Love For Fella

Because of Instant Noodles

I fell in love with her

Truly love

Oh. what is.

Never doubted

But always waiting

I really fell in love with him

Fella's tiny lips continue to recite the song's lyrics, following a piece of music that has now flowed beautifully through the cell phone that is stored next to her, with eyes occupied by a novel now in his hands.

Arska who was about to enter his room broke his intention when he heard the beautiful voice of his wife who he had not heard since they were married.

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Arska accidentally pushed the door of her room open. Fella who had been focusing on reading in her heart shifted her attention to looking at Arska who was staring with her grin.

"Why are you, yang?" ask Fella. He stopped the music and saved the book and then passed to approach Arska who was still loyal in her position, in front of the room door.

"I'm hungry, which is," he said, holding his queen's belly with a hearty expression.

Hearing that Fella immediately patted her forehead slowly. He forgot to cook dinner because he was not hungry. "I forgot to cook, I'm sorry, but" the woman felt guilty. It was clear from his eyes that were snuggling.

"No papa now masakin me yes," pinta Arska who was immediately nodded by Fella.

"Let's go to the kitchen." Fella had already passed before Arska came out of her room. Arska followed her wife from behind like a kitten following her mother.

Upon arrival in the kitchen, Arska sits herself in a mini bar chair that is still fused with the kitchen set. Fella opened the fridge and saw what she could cook.

Fella took out mustard, tomatoes, eggs and sausages as well as two packs of instant noodles she had just picked up from the shelf.

"Instant noodles?" Arska raised next to her eyebrows until she saw a slight wrinkle on her forehead.

"Yes, no papa, right? Only this can be cooked. The other ingredients are already abis, tomorrow let me go shopping." he replied with a bead of eyes staring at Arska.

Arska was silent for a moment, to be honest he never ate instant noodles before, maybe it can be said that if Arska does not like instant noodles.

"Don't you like it?" said Fella asked.

Arska nodded doubtfully. Fella who saw that only commented on her sweet smile. This was indeed the first time her husband had eaten instant food, because at home there was always art that spoiled his tongue.

"I'm the one who cooks, my husband must like it" he said, taking a pot to boil water. While Arska couldn't help but turn it down, the man just kept silent to Fella who started chopping up sausages and vegetables that he had removed from the refrigerator.

Seeing Fella who was so busy made Arska could not bear to not approach her. "Is there anything I can do for you, which?" said ask.

"Can you?" Fella glanced at Arska at a glance then focused on the freshly cut mustard.

The man was actually hesitant, yet he still nodded.

"You help me cut red onions if that's it!"

Arska according to him, he took a knife and looked at the spices in front of him. The man scratched his non-itchy nape.

"Why?" asked Fella when she saw her husband was just silent and seemed confused.

"Which red charmer, Ay? What's the rich shape?" Arska looked at Fella with her gawking look.

Hearing that, Fella's laughter broke. "Oh my God, you don't know what a red onion is rich?" he said as he wiped the tears that came out of the corner of his eye.

Arska just shook her head slowly, even her face had been bent when she saw Fella's expression that actually laughed at her.

"What age are you now? How do you know what form red onions are rich in?"

"Don't bother, it's only natural that I don't know, I'm a man!" yells. Arska was a little embarrassed. Time yes red onions only he did not know.

Fella took the purple-skinned onion and placed it in front of Arska. "It's called a red onion" Fella said as she held back her laughter. For some reason, Fella found it funny to see her husband.

"Is this purple? Did you say red? Red from where did he try?" arska protested when she saw the onion.

Lifting both shoulders, "Where I know, salahin a grandmother's monyongnya onion" said Fella Ngawur. The woman was still staring at Arska, because the man was flipping his bags and had not yet started cutting.

"Udah ah, don't look grandiose. Cut-to-cut her herd said to help."

"Dear, don't be so rude." Arska started peeling the purple-skinned onion slowly.

Feeling the boiling water had boiled, Fella immediately put the instant noodles that had just been opened, not forgetting she added the chili that had been cut.

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Fella glanced at Arska who was busy cutting onions, the sound produced disturbed the woman's sense of hearing. Fella chuckles to make Arska turn her head.

