
" Dear ! We've been here for over an hour without any meaningful activities. Just arguing and discussing Bayu. I want more than just to talk."
" Don't you want to take a vacation and chat all day with me ?"
" Yes you're right, sorry baby. This is the first time I've given myself time off. From the age of twelve until now I have never had a vacation. If I go to an area must be related to work. "
" I have never been anywhere, either. Not because of busy work, but because there is no money for a vacation. "
" dear. How about starting today, we do what Bayu suggested. We occasionally spend time alone, such as today checking in at the hotel, watching a movie together, a romantic dinner or a culinary dinner on the side of the road. Do you agree ? "
I nodded and smiled.
" Walking me shopping too ? "
" No ! I raised my hand and said "no" to take you shopping. Said my colleagues, they were originally sincere but ended with a long debate with their partner because it was too long and wasted time. Items purchased only one or two items, looking for it must rotate and change stores until it destroys the work schedule.
" When shopping for daily necessities ?"
" Well, isn't it okay to just take the stuff and go home ? "
" Promise ! "
" Promise. If to accompany you to buy personal needs I still consider."
" As a letter of decision only, it must remember and weigh. Do I have to submit a proposal ?"
" ha.....I'm still trying and learning, baby ! The word Bayu can glue a relationship."
Shut up for a moment and take a breath
" That snot boy (meaning Bayu ) was smarter than me about relationships with women. Am I so busy that I never do any of that ? "
" Because I'm too busy to work,"
" Ha..ha. To me it's a waste of time. But not this time, I'll do it for the sake of our relationship."
" Are you not tired of always working without a vacation ?
Mr. Satrio nodded his shoulder and answered my question. " If I'm saturated with work, I vent it with exercise and sex, it has decreased work fatigue. "
" A intimate relationship ? it's like it's hard to swallow my own saliva.
" Yes like this" he said along with the act of locking me with both hands.
" A minute ! "
" Other than ?" mr. Satrio asked impatiently and felt annoyed.
" Aren't you ashamed of having sex with your child yesterday afternoon ? I tried to resist with both hands on Mr. Satrio's chest.
" Really ?"
" A lot of talk ! "
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" Well, I want to buy milk for the children" I asked as we were on our way home.
" Isn't there still stock at home ? Why buy again ? Didn't mama (who meant Miss Elly) yesterday already bought for a month's needs ? asked Mr. Satrio to be astonished at me.
" I'd like to buy myself some shopping money from the mas."
As long as I stay at Mr. Satrio's parents' house. All household needs are handled and backed by Bu Elly and Mr. Hardian in-laws. From daily needs to the needs of children such as milk, diapers and others. Sometimes I'm looking for things I should buy ? it turns out that everything is available, until for my favorite snacks are already there. It was done by Bu Elly, probably because Pak Satrio son only wayangnya so his expenditure is only centered on the needs of Mr. Satrio. My job in this house is just to help Bik Ipa cook and take care of the children. In addition to helping Ms. Elly manage her batik industry home business.
The shopping money from Mr. Satrio only I use to buy food orders for Mr. Satrio when I want to change the menu from outside the house.
" Isn't buying in a mini market also available ? Why should I come here ? mr. Satrio asked in surprise when I asked him to enter a mall in this city.
" I want to buy here" I replied casually.
" Mrs listen ! Never compare prices that are five hundred or a thousand rupiahs later we move stores. It's a waste of time for me the price of a thousand rupiah can not eliminate the fatigue of a day because moving shop."
" If ten were bought, wouldn't ten thousand adrift ? You can buy ice mas. "
" Mistress, that price was already thought out by the sales and company section. It is in accordance with the expenses and taxes that they bear. I'd rather pay ten thousand than I have to lose three hours of my work. With three hours time, I could earn over ten thousand. That ten thousand dollars, I think of as a tip for employees in the form of overpricing and one part of the economic cycle to keep it spinning."
" Well.....We're just here to buy milk not to talk about economic matters" I said annoyed.
" Dear, sorry." replied Mr. Satrio slowly.
Getting closer and closer to knowing Mr. Satrio. I'm learning more about him. Studying and trying to understand Mr. Satrio. Trying to find out where the relationship between Pak Satrio and Mbak Asri is not going to happen to me and Pak Satrio. Just like Mr. Satrio wishes, I also want my marriage bond with him to last forever.
It is boring if you talk a lot with Mr. Satrio because it is discussed only about work, business, economics, coffee trees, cocoa trees, tobacco, pond results well around that. In contrast to me who prefers to talk about food, drama, news artists who are hit. In chatting or chatting, the problem of Mr. Satrio is the more dominant we talk about. When I started discussing issues that I like, such as discussing artists who are going viral he avoided.
" Mas... This is apparently artist A it has a relationship with artist B now want to get married," I said one day to Mr. Satrio.
" What does this have to do with you. Let them live their lives. Doesn't it bother your spending money ? " he answered without even looking at me. Though what I want, Mr. Satrio will ask," yes ....continue how it goes ? What is getting married ?
Sometimes such little things make me feel annoyed and annoyed. So it triggers a small quarrel because we think our conversation is meaningless.
Or sometimes when I ask. " Well this suit doesn't suit me ? in the hope that I get a compliment but Mr. Satrio's answer is beyond my expectations. "Wear anything suitable that is important not naked." And back Mr. Satrio did not turn to me his net focus on the laptop in front of him.
It turned out that I had a lot of patience, that was my husband's attitude. There's no way I'm demanding that it be perfect while Mr. Satrio never demands that I be a perfect wife. Never asked me to cook for him. Never asked me to make coffee for him. Never told me to tidy up his clothes or pack his dirty clothes. All he did himself, put dirty clothes on the dirty clothes rack. Put the shoes in the cupboard until making his own coffee for himself.
Seriate......
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