I'm (Not) a Cheap Woman

Sick of Arkana

Arka turned to crush Nisa's body, then whispered in his wife's ear. “You forgot, baby, we got married because of your dirty ways. Were it not for your traps that night, we would not have stayed here.”

“Stop your perverted activity, sister,” snapped Nisa who hates the plin plan attitude Arka.

Temporarily angry, intermittently perverted, and intermittently attentive.

“Why? Are you afraid of addiction?” ask Arka and bite Nisa's earlobe.

“Who is really addicted? Me or Brother?” reply Nisa with a grin.

Not accepting the accusation, Arka rose from his position. He who intended to help Nisa got up, stretched out his hand.

Nisa brushed off that hand. “No need, I can wake up by myself. Last time, my brother purposely pushed me. Why do you even want to help now?”

“I help you wake up, so you can cook quickly. I'm so hungry about.”

Again, Arka's sentence managed to pierce Nisa's eardrum. “Egoist basis! Cook it yourself! I'm not in the mood to cook.”

Arka is approaching Nisa. “Oh, so you've dared to oppose me?”

Nisa just kept quiet while trying to stand on her own. The heel until the tip of his toe now moved imperfectly swinging on the tile.

He who had been going to the kitchen, even walked in the other direction.

“Eh, don't you want to cook?” wrathful Ark.

“I told you, I'm off cooking.” Nisa kept walking to the room.

“Where are you going?” ask his wife who looks more awesome when angry.

Nisa returns to her husband's wicked question. “Whatever I go to, it's none of Brother's business.”

Arka follows Nisa into the room.

But Nisa ignored him, she kept the mucus in the closet.

Then his hand took his wallet and device.

Arka then confronted Nisa by standing upright in front of the door. Until Nisa's steps stopped for a moment because of it.

Just momentary.

“Apaan sis? Not funny to know,” said Nisa while pushing slowly the body of Arka who controlled the door of the room.

“Jawab where are you going?”

“I want to go sell myself. Is that a cheap woman's job?” sahut Nisa judes's.

Arka touched Nisa's chin. “I seriously ask, dear.”

“What did Brother ask that for? Never again take care of my life, sister, I do not like. Take care of Brother Dara, Brother's girlfriend who is a big brother dear to it.”

There was no other way to get out, Nisa squatted down and passed through Arka's groin. Because Arka's body was quite tall, so Nisa easily slipped under it.

Unknowingly, Arka smiled foolishly because of Nisa's behavior. “Maybe she needs healing after everything that happened last night,” her inner self.

As usual, Nisa must have been to her parents' contract. This time, he went home using the services of a grab. Not to forget, he stopped by first to buy four servings of Betawi soup to be eaten together in the rented later.

A few minutes' delay.

Nisa gave the money to the driver. He began to walk towards the door of his contract. There was a smile on his face, at each of his clumsy steps.

“Assalamu ‘alaykum,” says Nisa. The door was not locked, he immediately entered with four portions of Betawi soup.

Mr. Nugroho greeted him with questions. “Not delivered again?”

“Iya Sir,” replied Nisa limp.

“Why? Your husband's busy again?”

Nisa smiled wryly. “Iya, Sir.”

Mr. Nugroho turned to reminiscing about the past. “What did you say that day? Rich men, not necessarily able to appreciate our poor family.” A picture of sadness on his wrinkled face.

Mr. Nugroho inhaled the smell of the soto when Nisa opened it. “Bby,” the answer is still cold.

Nisa goes into the kitchen to get a bowl. Kanza and Bu Faridah who were cleaning vegetables, turned towards him.

Nisa is getting closer. Soto who was bought earlier he put it on the table. “Come eat soto! Mumpung is still hot,” said Nisa then pulled both corners of her lips.

“Where are you Kak?” ask Kanza.

Nisa. “You brought Mr sop,” he said then stepped back.

Kanza who felt foreign to her brother's way just now, asked. “Ma, sister Nisa, how is the road?”

Ms. Faridah scrunched her forehead. “How is that?”

“The path is strange Ma, kayak ngangkang.”

“Oh, the. Later you also know yourself if you are married,” replied Faridah bu who considers her second child is not old enough to know.

He who did not want Kanza to ask any further, hurriedly took the bowl. Fill it with Betawi soto that has started to cool. Then to the living room to eat with her husband and her eldest son.

While at the Arka mansion.

Stomach Arka rumbling. His mind was immediately fixed on the cooking of bi Inah. Quickly he took his phone.

“Send cooking bi Inah dong. I'm hungry but there's no food here,” send it to Daniel.

“Nisa not cooking?” reply Daniel quickly.

“No, she had this business outside.”

“Order in GoFood only.”

Arka undauntedly pleaded for help with that one-of-a-kind brother. “If buy outside, the cleanliness of the food is not guaranteed. I also miss eating Inah.” bi cuisine

“Yes already, you're here. Make it a hassle,” reply Daniel who began to saturate responding to Arka's problem.

“Lazy meet mom papa. The child asks the grandson. Bring me brother, I am hungry this once.” The unusual arka wears emoticons, now adding grieving emoticons to draw her brother's sympathy.

“So basic! Wait, I have prepared first.”

A few minutes' delay.

Daniel went into Arka's room. “This is your order,” he said while putting a bushel containing Inah bi cuisine.

“Wah, thank you Kak.” Arka approached and immediately tasted some of the food menu.

Daniel saw Arka's bed sheet. “That's blood right?” tanyanya while pointing dry stains on bed linen that has not been replaced Arka.

The curious Daniel approached. “It is really blood. You guys made love huh?” he added.

Arka nodded lazily.

“She's cheap, but unboxing too.” Daniel kept digging for information from his sister.

“Indeed he's cheap really. So cheap, she set me up to fuck her last night.” Arka was very upset to remember the sultry event before drunk last night.

“Hah? Trapping how?” Daniel approached Ark.

“Maybe she gives a booster to her cooking. I also don't know how it happened. I woke up naked. And the bed there was blood. At least Nisa's wits let her be called a virgin. So he gave chicken blood to bed linen.”

“Stupid basis! It's not chicken blood. But the virgin blood of Nisa mixed with your semen.”

Daniel had told Arka many times of Nisa's virginity. But many times also he did not accept the explanation.

“Where can he bleed. She was no longer a virgin that night at the office. It could be, he had also been in contact with other men before me.”

“This time I raise my hand explaining to

you, Dek. My message, don't waste Nisa! Or you will regret later.”

An emotional Daniel went home. Instead of staying near Arka. There, he could have punched his sister's face because he was upset.