I'm your wife, not your maid

domestic life

what to expect from a girl who is only eighteen years old, to be a good wife and a child.

today it has been three months of marriage from Nanang and Sari, but they have also not had a husband and wife relationship.

not because Nanang could not, but the man did have to come with his father after a week of marriage to Manado to take care of some things.

and it turns out that for three months he has been living with his sister to accompany him in his house.

"let me go to school first yes," said Tata.

"yes deck, you have pocket money?" ask Sari

"the one who loved you yesterday is still there, I have left first yes," said the girl who began to ride her ontel bike.

Sari also began to open a store and arrange fried food that he deliberately arranged in front, the article in his shop that the fathers can coffee or just enjoy a new cigarette purchased.

Fendi also came to buy cigarettes and coffee, "neng please Sury* cigarette and coffee item dong,"

"iya mas Fendi, why the tumben alone, where are the others?" tanya Sari who several weeks this Nanang friends often come.

"who is Arip still not home from the night watch, continue if Ripin is still at least soon, oh yes want to buy land not neng, not enough there is land on the cheap sale?" ask Fendi.

"ask how much? but I want it to be clean, and it must be a certificate of title" said Sari laughing give coffee and cigarettes to Fendi.

"definitely loh neng, I'm the one who sold ya do not dare if not a certificate of property rights." replied Fendi

"maybe but I only have about eighty, that's the result of all this trade," said Sari honestly.

"the real success means, enough for the land people only ask for forty million, it can all be built at home," said Fendi.

"That's it first, but please keep the certificate yes and the rest of the money, later I will say when I can wake up the house, because this I did not talk to Nanang mas, Nanang, it's purely my own money" said Sari, who believed in her husband's friend

"ready, we if we trust each other will be good, if so the money for capital later I return it with interest yes," said Fendi who enjoys coffee cigarettes and fried.

"maybe" answered Sari.

before long the store began to crowded, Ripin also came to drink coffee rather than in a stall far enough away.

moreover, the three had a duty from Nanang to watch over his wife, because he was afraid if Sari experienced anything.

but what Nanang does not know is, Fendi who keeps the taste in his wife.

"uh neng, about when your husband came home, he was a new incumbent who has been a widow for three months, pity very," led Ripin.

"oh his mouth, maybe today mas Nanang and father come home really," said Sari who still serves some people shopping.

turns out to be true, an Avanza car from the year two thousand and seven entered his yard.

it turned out that it was Nanang and his father-in-law who had just come from Manado.

"for a while ya buk," said Sari who called the two.

unexpectedly Nanang immediately hugged his wife in front of everyone, even the man kissed Sari's forehead.

"heh. Patience Nang, kok isone... Sari continued your activities, your father and husband entered first, because your mother was still attending the gathering at her friend's house in the next village," said the Wawan photographer saw his son.

"yes dad, it just so happens that the guest room is clean, so you can rest there" said Sari.

Nanang also had time to greet his two friends, and then brought all his luggage into the house.

seen in front of the room door there is writing so as not to be mistaken, even the atmosphere of the house is so neat and fragrant.

Sari was finished serving all buyers, Fendi had brought money from Sari.

he leaves with Ripin, Sari brings all the money from the store in and leaves the store for a while.

she cooked a little food for the two in case her husband and in-laws got up and got hungry.

Sari had also prepared coffee at the dining table, before she returned to the front to guard the shop.

at eleven o'clock in the afternoon Nanang woke up and was shocked to see his father had finished eating.

"beh... Dad just go to lunch, how well my wife's cooking is good?" ask Nanang.

"like dong, look at the choice of a real father, so it is the same parents, oh yes sambelnya jos le," said the Wawan photographer.

now Nanang also eat, after that both of them sit on the terrace, look quite crowded shop and it seems the stock is still safe.

"look at your wife even though she is very young, she is good at selling, see her shop is getting crowded now" said the Wawan spokesperson.

"yes well, now dad also already trusts with me to manage some rice fields and

farm, so I won't let you down" said Nanang.

"smart, but remember yes, do not let you take the store money, because that's why the father deliberately made it for your wife," said the Wawan photographer warned his son.

"yes father, Nanang understands," replied the man.

fried food runs out, Sari enters and prepares all the dough to make spring rolls and risol for tomorrow.

when there are people who want to buy, they just push the bell in the store so as not to scream.

at twelve o'clock more Tata just returned home from school, "assalamualaikum. loh juragan and mas Nanang already home,"

"yes nduk, thank you for accompanying your mother here," said the Wawan.

"inggeh juragan, then Tata want to leave first, Tata is not good if you have to stay here because mas Nanang has returned home," said the girl.

"yes son," replied the Wawan.

Tata went into his room and took his clothes and his book.

the luggage was quite a lot but the girl looked ordinary. Sari gave her sister a hundred thousand pocket money.

Tata was very happy because for him the money was very much, "here nduk, this is for snacks, consider the pocket as long as it accompanies your mbak ya," said Wawan.

"thank you boss, mas Nanang, mbak Sari, Tata pamit yes, assalamualaikum." said the girl was happy.

"greetings waalaikum." everyone answered.

"wait for the deck, what are you doing in the kitchen?" asked Nanang curiously.

"owh that mas, make lumpia skin the same risoles for sale tomorrow, if fried for it is usually dawn, yes enough to add-ups, yesterday I had no work," replied Sari.

"continue if you are busy like this, what time for me dong?" ask Nanang.

"yes if the time malem belongs to the mas and rest, cooking is still lacking?" ask Sari plain.

"yes wes if it's a spit gas, let the father cepet have a grandson," said the photographer Wawan who provoked the laughter of both.