I'm (Not) a Cheap Woman

After a Great Fight

“Who exactly is selfish, me or you? Don't forget Nisa, we got married because of your selfishness.”

“Egois how? I myself was also framed.”

“Stop defend yourself constantly! Basic cheesy. Much different from Dara who is classy.”

For the most part, Arka deliberately incised a wound in Nisa's heart by comparing her to Dara.

“Class? Classy where? As far as I know, classy women must be embarrassed to rob others.”

Arka is approaching Nisa. Then pulled the long hair of his hated wife. “Women do not know themselves, it is precisely you who deprived me of him.”

“It is precisely sister Dara who does not know herself. Already know the married man, still maintained," said Nisa with her head looking up. Yeah, Arka hasn't taken her hand off Nisa's hair.

“Better you shut up. Don't talk about anything bad about Dara anymore. Before I got angry and ripped your mouth off,” rebuked Arka as her right hand gripped Nisa's lips.

Nisa, who had been staring at Arka, was now only able to close her eyes. Resisting the subject of Arka's pull on her hair, even pain on her lips due to Arka's grip.

Slightly pitying, Arka releases Nisa with a powerful thump. Luckily, Nisa's body landed on the sofa. If on the floor, the bones are definitely crushed to collide with the tiles.

The crying now adorned Nisa's eyes. “You should like each other. Apparently because it is a frequency, equally bad. Kak Dara is bad because it is cheap and you are bad because of the lightness of the hand.”

More arka up the apoplexy again. He approached Nisa who was sobbing. Not to calm down, but to land a hard slap on Nisa's cheek that was still wet by tears.

“Still dare you talk carelessly about us?” tanyakanya.

Nisa shook her head, her cries breaking. He remembered the atmosphere of his contract. I miss living in that simple building.

For him, living in a very simple contract with his family was like heaven, he was always happy there. While living in an extravagant mansion with Arka like hell, he often felt miserable.

Nisa froze in place. He still did not expect, Arka turned out to be so cruel. Not only in speech, but also in action.

A few moments later, he got up. Prepare to return to the room. But Arka stopped him, giving him no way.

Arka raised her hand in front of Nisa. It seems, he will give a slap again. Nisa quickly turned her face to avoid.

Unexpectedly, Arka's rough hands actually ventured gently on Nisa's cheeks. Exorcizing the slap she gave so brutally earlier.

“Sorry, I got carried away by emotions.” The face of regret Arka. “You can insult me, as long as not Dara. I can't control myself if he's insulted,”.

Nisa sculpting. Apologize sincerely though, he will never be able to accept with the treatment of Arka just now. He brushed off Arka's hand and just went to the room.

***

Tetiba, belly Arka rumbling. He went to the kitchen, maybe there was the rest of Nisa's cooking there. He checked the table. “Aish no food,” lamented.

He turned to the room, hurriedly approaching Nisa who was on her back with her body covered with a blanket. “Nisa, I know you're angry. But I am hungry, in the kitchen there is no food.”

“Didn't he have dinner with sister Dara? Why are you still hungry?” reply Nisa. Still under the blanket. His voice sounded raucous.

Arka answered quickly. “Because of bad dinner outside.”

“Not so good why?”

“Because you didn't I invite earlier. So, get up quickly! I'm hungry.” Arka pulls Nisa's blanket.

“If hungry yes cook.” Nisa plays the role of being a stranger to Arka.

“I can't cook. At home, always the cook helper.” The sound of rumbling was heard again from Arka's stomach.

“Then bring brother Dara back here. Tell him to cook for brother.”

“Kakak also likes to talk at will without snacking first. Keep having fun with brother Dara. The turn of trouble, come to me. Brother is not ashamed of me for cooking? After the mistreatment that sister did to me earlier.”

“Yes already, it's up if you don't want to cook. Later I will complain to your parents if I rarely eat at home because you are lazy to cook.”

Nisa sat down quickly. Then ask, “You cooked what?”

“As far as you want to cook what, the important thing is to ripen rather quickly. I'm hungry once this.”

Nisa looked at Arka with her eyes. “Do not until I cook food that you do not like.”

“I'm not picky food. Whatever I like, as long as it's hygenic and halal it's definitely.”

“If fried noodles, how?”

“Bby, it happens that I have not eaten noodles for a long time.”

With a gontai step, Nisa walked into the kitchen. He started by making fried onions first. The smell of the onion makes the Ark waiting at the dinner table even more hungry.

Next, cut the vegetables that he will mix with noodles. Too rushed, the knife to injure his finger. “Awww,” screeches.

Arka who had noticed earlier, stepped quickly towards Nisa. “Kena knife?” tanyakanya.

“Iya.” Nisa also held the bleeding on her index finger by pressing using her thumb.

Seeing the red liquid coming out from Nisa's finger, Arka immediately retrieved the P3K box. “This is fast!” call her who's getting ready to treat Nisa.

Nisa approached, then extended her bloody hand. Deftly, Arka wrapped the fingers.

“Thank you,” said Nisa slowly.

Still didn't expect Arka to care about him. Behind the abusive attitude of her evil husband, it turns out that there is still a little side of tenderness.

“Sama-sama,” says Arka. Also in a slow tone.

Nisa stood up again, will continue her activities delayed due to the small accident earlier. “You what?” ask Arka to him who leads to the kitchen.

Nisa furrowed her brows after hearing that question. “Continue cooking,” answer.

“Still be able to by hand so?” asked Arka who Nisa replied with a thud.

“I help ya,” he continued who did not have the heart.

“No need brother. I prefer to cook by myself, complicated if helped. Sister just sit!”

Frying pan now collides with spatula. Flipping seasonings, raw noodles, green vegetables, and other ingredients over the fire.

A few minutes later. The food is now served in front of Arka.

“Sorry, your hands are hurt by cooking for me.”

Nisa did not reply with a remark, she just nodded.

“Your fried noodles are delicious. This is the first time I eat your cooking, but it feels like a familiar kayak on my tongue,” said Arka when her stomach is not empty anymore. Already filled some mouthfuls of fried noodles made by Nisa.

“Alhamdulillah if good,” reply Nisa with a little smile.

“But lie.”

Nisa's expression auto changed. Very upset, it was lifted up as high as a cloud. Now slammed into the ground.