Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??
Moving or household
"Assalammualaikum Warohmatullah" said doctor Malik ended his morning prayers.
He raised his hand to pray to the almighty.
And begging for forgiveness for his error and intentions that felt inappropriate to his wife.
I have indeed married her, O Allah, but please forgive me for not being able to become a priest for her, allow me to teach her a life lesson first and end this grudge in my heart, if indeed he can be a better person and he is indeed a soul mate of you I will sincerely accept it someday, but if he cannot be educated forgive me if I refuse him and end this marriage later, Amin.
His gaze then turned to Rachel who was still asleep on the sofa.
"I hate you, but I still have a conscience, I hope I don't raise my hand to you", said doctor Malik folded his alphabet and prepared to arrange the documents he would bring to the office.
The clock shows at 7am, Malik's doctor is ready and tidy with his suit.
It glazes in the mirror justifies the location of its tie.
As he wanted to take his briefcase on the bed, his gaze glanced at Rachel.
Doctor Malik went into the bathroom and took a sack of water and splashed it on Rachel's face.
At once Rachel sprang up and shouted out in anger.
He looked directly at the doctor Malik who was still holding his dipper.
"Malik...!!", cried Rachel did not accept the treatment of her husband.
"You don't see what time it is.???, in an hour I have to go to the office, so I have breakfast..!!", said Dr. Malik casually.
"Indeed I am your maid what.!!, cook the Jayawijaya corp family does not have a maid", cried Rahel with a waist rack.
"There are, only their duties are only clean clean, and my mother's kitchen affairs are taken care of every day, well", said Dr. Malik.
"Enak aja..., tuhh .!!, mami you're the only one who cooks" said Rachel cleaning her face and wet hair.
"You are already married lhooo, you choose single or married anyway.??" said doctor Malik increasingly challenging Rachel.
Rachel soon answers Malik's question, but Malik's doctor interrupts him.
"Udah already.!!, a quick drop down, cook it in the kitchen, I wait", said doctor Malik out of the room leaving Rachel whose face was red because it harbored emotions.
Rachel was upset but kept her husband's orders.
He did not want to lose this new status and position that he had earned with great difficulty.
"Quiet Rahel, if the business with Malik is finished, you can go shopping as much as possible" said Rahel down the stairs.
He headed towards the kitchen towards Maryam who was cooking.
"I help what mi..??" said Rachel with ogah ogahan.
"Emang you can...??" said Maryam's mother scrunched her forehead.
She did not like Rachel, especially with her style of dress and nature, but now she is her daughter-in-law, the wife of her child, inevitably she must treat him like her own child.
"Yes ajarin dong.!!", exclaimed Rachel holding and staring strangely at the vegetables and seasonings in front of her.
"Yes you have cut the vegetables, we make your husband's favorite fried rice" said Maryam ma'am kept busy with her kitchen knife.
Rachel tried to pick up some vegetables and cut them.
He continued to turn back the vegetables in front of him.
This is how it is.!!, murmured Rachel in heart.
Rachel cut off the vegetable and handed it to Maryam.
"Nih mi", said Rachel thrusting vegetables that she had cut.
"Hel...., mami asked you..??" said Maryam looking at Rachel.
"What.??" said Rachel casually.
"For example, you who eat this vegetable how do you react.??" said Miss Maryam showed the results of the cut Rachel.
"Yes hard mi, it's great for a bribe" said Rachel immediately looked at the vegetables she had cut and just understood the meaning of the words of Maryam ma'am.
"Then..??" said Miss Maryam.
"Yes....., ahh, cook me.!!", said Rachel hiding her embarrassment.
After the Matang cuisine, Maryam ma'am served it at the dinner table.
The three of them had breakfast together.
"Where is the fire ..??" said Rachel.
"Papi had left for the office" said Miss Maryam to get fried rice made by Rachel for Malik.
"Who cooked the noodles.??", asked Malik to glance at Rachel.
"Your wife" said Miss Maryam sitting down and preparing for breakfast followed by Rachel.
"Well, don't ask for a good prayer" said doctor Malik made Rachel stared intently at Doctor Malik.
They also tried fried rice made by Rachel.
Miss Maryam and Doctor Malik were silent and looked at each other.
When Rachel tried her cooking, she immediately fell silent and spat it out.
"Emmmm, kok gini anyway.!!", said Rachel immediately drank 1 full glass of water.
"Where...??, good...??" said Malik.
"Asin..!!", said Rachel with a frown.
"With it learning the real..!!, already married must be able to cook, not good is given food like that.??!", cried Dr. Malik.
"Udah" said Maryam's mother to Malik.
"Let's buk, let him rasain, who told me to go to the household, cook it not befuck", said Dr. Malik left the dining table.
"Emang can not be subtle yes mami's child.!!, teach courtesy dong mi..!!!", exclaimed Rachel walked to his room, but was confronted by doctor Malik.
"Eitsss, where are you going.??, what did you say earlier.???, my mother did not teach me manners .??" said Dr. Malik.
"Like me dong want to talk what cake, go where cake" said Rachel indifferently.
"Mi.., teach him all the homework, don't let him out of this house without Malik's permission" said Malik's doctor passed away from home.
"Malikkk....!!!, less aj*r you yes.!!", exclaimed Rachel up the stairs and kicked through the door of the room.
"Astagfirullah, why so gini anyway.??" said Miss Maryam witnessed the quarrel between the newlyweds.
Rachel did not dwell on it.
He spends his time at home and only occasionally can he hide, and even then just to get out of the house and relax for a moment, but it could happen if Maryam's mom is away and Rachel has to go home when her husband hasn't come home from the office.
His life is now full of wastes all the time.
Even for a nightclub, he has not been able to since he married Malik's doctor.
Intentions want to live happily, but even live with restraint.
