I'm Not Rubbish

Resists taste

"Would you not stir-fry a kale? The kisses? It's not too spicy." Lian scooped up a little rice and waited for her husband's answer to finish the plate with the side dish.

"I can grab my own food," Satria replied without staring. He was busy picking up his own plate then filling it with rice and side dishes. Fill the glass with water and then drink before finally eating his lunch. 

Lian just kept quiet. He complements the rice with green vegetables and a lot of seafood. People who are eating liver are encouraged to consume a lot of food to be more strong live the bitterness of life.

"Have the food?" ask Lian to knock down the awkwardness.

The one asked did not glance at her at all. "Obviously, eat at the warteg." Deliberately underestimated but fortunately Lian did not feel offended. Because what? Satria's speech was not in sync with his attitude. Twice already, still want to say the food is ordinary? Even when saying that, Satria's mouth was filled with rice along with her friends.

'That's a prestige.' Lian smelled a smile. 

The woman stood facing the sink to make the cutlery go back. While Satria went into the room and fiddled with the laptop, checking the incoming email. The man remained loyal to the same position until the afternoon. Either there really is a job or deliberately avoid interacting with his wife.

Lian knocked on the door that was actually open. Requesting permission to enter Satria's room. As always, the answer is always 'hem'.

A cup of warm tea and steamed brownies are kept on the nightstand. Incidentally, Satria does want to snack while surfing on her laptop. But still pretentious, pretentious to refuse even though the pleasure is extraordinary.

"It's still warm." Lian was still standing in front of her husband.

"Rem …. Next time don't be a good wife. Make what? There is no my mama here. Our relationship will not change."

If you obey your ego and emotions, Lian now wants to pin the head of a man who pretends to focus on the laptop screen. But anyway, Satria is still her husband. A man who begins to enter his heart and mind. Can't he struggle to get the attention and feel he's supposed to get? Lian wanted her existence to be appreciated as a wife. Although once again, he did not demand to be loved right away. Importantly, the man could only accept his position a little. It is possible that time can change Satria's feelings so that their relationship can last. 

'I know he might not like me. But ... I also have the right to fight for it, no!'

Somehow it could be so soon that a special feeling blossomed for her husband. It is true, the name of the human heart can sometimes not be controlled by its own owner.

"Don't GR, Mas! As a social creature, I can care about you. We're apartment friends. My goodness is not a burden. Enjoy the cake with tea. Not good for sustenance. Anyway I'm just making fun of it let's not bete."

Lian's smile made Satria's chest flutter. Unknowingly, her eyes followed the movement of her tall body that came out of her room.

'Try if the appearance is like Nikita Markonah, it must be more hot tuh. Like a man still looks gemesin.'

"Hayn …! What is the brain?" his gerrick.

Rather than thinking strangely, it is better to snack sweetly. 

Satria closed her eyes as she chewed on the chocolate and cheese-flavored soft cake. It's the best steamed brownie she's ever eaten. Turns out his tomboy wife is good at kitchen affairs.

'Unfortunately if the business on the bed, Lian sucks!' No, tilted again his brain.

**

Satria could not close her eyes. Why would he want to look at the room next door tonight? Just wanted to check if his wife was asleep or not. But ... What does it matter? Even that's not something important.

"Redi, get me to the apartment!" he told the assistant who is now his personal secretary.

The half-hour interval, the person Satria called, was already waiting in the living room. Lian bowed respectfully to the foreign man. 

'Is this really the boss's wife? Ariston …!' Redi scanned every inch of the woman standing in front of him. The one being stared at certainly felt uncomfortable and immediately resigned.

"Hey, look what are you?" 

Satria's voice makes Redi jump. "That's ... Miss Boss?"

"Yes!" answer Satria ketus. Melengos went first which was immediately followed by the assistant.

Lian turned out to listen. Brow shriveling. Where'd her husband go these nights?

'You want to be a good wife like in the movies?'

Satria stomped for breath. Passing to his own room. His body was tired after playing billiards for hours with Redi, sleepy!

The man returned to the living room after a few minutes had passed. The blanket she was carrying now covered Lian's entire body, just showing off her head. Trying to be funny even in fact makes Satria more upset. She should never have lived with him in this apartment. 

'Nyusahin!'

**

It was a strange morning because someone was waiting for him at the dinner table. Prestigious and wanted to refuse but his stomach could not be invited to compromise. Let it be, having breakfast together and eating the wife's cooking doesn't mean that she cares about Lian. However, in fact it was successful in making the heart of the woman flowering. Little things like this seem beautiful. When what you make is well received by the mouth of the husband, that's when your efforts feel appreciated.

"You're not going anywhere. I don't want you out there. Who bothers me for sure! Oh, one more. Here there is no maid so .. you do the homework. I don't like houses that are dirty, dusty, let alone smelly. So ..., do everything right!" 

Satria wants to make his wife not feel at home living in that apartment. He showed a smirk smile but was instead reciprocated with a smile of spirit. 

"Okay, I understand without you obviously like that. Coincidentally, I have a job here. Not gonna bete." Make no mistake, Lian was already used to such work. She's not the spoiled type of woman.

Satria's face turned to be bent. Feeling defeated because his wife's expression was different than he expected. Without speaking again, he bellowed but Lian stopped his steps.

"But be careful!" lian said after kissing the back of her husband's hand. Satria gawked as her heart rippled but soon put on the same look, spooky!

Satria's regret grew even more mountainous because of her feeling of betrayal. He did not want to get swept up in his wife's good attitude. This can't be allowed. His heart belongs to only one. He is the one who controls it and makes sure nothing or someone can master let alone hurt it someday.

**

"What'sthis? The table is still dirty" Satria protested after wiping the dining table with her palm. The talk is not in accordance with the facts. Lian had already cleaned that up many times.

"Okay, I clean up again after we finish dinner. Duties, the food is on the table. Anyway, I'm sure it's laper." Take a plate and spoon the rice along with the side dishes. He told her to the husband sitting in front.

Satria coughed, rather, pretended to cough for a moment after devouring food. Lian quickly gave him a drink but brushed aside violently until the water spilled. The woman was still patient to dry up the spill. Understandably, choking people can be careless. Just one bribe, Lian again disturbed by the protests of her husband.

"What is this? You're gonna kill me on purpose?" squeak Satria while melting food into dry tissue. Keep it anywhere near the plate.

"Emang why? Does it feel right on your tongue?" Still soft-tinted.

"Not only bad but also a lot of durin." Still ketus.

Lian smiled. According to him, Satria's attitude is like a child, looks adorable. "The name of the fish is natural if there are small bones like that. Same with tempe or tofu. But relax, I'll get rid of it let Mas just eat."

Just about to touch the fried fish, Satria refused. "No, disgust!" The man just gawked to wash his hands and then went into the room.

Lian rubbed her chest while taking a deep breath. It was a little painful but he could still bear it. He chose to eat dinner alone, dear if the food was taken.

The dining table is back. The dirty dishes and glasses have been cleaned. Lian sat on the guest sofa, playing a device to message with her mother-in-law. 

"Mas, where are you going?" lian asked as Satria walked past her.

"You go outside and you don't need to know. Oh, yes ... Starting tomorrow you don't have to cook anything for me. I prefer good restaurant food and guaranteed cleanliness. If you want to sleep, do not on the sofa. I don't want your iler netes going anywhere."

"There again?" Lian could still be calm and gentle.

"I can't go home tonight. There's a date with someone. My body hasn't exercised for a long time."

This time Satria's words successfully stuck a dagger in his heart. Pain but still trying not to be affected.