I'm (Not) a Cheap Woman

Durable Guests

The hour hand shows 17:00. Nisa rushed to the lobby. Arka was not there yet, so she decided to sit in the waiting chair.

Ten minutes passed, Arka did not come to him. Nisa then headed for the basement, glimpsed where Arka parked the car this morning. He can only stroke the chest when the Ark car is no longer in place.

Arka doesn't come to him. Apparently, the man who was already her husband had gone home first. Without telling him at all.

Like when he was single, he would go home by public transportation only. Luckily there was a bus that pulled over before magrib time arrived.

Nisa hastily climbed up. The smell of the bus never changed; the perfume and sweat of the other passengers combined.

The return trip Nisa took by bus felt so fast this afternoon; it was not as usual that it felt so long.

Probably because he went home to the Arka mansion. Not for a quiet rest after returning home, even more tense because of Arka.

How not? There were always unpleasant words that Arka put out to attack her mentally.

Nisa hands the banknotes to the kernet, before going down.

In the sky, the sun slowly set. Accompanying Nisa who set out step by step towards the Arka mansion.

I don't know what other bad things Arka will treat him who has been very tired all day working.

Upon arrival at the mansion, Nisa's gaze was fixed on the garage. The car is parked there. He went home first without Nisa. They live now.

And it turns...

This time Arka presents Adara Pramudita in their mansion. He forgot his own wife. Apparently because there is a master who accompanies.

“Hi Nisa! Already home?” dara asked while showing a tickle towards him.

“Iya brother. Just Pak Udin and other security guards who did not come home,” reply Nisa hit while demonstrating.

Nisa just sat down.

Arka the accuser husband issued the order

quickly. “Create a fresh drink first! Two servings yes,” he said.

Nisa had to walk into the kitchen. Cus opened the refrigerator with a lazy feeling. Luckily the Arka refrigerator contains many food ingredients, at least Nisa is more relieved to make fresh drinks because the ingredients are all-round.

Nisa then took out some of the fruits that were there. Cut it in the shape of a dice. He then mixed it with milk, syrup, and water. Finally, add some ice cubes.

Two portions he made in a glass. Another portion he made in a large bowl. He brought three servings of cold drinks to the living room.

Put two glasses of fruit soup on the table. Right in front of Arka and Dara who were watching the ria.

“Why are your parts more?” scold Arka when she sees the bowl in Nisa's hand.

“If you want a lot, make your own Kak.” Nisa who was reluctant to become a mosquito repellent, walked quickly to the room.

Then, hurriedly finished the fruit soup before taking an afternoon shower. He laughed as he placed the bowl which he had transferred to his stomach.

“Eat that sweet little fruit soup I made. Who told you to be the bad guy. He thought I had no emotion,” he said before going into the bathroom.

After shower. Nisa took the former bowl. Then to the living room, to pick up the baking pans and drinking containers of Arka and Dara.

“Your fruit soup is too sweet. You want to make me diabetic?” Arka looked suspiciously.

“Cause, Brother! Dara's lips are also too sweet. But until now, sister is not diabetic tuh.” Nisa laughed a little, she played it safe.

Arka was confused in her attitude. Nisa's words were very ambiguous to him. Said to be insulting, but praised Dara. Said to praise, but how can you insinuate him?

Bodo very, Arka let the ambiguous moment pass. The focus is now back on Dara. As for Nisa, she rushed into the kitchen.

He could hear the laughing sound of two creatures in the middle room. Upset, I want Nisa to kill. One or all mosquitoes bite you while washing dishes.

Whatever our heart hurts because of someone's words or actions. Eliminating his life was not at all the solution of relieving that pain.

“What do you eat?” ask Nisa after do the dishes.

“Pass for you only. I was with Dara having dinner outside,” said Arka then grabbed her car keys.

“Good, be careful on the road!” Nisa smiled bitterly.

“Nisa not coming?” ask Dara to Arka.

“What does he come for? Disturb the mood only.”

“He must be hungry, the.”

“There is plenty of food in the refrigerator. If he's hungry stay cooking. So, he won't starve to death because we didn't have dinner together.”

“Nisa, we first yes. Thank you for the soup,” said Dara before coming out.

Nisa nodded slowly.

Adhan has been proclaimed, it is time he complained of sadness through the prayer magrib.

Sure enough, clear circles spilled over his alphabet. Tetiba, like someone clawed outside as he prayed.

Don't-don't.the mansion is haunted.

He ventured to check the source of the voice, while reading the verses of Allah as self-protection from the interference of invisible beings.

Owwww, Nisa's heart melts when she opens the curtain. It turned out that the clawing was the white meow that was puffed up.

With pleasure, Nisa let the cat in. From tonight, the cat will be his pet.

Right at eight o'clock in the night, Arka

back to the house. “Why is there a cat here?” he snaps at Nisa.

“I want to keep this cat.”

“Cannot. Get this cat out now! I don't like any cats in this mansion.”

“I don't like Brother Dara here either. But I never took it out. If Dara can enter here, this cat is also.”

“Don't carry Dara's name on!” yell Arka. There was a glint in his net when angry.

“If you don't want brother Dara discussed, don't bring him to this house!” reply Nisa.

“Mansion is mine. Who gets in and who doesn't, it's up to me. Remember yes, you just hitchhiked here.”

“You can be friendly with sister Dara in the office. But not in this mansion. You don't take her anymore!”

“Who do you think you are, huh? Women are not of quality. No shame at all.”

“This is for your own good too, Brother.”

“Keep me or your kindness only? Cihhh, selfish.”

Instead of answering, Nisa threw the question. “Our parents can come anytime here. What if Dara's arrival coincides with their arrival?”

“My parents know Dara well. They will understand that Dara is still seeing me.”

“But what about my parents brother? Their feelings must have been ruined seeing you making out with Dara here.”

“I don't want to know, it's your business. Remember, I married you because I had to. So stop demands a lot of things from me.”

“You are selfish brother.”