Just One Feeling's

Two Hearts Contents

Early morning. The raindrops draped his melody. The mentor refused to show his face. Still choose to fight in his universe. The same with living souls. The martyrdom of the rain that greeted in the morning blind, further warmed her heart.

A person who was sleeping on the verge of consciousness, turned his body around. Groped his soft bed, still closing his eyes. Seeking wife. There aren't. His wife was not beside him.

He began to open his eyes. Winding back the detached sheath. Or intentionally removed.

He started to lower his feet from the bed. Moving towards the window. Peering outside her house opened the curtains. Fully wet soil and branches. Signs the rain has been falling for a long time. He closed the window curtain.

Back to moving her legs down. Following the origin of the newly heard voice. The sound of a skillet clashing against each other with a spatula. Kitchen. There is nowhere else but the kitchen.

He began to approach the kitchen, walking carefully was his choice. Folding his hands in front of his chest, shaking his head. He slowly approached his wife who was cooking. He hugged her from behind.

"What are you doing in the morning blind, like this?" (say)

His wife was slightly jolted at his arrival. And yes, his embrace. He turned his face. Making sure what surprised her was her husband's right.

"Didn't you see, I was cooking." (he said ketus)

Her husband let go of her embrace.

"You're still the same Andin!"

"You are still the same Ziban!"

Ziban raised a slight corner of his lips.

"Ah, you've dared to call my name huh."

Andin did the same. By raising the corners of his lips. It seems, defeat is not written in the dictionary of his life.

"Why not? Ziban!" (say)

Ziban kissed Andin's lips. That's a punishment. Because, Andin dared to say his name directly.

"I told you, call your husband, ma'am."

Ziban began puffing out, patting his chest softly. Andin folded his hands in front of his chest.

"Zi-bani. Z-i-b-a-n."

Andin deliberately spelled Ziban's name in a tone full of trivial. Ziban seems to be inadmissive. He punished her by hugging her very tightly. Not giving Andin a chance to successfully take off.

"Call me as mas. If not, I will not let you go. And I'll kiss you brutally!"

"You haven't brushed your teeth!" (contact Andin)

"You have no other choice."

Andin breathed his breath heavily. There's no other choice. One way to save himself from the threat of Ziban, who will kiss him brutally, is to obey his will. Yes, call him mas.

"Yes, my mom."

Ziban smiled with satisfaction. He kissed his forehead, nose, cheeks, then his lips gently.

"Ah, charred!" (special Andin)

Ziban and Andin stared at the cooking that Andin had cooked. Ziban is the one who looks the most alert. He turned off the stove. Then looked at Andin with his angry face. Andin lowered his face.

"What are you doing in the kitchen, early in the morning?"

Andin just shut up. She thought her husband was scolding her.

Seeing his wife lowering her face like a child, Ziban breathed out. He holds his wife's body. Andin rounded his eyes. But she chose to be quiet and let herself be carried by her husband to continue walking up the stairs. The more Ziban moved to walk, Andin who was in his popongan immediately understood.

He must be itching me. Basics, habits. But, it's okay, after all the atmosphere is very supportive. Morning blind and the rain. Hemm, very fitting.

Ziban opened the door. Put his wife's body to sleep. Andin confirmed his most comfortable position. Then they both stared at each other for a long time.

Andin took off her hairband. Outlining her beautiful hair while still remaining supine. Ziban took his cell phone. He opened his phone and was seen looking for something inside. After a while, he approached his wife.

Ziban scrunched his forehead. Seeing Andin who will take off his nightgown buttons. He gave his cell phone to his wife.

"Many learn first." (said Ziban)

Andin turned his lips. Seeing Ziban who asked him to learn the science of cooking from video tutorials.

"I've learned everything, you don't know?!" (say Andin)

"Oh, so you woke up early on purpose because you wanted to practice cooking? Don't want your husband to know, do you. Because you know for yourself, your cooking always fails."

Instantly Andin smote Ziban's face with a pillow with all his strength.

"What kind of husband are you!"

Ziban laughed out loud. Saw his wife that angry at him, in the morning blind.

"Ah my wife, you know this husband well, right?"

Ziban rubbed softly on Andin's hair. Smack his forehead again.

"You stay here, let me cook." (said Ziban)

He left Andin. But Andin's call made his step stop.

"Mas."

"Yes?"

"Let me cook."

"It doesn't feel good, baby."

Hearing Ziban's words, Andin threw away his face. Cobalt. One proper word, to describe Andin's current feelings. The husband and wife are different from other couples in general. When their feelings were first subjected to some test. In the end, it is united in a sacred bond of marriage.

Ziban approached Andin again.

The cup!

He kissed Andin's lips. Andin rubbed his lips right then and there.

"I'm just kidding, baby,"

"You tried cooking earlier. Must be tired, right? Never mind, I don't want you to be too exhausted,"

"I'll cook."

Ziban kissed Andin three times in a row.

The cup!

The cup!

The cup!

And that certainly makes Andin feel amused. Ziban went to the kitchen. Andin drew a smile line on his lips without the sight of Ziban.

Suddenly Ziban turned his face.

"Huh, basic. You used to make fun of me that this husband of yours, it was so itchy. But you're a lot more itchy. You're gonna unbutton your shirt, what's that for?"

Ziban laughed out loud. Always feel like winning against Andin. Again, Ziban's remarks made Andin unacceptable. He threw all the remaining pillows at Ziban. Hopefully, the attack is right on target. But no, Ziban had already walked out of the room and closed the door. He managed to escape. Andin clucked in annoyance.

I'm just trying to be a good wife, with more understanding. Substantial. Just watch.

Seeing himself being treated, the same idea came to his mind. Where, treating Ziban one day as the same as treating Andin, is the most appropriate choice in a retaliation.

Andin breathed his breath. Sadly, Ziban decided to send home all the servants who worked in his house. The waiter is only allowed to clean all parts of his house. Not with the kitchen. Once the work is done, they must leave the house immediately. For no reason whatsoever. Ziban did it with reason, alone at home with his wife without the slightest disturbance.

That's the reason you heard from her husband. That certainly makes it a hassle. Especially in cooking. He should, learn better.

Because, mama and papah, are going abroad for a job. Hoping for the return of Kumala and Arga, certainly always expected by Andin. Because, the return of his parents, will return all his servants. And make, himself no longer a hassle.

Suddenly a scream came from outside the door of his room. Andin put his ears on well.

"Darling, you stay in the room. I'm just gonna make an omelet. Just briefly. Stay in the room, okay? I'll be right back. Don't unbutton your shirt just yet, 'cause I'm gonna open it."

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