I'm (Not) a Cheap Woman

Arkana Jerky

If falling for Arka can never make Nisa happy, then why did Nisa fall for Arka?

The office.

“Good morning, Nisa!” greet a man sitting on the lobby bench.

Nisa looked to the right. “Kak Maher? Any more meetings?”

Maher smiled widely, his eyes becoming increasingly invisible because of smiling. “Iya,” the answer is short.

“Meeting with whom, Brother?”

“Your husband,” reply Maher while pointing to the lobby door. “She has arrived. Come ride!”

The elevator keeps going up. Bring Arka, Nisa, and Maher to the destination floor. And come on the fifth floor.

“Let's lunch in the cafeteria ya!” pinta Maher on Nisa who was taking a swing to get out.

Arka, who was also there, stared cynically at Nisa. As if forbidding his wife to agree to Maher's request.

Nisa who has learned does not care about Arka, even welcome to Maher. “In Shaa Allah, Brother.”

Widih, a short sentence that is able to make Arka's heart boil when he heard it. Not because he had many demons, but because of his burning jealousy.

Arka and Maher came out on the tenth floor.

The two met for a long time in the Arka workspace. They stopped discussing the company as it approached break time.

Slowly, the chat that was serious became more relaxed now.

“Why not married bro? You have a lot of money, face is okay. There must be a lot of women who are crazy about you. So, what else are you waiting for, bro? Single until when?” ask Arka to his enemy's taste partner.

“But can't match bro.”

“You may be too choosy, so you have not been able to mate too until now.”

“Should be picky bro. People want us to establish a household, not play snake stairs. So must be observant to choose women whose quality is good to be a wife.”

Arka again asked a serious question. “According to you, that qualified woman who how?”

Maher answered quickly. “Beauty, smart, and sholehah.”

“All the features you mentioned are in Nisa,” Arka fishing line.

“He is my type.”

“Honey once yes she is already my wife.” Arka grinning.

“Married people are not necessarily paired. No one can guarantee your household and Nisa will continue. Hopefully no divorce.”

Suddenly, the fear of loss infected Arka. “Do not worry! We love each other. So there will be no divorce.”

“Aamiin.” Maher pretend.

It is nearing prayer time. Both of them then ablaze and go straight to the Mushallah.

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Thira and Nisa enter the elevator. Inside, Thira pressed the number two button. The electric room went down to the second floor, where the canteen is located.

Shortly after, the two of them got out of the elevator. Then enter the VIP room to quell their hunger in broad daylight like this.

As usual, Thira, Nisa, and Maher uniformed their orders.

“Nasi lead three, one portion do not use sambal ya Mbak! Drink avocado juice three too,” pinta Thira.

After a few minutes, Maher and Arka also entered the special room of the superior. It was dark to see Nisa's presence there.

“Awas only if he flirt to Maher,” thought.

He approached and sat right beside Nisa. Anyway, he will not give the green light to Maher who approached his wife.

“You have ordered?” tanyakanya.

“Already Sir,” Reply Thira.

“All your orders I masterminded.”

“Not necessary, Sir. Brother Maher who treat us.”

“Then Maher treat you. Nisa I paid, it is the obligation of a husband to finance his wife.”

Indeed, the words of Arka make the triumvirate clumsy.

“Mbakwas. Mr. Arka wants a message,” call Maher.

“Mie meatballs, the meatballs are multiplied yes! Drink orange juice only,” reply Arka while staring at Nisa.

Very deliberately he ordered the menu to remind his beloved wife, how much he ever cared for the woman he had married by force.

The mbak darted to his outlet and walked back towards them with the menu he had prepared.

Meatball noodles and orange juice are placed in front of the Ark. Nasi timbel without sambal Thira take, who use sambal he dong forward Maher and Nisa.

Arka then sticks the fork into the meatball and hands it to Nisa. “Lick!” tell it.

They were all astonished, including Nisa who was forced to obey.

The meatball that Nisa had licked, Arka bit her half. “Eat again dear,” he said while handing a piece of meatballs used bite to Nisa.

Arka deliberately flirting in front of Maher.

“Hurry to marry bro,” teasenya. Make the single-eyed man's soul thrash.

Maher smiled wryly. “Just pray bro. Hopefully I can get a soul mate as well as soon as.”

“Your type is smart, beautiful, and sholeh right? Where have you been all this time, bro? All the criteria you are looking for are in Thira.”

Maher was silent, Thira too.

“You still remember the incident I had a headache when ospek first?” ask Arka to Maher.

Maher responded quickly. “Iya, still. Why indeed?”

“I recovered after taking the medicine given by Nisa. Where is the soul mate not? I married junior myself. Could be, you are also paired with a junior from our school.”

The three strands were dumbfounded.

Maher is astonished to understand that Arka deliberately asked that question to make him jealous.

Nisa is stunned after realizing that Arka knows the truth. “Means that day... Brother Arka knows I lied. Worth her smile-smile herself,” monologue Nisa in heart.

Thira was also dumbfounded, she could not stop thinking her boss would say that.

“Why are you all quiet? Usually very chatty when gathering three?” continue Arka with his leisure.

“The taste is good Kak,” said Nisa.

He also feeds rice and chicken that has been smeared with sambal terasi to Arka. Not for love, but for her husband to stop babbling.

At the same time, Maher asked Thira. “You still don't like to eat terasi?”

“Iya, Brother.”

“You must learn to eat terasi,” chirps Arka that makes the three of them curious.

Thira ventured. “Why should I learn to eat terasi Pak?” tanyakanya.

“Because Maher also likes to eat it.” Arka grinned later.

Maher could only smile wryly hearing that. This encounter was his worst encounter with Arka.

Intentions want to have fun chatting with Nisa, even Nisa's husband who is mostly nervous. Nyelekit also his words.

Amboeii.

“Astaghfirullah al adzim, stop it Brother! Already from earlier Brother match Thira and brother Maher continue. It is so bad.”

“It is not bad dear. Let them get married soon and feel the good of life after marriage.” Arka pretended, in order to cover up her veiled intentions.

Originally mah, want to heat up Maher doang.

“Enak ofmananya? Depressed yes,” Inner Nisa while smiling wryly.

After meals.

Arka quickly took the tissue. He wiped Nisa's mouth with a soft piece of paper. Their eyes are now staring at each other.

Maher cleared his throat. Causing Nisa to hurriedly turn her gaze the other way.

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