I'm (Not) a Cheap Woman

Farel Murka

Dara stood guard while browsing a number of cooking recipes. He has made up his mind, will be a wife who is good at pleasing the husband's stomach.

Arka actually will not be concerned if Dara is not capable in cooking. Just the one he asked for, Dara should be able to make fried rice.

But still, Dara the beautiful girl, clever, good nan, do not like the mediocre. Mentally, it is a winning mentality.

He will try to be perfect in anything. Including being the perfect wife for Arka.

Proficient in the kitchen, genius in the mattress, and smart in the well.

His activities stopped when his mother called. “Because, mommy wants to drink.”

Immediately, Dara took mineral water located on the nightstand. He put the straw first into a bottle of mineral water that there is sweet.

“You're not overtime?”

“No, Ma. Dara wants to accompany Mama here. Oh yes, Arka send greetings to mama.” Dara's smile turned wide.

“Turnback greetings. Tell him, when to marry this beautiful mother's child.” Miss Starla pinched Dara's cheek.

“Omo. Mama habitually likes pinch-pinch cheeks,” he said friendly.

“Later if you are married, mama can no longer pinch your cheeks carelessly. Afraid who got angry.” Miss Starla giggles.

“Ihh, mom.” Dara smiled shyly. “Friday Dara to Japan,” he continued.

Ms. Starla reflexively scrunched her eyebrows. “What to do in Japan? Any more office business?”

“Not, Mom. Take a vacation with Arka. Says all photos prewed.” Both of Dara's cheeks show a pink hue.

“Alhamdulillah, finally my mother's daughter proposed too. Mama does want to have a granddaughter.”

“Ih mama, even want to be used as a production tool grandson.”

“Involuntarily, let your child who mama pinches her cheeks. We are pinched-pinch Ark only.”

“It's night huh? Mama slept again. Mama will have to rest a lot, so quickly recover.”

“Iya, yes. Mama's sleeping now. Let you not over saltingnya.”

“Tuh right. Mamaaa.” Dara started to pout.

For the sake of mutual comfort, Ms. Starla closed her eyes. In fact, he started to get sleepy again. Maybe because of the side effects of the drugs consumed earlier.

After a few minutes, Dara heard the sound of snoring from the direction of the woman who always loved her without ever feeling bored.

Dara decided to go to sleep, there was Inem's mom who was awake. But Dara paused for a moment when she saw there was a chat coming in from her future husband. Meet early in the morning at the office.

His thumb began to press the letters on the keyboard. “Ready, darling.” He added a kiss love emoji before it was sent to Arka.

Dara approached the waiting bed. Without lingering, it blew his tired body after a long day of work in the office onto it.

He also fell asleep in the room scented with the drugs. Waking up at dawn.

“I go home first Mbok,” he said before leaving.

“Iya, Mbok.”

Dara rushed to the parking lot. Turn on the engine, then control the private vehicle to the house.

Again, he went the same way. But this time with a different feeling than before. Since invited prewed to Japan, his heart became more flowery.

He deliberately went home quickly to make a special fried rice for Arka. Now, he's in the kitchen. With frying pan.

The fried rice is ripe. He picked up the box, lifted it to be closer to the frying pan.

The rice has been stacked neatly in the supply place. It's time to add a side dish on the top.

The dishes he had prepared, arranged to form a heart. He made it on the left. While on the right, he made a smile emoji with sauce. Added a little celery leaves as her emojin hair.

Seberes cooking, he soaked a few minutes in the bath ub. Spoiling his body which is only a boat of Arka's body in warm water.

Satisfied soaking, he grabbed the bath robes and immediately sat in front of the mirror. He smiled sweetly at the reflection of his face before adding the Lanolin Oil brand lightening to his lips.

Continue by removing the bath robes. Today, he chose to wear blouse and skinny pants to the office.

***

Dara was impatient to try his homemade fried rice on the heart patch.

“Why not come out?” ask Farel when the elevator is on the 8th floor.

“Told Arka to his room,” said Farel who still had a pillow face. He even yawned long after answering Dara's question.

Together they went to the Ark's room. The handsome CEO's door was already wide open. But when they entered, the owner of the room was not in his chair. He usually sits there in the morning.

Dara checked inside. “Astaghfirullah al adzim,” his screams.

The sight before him had deeply wounded his heart. How painful it is to see a husband-to-be sleeping with another woman.

Drowsy Farel was immediately literate to hear Dara's screams. He followed, seeing Nisa and Arka embracing each other in a plain state.

Farel's feelings are now in frequency with Dara's. Farel who was furious quickly took the water, he flushed Nisa and Arka.

Slowly those who are wet open their eyes. The two let go of each other. Nisa, who realizes she is wearing nothing, hides herself in a blanket.

Dara's still sculpting. The pain began to turn into tears. Bak bah, unstoppable even though too much has been spilled.

“You always said Nisa's a cheap girl. But you fucked her yourself. Why Arkana Pradipta? Why would you do this to me? What's my fault to you?”

The arka who knew nothing said. “Actually what happened here?”

“Wow, pretend amnesia yes. You've taken the crown of the woman I love.”

Farel landed a raw bogem on Arka's face.

“Cih, you jerk. A hypocrite has no heart. Already want to get married, but still playing fun with other women.”

“This is what you say is consistent in working? You are evil,” said Dara while throwing a stock of fried rice into Arka's chest.