a rough sigh and ruffled my hair. I haven't seen my little daughter in a week. I who want to meet him is always hindered by my lover and various ways done by Chika so that I do not meet with the princess just my way.

‘’Mas, you why?’’ the distinctive sound of waking up broke my daydream. Yes, the door of the room is not closed, usually me and my lover is room. Now somehow she doesn't want to, or because she's pregnant.

‘’Ah, yes. Why are you awake, honey?’’ I said to the woman who was still staring at the door of the room.

‘’I suddenly laper. So want to eat noodles, dear,’’ sahutnya with a spoiled voice. Scroll your eyes to the circular object on the wall. At 01.00? Chika's hungry at this hour? He doesn't usually eat in the middle of the night. Is this because she's pregnant with my son? Ah, time yes.

‘’Nelda aja ngidam kayak gini terribly,’’ mumbamku in heart.

‘’Mas! How about dumbass?’’

‘’Ah, yes. Why didn't you just order it, honey?’’

‘’Where is the clock of a sales person, Mas. There-only you deh,’’ he said in an annoyed tone.

‘’Mas, bikini me yes noodles boiled. This is because your child asked,’’ he said in a spoiled tone while stroking his stomach that still looks flat.

Makes me breathe heavily. As long as I was his girlfriend he never told me to cook, we always ate out or ordered through good food. Even when I was with Nelda I was never told to cook, even she cooked my taste. Another case with now, Chika who is pregnant with my flesh and blood child asks me to cook. I never cooked.

‘’You don't want to, Mom? That's when you let me cook noodles. Later my smooth hand is scratched by a knife or later my hand is hit by hot oil how? Don't you love me?’’

‘’Iya, Darling. I want to cook noodles for you.’’ She seemed to be smiling sweetly, I hurried up and stepped into my beloved's kitchen, even though I yawned many times.

Kuraih mi in the closet and I was actually confused, cooking noodles was given whatever the ingredients were. Ah yes, shallots and tomatoes yes. I hurried to pick it up, then sliced the onion slowly, my eyes so sore.

‘’Douh! I think gini is very yes. Where I have never cooked noodles again,’’ lamented me while slicing red onions. Making my tears drip, because it hurt my eyes. That's ahh! Time to cut the tomatoes.

‘’Arrgh! Damn it, even my hand hit,’’ my upat who grimaces in pain, hurry I suck the blood of my hand.

A few minutes later, the boiled noodles Deno style is ready. Somehow it feels, I don't know either. I immediately presented it and hurried to take it to the dining room. My boyfriend must have been waiting for that.

‘’Hem, from the smell is very fragrant. I think it's delicious,’’ my mummy that sniffed the boiled noodles I was carrying.

‘’Tadaa! Here comes the boiled noodles Deno style!’’ I hurried to serve him in front of the woman who managed to get me drunk.

‘’Kok long anyway, Mas,’’ lamented later. Makes me breathe slowly.

‘’And you know Honey, if I have not been able to cook.’’ I sat down next to him with an empty chair.

‘’Iya, I know. Think of this as cooking exercise for you. Especially soon we will marry, Mas,’’ he said with a big smile.

I blinked,’’I mean you, I cooked that?’’ ulaku's back. He looks to nod. Makes me breathe heavily. Got a sexy and smart lover dress up. Uh, even asking for mercy.

‘’We look for ART. I can't cook, honey. I'm working and moreover I can not cook,’’ said I slowly who tried to reduce the annoyance that was present. He seemed silent.

‘’What is my boyfriend craving? Sometimes pregnant people strangely just his attitude,’’ grumbled me in the heart. He was still staring at the steaming mi in front of him.

‘’You ate the noodles first huh. After that we sleep again, I am also still very sleepy nih.’’ I yawned many times. We don't usually wake up at this hour.

‘’Iya, but temenin I used to be here yes,’’ the door with spoiled, mi still not touched at all. I just nodded and smiled, looking as if he was starting to bribe the noodles into his mouth. At that moment I started to worry. I don't know what that noodle tastes like, whether it's bland, salty or something.

‘’Mas, this is mi or what the hell. Very salty,’’ upatnya who rushed to reach the white water. It made me laugh, but I tried to hold back my laughter. How could I not laugh looking at his facial expression. I closed my mouth and held back my laughter.

‘’Udahlah, Mas! You ate it!’’ He threw down the spoon and fork that made me surprised. He hurried up and stepped. I tried to prevent it, from the look on his face that was so upset.

‘’Honey, ma’af me yes. I've said not good at cooking, you still tell me,’’ my lips that rushed to reach his hand, but he brushed aside violently.Without any talk he rushed to step and enter his room, he said, I followed his steps for a moment. Uh, the door to his room was closed violently.