"You sit down, let me do it." Fella took over the knife that was in Arska's hand. The man slightly retreated and made room for his wife.

"If you cut it as rich as gini, which is good!" shouting Fella while cutting the onion thinly, Arska just pay attention and do not talk much.

After five minutes, two servings of boiled noodles made by Fella are ready. It looks very tempting, but I don't know what it feels like.

"Cobain" said Fella, placing a bowl of noodles topped with sausage, mustard and tomatoes and eggs in front of her husband. the woman also served noodles in front of him and immediately sat herself opposite Arska.

With a slight hesitation, Arska began to feed the noodles into her mouth. There was no strange response from Arska, the man seemed to be enjoying his food in silence.

"Enak right?" ask Fella for approval.

"Enak, because of what my wife made me," Arska replied with a fluffy smile. Not forgetting he landed his hand on the top of Fella's head as a sign he appreciated his wife's efforts.

At night when Fella was asleep, and Arska felt pain in the abdomen that now began to spread. The man slightly curled his body with his hands still holding his stomach, cold sweat started to flow down his forehead.

"Absolutely.superficially .." lamented like that. Arska curled her body more and more, feeling the abdominal pain that in nature became more and more. The man wanted to wake Fella, but he pityed her. Groans after moans came out of the mouth of his lips. Until Fella woke up and slightly opened her eyes while rubbing her slowly.

"Well, what's wrong with you?" he asked, Fella's hoarse voice rang into Arska's ears, but the man did not answer. He was still grimacing in pain because his stomach was in trouble.

"Honey." panic began to be seen from Fella's face, the woman was confused what to do because this is the first time Arska like this.

"P-My stomach hurts Ay." she complained with her body still curled up.

Fella flipped her husband's body with great difficulty, the woman grew even more panicked when she saw her husband's face that looked passively pale.

"You why? I have to do so let you not be in pain rich gini. Call the doctor if there's anything else coming at this hour." Fella wiped her tears while rubbing the sweat droplets on her husband's forehead slowly.

"A-grab me, o-drug magh in the drawer to the left, Ay," Arska ordered with her eyes still closed.

Fella complied with Arska's request, not forgetting she brought him a glass of water, fortunately there was a dispenser in her room so Fella did not have to go to the kitchen to take a drink. Slowly Fella guides Arska to take her medicine. After that Fella helped her husband lean his body on the head of the bed.

"You why Ayang?" said Fella asked, her eyes still letting out tears.

Arska still did not respond, the man still closed his eyes. Fella grew more and more in her grief, the woman clasped tightly onto her husband's hand, her gaze so sad.

For a moment, Arska was a little calm and did not make a groaning sound like that. Fella drowned her face between her husband's hands, she was still crying and confused what to do.

About fifteen minutes Arska felt that if her stomach began to improve, she opened her eyes slowly, it could be felt if Fella was so sad to see herself in pain, moreover, the hand held by his wife began to flood because Fella's tears fell quite a lot.

Gently stroked the head of his wife, "Honey," he said.

Fella looked up her head, her face was sad.

"I'm not papa," he said accompanied by a smile that adorned his face.

Hugging tightly onto Arska's body, Fella vented her cries there. "You why? Scaring me?" he said accompanied by a hiccup.

"I don't know why, baby."

"Why does your stomach hurt?"

"Sorry baby, actually I can't eat instant noodles."

Pushing her husband's body slowly, "So why didn't you just say that." Fella felt increasingly guilty for her carelessness.

"You make me eat, how can I refuse. I don't want to make you disappointed" he said again stroking Fella's unraveled hair.

"But if the edges make you sick rich gini, I feel more guilty" said Fella. The girl's eyes still look sad.

"No papa, I'm cured. Don't beat yourself up, baby, don't get too stressed. Pity our son later."

For a moment Fella obeyed Arska's words, her bead still staring at her husband with a sad look. The woman held onto Arska's cheeks, landing a kiss on Arska's rancid lips that still looked a little pale. Arska enjoyed the warm touch that landed on her lips, let Fella do as she pleased. His cravings are still reasonable. Moreover, his face looked very panicked when he saw himself in pain. Let his wife be at ease with the kiss she gave him.