LOVE CONSULTANT

Abah's House.

The first day we got married, we decided to stay at Abah's house.

I initially refused, because I wanted to live independently. But Abah said he wanted to share his knowledge in the kitchen, on the mattress, and in the well with me.

I don't know what the three Abah terms mean, I just follow it. Like a chicken obedient to its mother.

While the mother-in-law happily took off her daughter. Not because no love, not love anymore. It's just that I'm quite proud to see the princess filial to her husband.

And finally here we are now, in Abah's house.

"Paijo, did you apply the theory Abah taught you last night?" ask Abah. And I don't know why this question makes my stomach so much more fluffy. Wanted to vomit.

I swear, I don't understand what Abah means.

"what theory, bah?" many confused.

"Yes the theory is gargled, chalked, and salted." Abah began to explain.

"Well, since now we have a tap of water, then the well theory falls by itself."

"While the kitchen theory, there are helpers. Your wife can learn slowly, and Abah does not require it."

"But for the theory of the plot, this particular one should be! you two need to know!" Abah deliberately suppresses the word must and must as if the word is the most important science in this world.

But I swear yes, I still do not understand what Abah means and purpose.

Either because of my slow brain, or because of my lack of life experience?

"What exactly does this theory mean? I still don't understand" I said I really don't understand.

"If you don't understand, you can learn by yourself" Abah replied, making me even more clueless.

Can the theory be self-taught? but how? I swear I don't know.

Maybe I'm an adult, but my mind is really dull. All the teachings of Abah's theory have nothing in my brain. Unless it's the science of civil engineering, then I'm the champion. Hehe.

"Emang is?" my sangs.

"There certainly is." Abah's answer seems convincing. What else is the look in his eyes. The eyes are like not committing fraud.

Not interested in Abah's theory, I finally decided to switch the conversation.

"Well, I'll learn later. Now I have to go to the office first. There are still many projects I have to work on." I deliberately tucked away the reason for the job in Abah's distraction. So that he does not put forward his theory any further. For if I say in the name of work, Abah will be silent.

"Well then, later in the afternoon you come home quickly so that Abah teaches you the theory clearly" explained Abah enthusiastically.

Abah is like an energetic man who never fades. His spirit seemed to defeat the 45th warrior.

"Alright Abah. I'll be home soon" I replied as if giving false hope. I plan to stay in the office for a long time. So that Abah doesn't teach me that absurd theory.

"Oh yes. It must!"

I saw Abah's face as if thinking of something. With a strange smile, Abah whistled.

"What the hell is wrong with Abah? didn't you let her sleep in the room last night? freaky!" muttered.

Then I resigned to go to my room, meet my wife there.

Either he has bathed and dressed up, or still berjibaku with a myriad of activities last night.

Yes, last night the Princess spent time with her work until the early hours of the morning.

I don't know what he discussed with his co-workers through Via Zoom. I don't want to know either. Because it's not my major. Let me give him some privacy. So that later I know myself, that the Princess is not only mine, but also the patient's.

When I got to the room, the Princess was already dressed up. His body was covered in a white coat, the epitome of a doctor in this country.

"Are you ready for the office?" I asked while brewing the tea I just made in the kitchen.

"Hmm," replied the potluck princess.

"Do you want me to take you?" bargained.

After all who cares about his assessment of me? I don't like him either. What more love!

But because I feel I have a responsibility towards him, I just offer him a service. He doesn't necessarily accept it.

"No need!"

Well, isn't it? what I said. He declined.

"All right then. I also have no intention of dropping you off" I said casually as I sat on the edge of the bed and placed my teacup on the nightstand.

"Why are you asking?" said Princess.

"I'm just offering you a ride. If not, it doesn't matter either." Once again I casually responded to this haughty woman. But not with him. He was quite sensitive to every verse of my answer.

"If not intended, do not be pretentious to offer services!" This time I saw the beautiful face of the Princess turning into a kind of grandmother. He was angry constantly.

"I'm just trying. Who knows if it will." I'm still hanging out, like having a picnic on the beach near here.

"Not to be so good! I can still walk on my own. After all, I'm not in the mood of the street with a little guy like you!" I don't know why this one Princess' sentence justifies my guess so far, that she prioritizes physical quality rather than the quality of self-knowledge.

And it was as if I had fallen to the bottom of the lake of fire and drowned and could not return.

However, I still remained relaxed, feeling no need to panic like at the clinic.

"All right then. Goodbye and happy duty" I said sincerely.

"Oh yes. You can use my car. Because your car's still at mom's, '" I continued.

Then the Princess reached out her hand to me, making my forehead wrinkle.

What does he want? want some gas money? but yesterday I just filled it to full. Does that mean money for food?

Okay fine, I'll give him some money. As a husband, I have to take full responsibility.

Then I opened the nightstand drawer, and took my wallet there.

I pulled ten pieces of red money, and I gave them to her.

"This is the money, for your snacks," I said as I offered the money.

I was like a father giving his daughter money. Haha

"I don't need this money!" said the Princess while returning the money earlier.

Well, if he doesn't want money, then what does he want from me? didn't he want something?

"Then what do you want? want some money with this wallet?" many confused. But the princess did not answer me. He just clucked in annoyance at my response.

Then, the Princess grabbed my hand that was holding the wallet and kissed the back of the hand saying, "I want to salute."

Oh, so he wants to salim me? why don't I know?

Apparently she's a sensitive girl and Solehah too huh? husband's hands kissed before work.

Okay fix! I threw away my judgment about her that I originally thought she was just a physical lover girl. But. ah, that's it.

"I leave first" said the Princess at last.

And I was still silently staring at the Princess's kiss on my hand.

Then I pulled the two corners of my lips into a smile of happiness there.

To be continued.

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