I'm (Not) a Cheap Woman

You are Unforgivable

The basement.

“Why hasn't Nisa arrived yet? Does he have any additional duties from Thira?” Arka wondered.

Like a puzzle piece, Arka felt her journey home was incomplete without Nisa. He who began to saturate waiting for Nisa, sent a chat to Nisa.

“I hate you Kak,” Inner Nisa when seeing her WhatsApp notifications. Instead of replying, he cut off his internet connection.

Arka scrunched his forehead. “So WhatsApp is active, why is it suddenly no longer active?”

He switched to a regular phone call.

Five minutes passed, but Nisa never picked up a mobile call from him.

“Why else is this child? I have to add his punishment let him deter.”

In the bus.

“Hape you from earlier Sa sounds. Why not lift?” tanya Ratna who began to saturate with the sound of the ringtone of Nisa's phone.

“I'm lazy lift, Na. This call from a freak.” Nisa tries to look fine in front of Ratna.

And again, his phone rings. Do not want to be disturbed, the gadget he shut down completely. As a result, Arka could no longer contact him.

The number you are going to is either inactive or out of range.

Arka had to go home alone. He started the engine of his car, when Nisa had actually arrived in front of his parents' new home.

“Nginap here Brother?” ask Kanza.

“Iya,” replied Nisa in a slow voice.

He no longer had the spirit to return to the mansion. His hope for a genuine relationship with Arka, he buried deeply.

To facilitate her planning, Nisa pleads with her sister. “Kanza, you near me keep ya! So that Arka is not near I keep.”

“Siap, Brother.”

In mansion.

Arka parked her car in the garage. Deftly he got out of his car and into the mansion. The first place he would check was the room.

The door to the room was opened. But zonk... There was no one in his bedroom.

He continued his search for the kitchen. Maybe Nisa is there, cooking and washing dishes.

Nihil, the special room to manage the food is also empty.

“He must be in a new home,” he said who was getting tired to look.

Arka then went to the bathroom to clean herself up. After bathing, he prayed the magrib himself in the mansion.

After that, he took out a few pieces of Nisa's clothes from the closet. He put the clothes in a bag to take to a new house. Time to go with the steering wheel.

Shortly after driving, he arrived at his father-in-law's house. “Assalamu ‘alaykum,” said.

Kanza came out to open the door. “Wa 'alaykumussalam warahmatullah's. Let's go Kak,” pinta his sister-in-law.

“Nisa is here right?” ask Arka while bringing in a bag containing some clothes belonging to Nisa.

“Iya, sister Nisa is in the kitchen.”

Arka went into the kitchen and found his wife standing in front of the stove.

I don't know what Nisa's cooking. What is clear, the smell of the cuisine pierces Arka's sense of smell.

“What cooking is dear?” tanyakanya.

Tired of the plin plan Arka attitude, it was unbearable for Nisa. So tired, even to answer a simple question from her husband, she was very lazy.

Iba sees Arka ignored, Kanza help answer. “Kata kak Nisa earlier, she wants to make Korean mixed rice.”

Arka was amazed to see his wife who is usually chatty, now transformed into a poppy doll figure.

“Since when did your sister fast talk?” asked Arka without taking her eyes off Nisa who had been indifferent to her since.

“Kak Nisa is so if you are tired again, sister. Irit talk.”

“If she's tired, why is she cooking? He should have just rested in the room.”

Kanza quickly twisted her brain, looking for a new alibi to throw at her super duper-in-law.

“Kak Nisa if you really want to eat something, he must cook himself. She likes to protest if others are cooking.”

“Tell your sis that budeg, just stop working. Have her focus at home, serving her husband and children later.”

Nisa who was bruising the flesh paused for a moment, because she heard Arka's speech that felt out of the box.

Not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, Nisa quickly marginalized the meat she had marinated.

Continue giving two pints of salt, two pints of sesame seeds, and a quarter tablespoon of sesame oil to bean sprouts and spinach. Then stir it flat.

Arka stood up from her seat. He approached Nisa and locked her body from behind.

“You turned out to like the one that smells Korean huh. Later we honeymoon there,” he said then exhaled in Nisa's ear.

Kanza stared at her brother who could not move because of his sister-in-law's confinement. “Gagal total, his inner” upon realizing his plan with Nisa was defeated by Arka's aggressive attitude.

Nisa remained passive. His hands were actively cooking. He sauteed carrots, cucumbers, and peppers alternately. Each of these he gave a pinch of salt and chopped garlic.

He was trapped in shackles, causing Arka to scream. “Kanza, get that meat Dek.”

Kanza did not answer.

Nisa is turning her head. “Have sister gini very. Told to accompany, even live in.”

Arka replaces Kanza to retrieve the meat that Nisa had marinated fifteen minutes ago.

“This,” he said while handing over the meat that Nisa requested.

Without thanking her for being helped, Nisa just casually sauteed the meat with a small fire. After that, he made half-cooked cow's eye eggs.

Unleashed, Arka again stood behind Nisa who was busy cooking. Both his hands caught two large eggs belonging to his wife who was very mature because he often touched.

Nisa can feel something touching her bottom below. He who does not like to be hugged, took a spatula and hit the hanging object of her husband who is now hardened.

“Aduh. Why did you hit my assets?” arka Hardik.

“Big brother is not drunk right?” asked Nisa while lowering the eggs of the mature cow's eyes.

“No,” replied Arka quickly.

“Keep why hold-hold? Isn't it that Big Brother never consciously lusts into me? Keep this what?” Nisa will never forget Arka's confession in the office this morning.

“You eavesdropped on my conversation with Dara?”

“Iya, I heard everything Brother. Thank you for the recognition of that very wonderful Brother.”

Nisa turned to the dining table. He took five large bowls and placed them on the table.

“Please forgive me. I do not mean,” pinta Arka on Nisa who is arranging rice and side dishes to five large bowls.

It's red and there's a stamp. DEBM

“I've forgiven Brother too often. But Big Brother never appreciated that, this time I am really sick of Kak.”

Nisa adds a tablespoon of gochujang to the rice. Then walk out of the kitchen.

He approached his family who were watching TV. “Mari eat!” he said while landing his butt on a soft sofa facing directly onto the TV.

Long sat down, finally advertising. Ms. Faridah then turned off the TV and walked to the dining table.

Followed by another.

Nisa poured water into the glass, and Kanza helped her spread the glasses of water to Faridah's mother, Nugroho sir and Arkana Pradipta.