‘’Honey! Unlock door. Don't think it's the same with me!’’ I shouted and knocked on the door repeatedly, but he did not reply.

I sighed and ruffled my hair. It was just strange that Chika's attitude during her pregnancy. He doesn't usually like to run like this. My wife was not like her even though she was pregnant.

‘’Iya, if you don't want me to scream so don't lash this.’’

‘’I don't sulk anymore. Just a laper, Mas,’’ lamented.

‘’Ya thank goodness. Snacking what cake, it's like in the fridge. I fetch ya.’’

‘’No need, Mas. I want to rest first.’’

‘’But you're not mad at me anymore are you, honey?’’

‘’No, Mas. You rest there, later you even sleepy in the office again,’’ he said later.

‘’Iya, Darling. I slept first. Love you.’’ I didn't hear a reply from him.

I rushed back to the room I had not been in for a long time. Upon arrival in the room, I threw down a body that felt tired. My eyes felt so heavy that they were sleepy. I need to rest, hopefully get up early. Before I go to the office I have to take the time to go to Naisya's place. I had to check on her own situation, so that I wouldn't always think about my daughter.

A few hours later. I woke up again, although I was still very sleepy. But I tried to get rid of the drowsiness and opened my eyes forcefully. I hurried to sit down and collect lives first. I yawned many times. My eyes were fixed on the thing that was coiling on the wall.

‘’Jam 06.00?’’ I rubbed my eyes many times. Rushing I grabbed the towel and stepped into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, I finished the ritual. Immediately I put on an office shirt, a milk-brown suit equipped with a tie and levis pants in pitch black. I stuck myself in the mirror.

‘’Happy are you, Deno. Pantes aja Chika sampe sticky with you,’’ murmured proudly.

Yes, ever since I was taken by Nelda to the male caretaker, it made me more handsome and moreover my clothes chosen by her were the clothes of young people today. I can't believe what that woman who's still my wife has done. She took me to the grooming and the salon just to get me together with my affair, she handed me over to Chika instead. Strange as Nelda. Hem, but that's not what I wanted all this time.

‘’Ah, yes. I have to go to my daughter's place first.’’ I hurried over and grabbed my flat object.

Slowly I stepped through the back of Chika's house, before that I had ordered the maxim because the place was quite far from here. Ah, fortunately behind his house Chika there is a road that can be passed by two or four wheeled vehicles. Looking as if maxim had arrived, I circulated my gaze. Ah safe! Looks like the neighbor's clock isn't out yet. The driver rushed to open the door for me, I rushed to the maximum. The driver immediately stamped the gas.

"You know, my car wasn't taken by that pretentious guy. Surely now I will not like this. Where he was in an accident again, I don't know how to take my car right now" I grumbled inwardly.

Scroll the thing that was coiled in my hand. At 06.30?

‘’Chika will surely come back to me,’’ my murmur who rushed out a flat object. I immediately opened the green application, I typed a message for my lover.

‘’Honey, ma’af yes. I'm leaving first. I have a need.’’

‘’Let's have breakfast at the office. Or with me later breakfast.’’

Still tick one? That means he's not online yet.

Soon enough, the maxim I was riding was in front of a house that was no stranger to me. I rushed down, then handed the fare to the river.

‘’Still, Mas,’’ said. He looked to nod and then smile. Maxim was out of my sight. My eyes were fixed on the luxurious house that was still covered by the iron fence. Did I call aunt Sumi just once?

I rushed to contact the contact I named ‘’Abibi Sumi’’

Rang..

But not lifted. I breathe heavily. Why didn't the aunt pick up the phone from me? Or because of Nelda? Let me repeat it again.

‘’Arrgh!’’ I clenched my hands. It feels like my anger is already in the crown. I knew the aunt was online, but why did she refuse to pick up the phone from me.

‘’What do I climb aja time yes?’’ I said while staring at such a high fence. Yeah, I had no choice but to climb. I want to meet my daughter, I want to make sure she's. I slowly climbed over the fence and held on tight. I was a little scared of what is called altitude.

‘’Honey! Mas, what are you climbing anyway? Down!’’ a voice that is no stranger to me. Why would he know if I was here? I glanced down.

‘’Why did you come here?’’ I asked back.

‘’I nyariin you, Mas,’’ lamented.

‘’Now you also have to go down. How will you go later? I don't want ya just because you want to meet your child, even you who wretched later,’’ his regret while folding hands on the chest.

‘’Honey, please understand me this once. I want to meet my son,’’.

‘’Ya already, you can meet your child. Don't expect you to marry me!’’