I'm Not Rubbish

Burned

The whole room has been cleaned. Same with the body as it is. Although only wrapped in masculine clothes, at least Lian this afternoon looks neat. Do not forget if the aroma is also fragrant after being sprayed perfume around the neck, wrists and armpits. The face? Still plain without makeup polish.

It was his effort to perform better when welcoming the return of the husband. Come to think of it, perhaps what he was doing now would be for naught. Satria obviously didn't care about him. But, he really wanted to do it. You idiot!

Lian sat on the living room sofa. Tinkering with the phone and sending a chat on Satria's number. Ask when her husband will be back at the apartment.

'Ah, don't do it. Ntar he feels annoyed.'

The two-check message was immediately deleted. But ...he was very curious as to when Satria would appear. Maybe you should create a new chat with a different sentence.

'Mas must be now again on the road. What do I do for dinner?'

Shortly after the chat was sent, Lian again deleted it. Doubtful, the woman again sent a message and then deleted again. Eventually the phone is saved to the table. He didn't want his itchy hands back to the fad of pressing a button. 

Take it easy, Satria will definitely not care about some of those erased messages. Don't feel bad or ashamed. However, not long after that, the flat object on the table shook. On the screen is a notification of the husband's number. With a thumping chest, Lian read the contents of the incoming message.

"Heh, why was the chat deleted? No work, yes!" Lian could imagine the expression on Satria's current wrathful face. Surprisingly, he even put on a smile.

"Fastly tell me, why are your messages deleted!" Another message followed.

Lian immediately typed in an answer. "Sorry, Mas. I sent it wrong." It's a shame to admit the truth.

"Basic bully! Not everywhere, you like to disturb my tranquility and sanity." For this last message, Lian did not understand at all. I don't know what Satria really means. Clearly, he didn't feel as charged.

About an hour later. 

The main door of the apartment was open. Satria's tired figure appeared. His handsome face did not disappear despite being stained by a sour and wry expression and judes. However, Lian still greeted with her sweet smile. The woman grabbed her hand to be sucked on her back. Sontak Satria.

The tremors returned to the two even though Satria pretended to be angry. 

"Next time don't be so considerate of me. It won't work either. Free, our relationship won't make any progress."

"I'm doing this for myself and Mama Hani, not for you. If a wife is devoted to her husband, her reward is heaven. Which is lucky who? Obviously me! Besides, I want to keep my promise to Mama to be a good wife."

"Ngaco, take all heaven." Satria turned towards the room. 

"If you want to eat, take it at the dinner table. I'm all ready. Don't overstay the bath, hunt the food cold," said Lian.

Satria did not answer. Actually still strange with Lian's attitude that is still friendly and good even though she is always jutek.

After cleaning up, Satria rushed into the kitchen. There are no diamonds there when he hopes someone accompanies him at dinner. 

"Hey, since when do I want to eat with him?" thought.

But it feels boring and lack of enthusiasm if you eat alone. Therefore, Satria shouted to call his wife. 

"Don't make it hard too, relax! I am not a budge, you know. Uh, are you really Tarzan, huh? I like to scream when it's not the woods!" Lian put food in the microwave.

Satria glares. "What did you say?"

"Now you're a budge anyway," joked Lian with an annoying smile.

The husband snorted. While waiting for a warm meal, he fiddled with the phone to contact the assistant. I don't know what's being talked about because Lian doesn't really understand when it comes to company matters.

Lian filled Satria's plate with a dinner menu. He was about to leave if the man didn't prevent it.

"Sit there until I finish eating!" tell Satria with eye movement to the chair in front of her.

Lian cursed inwardly at the man's annoying attitude. However, the other corner of his heart felt amused. If at this time, her husband looks like a boy whose behavior is adorable even though sometimes naughty.

The tomboy plays a finger on his flat object to type a message on someone. Sometimes her lips turned sweet while reading the incoming message. Satria silently watched in a dongkol. Somehow feel unhappy if his wife is busy with objects or maybe someone else.

"What a thing he is. Who is chatting with? It should not be so busy in front of the husband," Satria's mind growled.

Lian giggled as she shook her head. I don't know what tickled his stomach. I swear, Satria wants to slam the fucking cell phone that has diverted the woman from her.

The man cleared his throat loudly, deliberately wanting to attract the attention of his wife. Unfortunately Lian just glanced at him at a glance and returned to focus on the phone.

"Hey, please get me a fruit salad! Your job here is to keep me company, not to be busy with cell phones!" titah Satria's.

Lian just complied without protest. He returned to finger and antennas with a line of messages on the green app. In fact, this time the phone is taped to the ear when the person over there makes a voice call. Clearly Satria was getting up black despite desperately holding him back so as not to explode.

"Biasalah, busy taking care of the house and husband," Lian said to her interlocutor.

Satria scanned the woman's movements. His eyes were not sidetracked even though his lips continued to chew and crammed with many fruits. His ears grew so big that he wanted to catch the chatter of the woman in front of him. His level of curiosity soared sharply. 

Who was Lian talking to on the phone? Male or female or ... half-baked creatures? Whoever it is may have no special relationship with his wife. But why does it feel so familiar?

"Damn! Why am I so hot?" it is in a burning heart.

Lian did not realize that the man who officially became her husband was paying attention. He was too busy chatting with his friend.

"Today this Sunday? Hm .. can. I have nothing else to do but at home. I think it's exciting if we go for a walk or just eat together. Counting eye and brain washing not to boil."

Satria wondered what plan Lian was going to do on the weekend with the other guy. He's still listening and stealing listen.

"Husband?" Lian glanced at Satria. "No need! I don't need to ask her permission. We can go anywhere you want, Mom."

Satria's chest may have been charred burning by the time her ears heard Mas's call to another man. The thing is, who's the annoying guy who dares to take his wife away?