Marriage Becomes Love

Chapter 122 Ngidam Ashila

Rayhan's condition is now gradually recovered, he was able to walk normally as usual without the help of a cane again. He was so grateful, God still gave him the opportunity to improve his life for the better.

Rayhan's car has now stopped in the office courtyard, the man immediately went down and entered his office. Many employees welcomed him but Rayhan responded with just a nod and a smile.

Arriving at the front of his room, Rayhan rushed inside, and immediately sat down on his seat of greatness. His hand began to move opening the files that were piling up before him. But just as he was about to open it, suddenly his phone rang, he immediately took the flat object in his pocket.

One message was received, Rayhan opened it immediately. The man widened his eyes as he read the message from Ashila. His wife told him to buy a martabak when he came home from work later. And the main problem is, his wife asked him to buy martabak with melon flavor. And what makes him even more surprised is, at exactly five in the afternoon, Rayhan must have been in the apartment and brought his hammer. WHERE WILL HE LOOK FOR HER??

Rayhan sighed softly, Ashila's cravings are getting dizzy more and more days. In the pregnancy that began to step on the fifth this month, Ashila often acts spoiled and often feels strange things. Like nausea in the morning, not happy with the smells that sting, such as perfume and others. It makes Rayhan have to be extra patient to face the pregnant woman, because every time the man wears fragrances, the wife will protest, even to the point of being wasted. The perfume was just bought. Not to mention the strange requests his wife asked.

Geck, tok, tok!

"Lake in!"

"Excuse me, Sir. Sorry, annoying."

Rayhan nodded. "Yes, Arin, what's wrong?"

"I'd like to have your signature, right here, sir." Arin thrust a map containing files to be signed by the boss.

Rayhan immediately took it, read it for a while and signed it.

"Thank you, sir."

Rayhan just nodded. Arin decides to retreat to his room, but before that Rayhan prevents him.

"Yes, what's wrong, sir?" asked Arin with a frown.

"Can I ask for help?"

"What do you ask for, sir?"

"So, my wife was cravings, she wanted to eat martabak. Can you buy it?"

"Oh, take it easy, sir. I will order martabak from my subscription, sir," replied Arin with a smile.

"But…"

"But what, sir?"

"My wife wants a melon-flavored martabak."

"HUH??"

***

Time seems to pass quickly, time has shown 16.30 WIB. Rayhan just finished his job. The man was now leaning his head on the back of his great chair, closing his eyes for a moment, tired and tired began to gnaw his body, wanting it to lie down for a moment, to eliminate his fatigue.

Rayhan shuffled up from the chair and walked towards the sofa. Just as he was laying down and closing his eyes for a moment, he suddenly remembered the order of the wife. The eyes that had been very heavy, suddenly opened wide.

The man wondered in his heart whether his secretary had found the food of the wife's order, or not? Suddenly his heart was not bad, it could be bad if he did not bring home the melon-flavored martabak desired by Ashila, maybe his wife would tell him to sleep outside again like yesterday.

While walking outside the building, Rayhan called Arin asking if his wife's order was there or not, but his secretary did not answer his phone.

"Duh. Rin, let's answer the phone, Rin. My life depends on us, '" Rayhan murmured as he kept calling his secretary.

Shortly after, Arin finally answered his phone. "Hows it? Have you given my wife's order?" asked Rayhan without further ado.

"Okay, where are you now?"

"I'm in the parking lot now, sir."

Without wasting time, Rayhan walked faster so that he reached the parking lot. Arriving there, he saw his secretary waiting for him.

"This, sir the order," said Arin while thrusting a bag of white crackles at Rayhan.

"It's.. It's really melon-flavored martabak, isn't it?" asked Rayhan to make sure.

"Yes, sir."

"Where did you get it, Rin?"

"So gini, sir. I bought the melon first in super–"

"OK-okay, you're smart, Rin.Thank you, yeah. Your salary next month I give you three times. Then I go home first, Assalamualaikum."

Without waiting for a greeting from Arin, Rayhan immediately got into his car, and drove his car leaving Arin who was just speechless.

"Huh! The boss should be explaining about my struggle first, how to dapetin martabak melon taste! But no papa, my salary next month naek. That's more important! Good thing my brain is smart!" muttered Arin while staring at Rayhan's car that was getting away.

***

Along the way, Rayhan drives his car at high speed, many times the man honks so that the car in front gives him a way. The phone that had just kept ringing, was ignored by Rayhan. The man remained focused on driving, so that he would soon arrive at his apartment building.

After a long journey, Rayhan finally arrived at the parking lot of his apartment. The man immediately came out in a hurry, then ran into the loby, occasionally he glanced at the clock on his wrist, the clock has shown at 16:59 WIB. He also accelerated his steps.

Eventually, he arrived in front of his apartment. After entering the passcode, the man immediately entered and called Ashila, but there was no answer from his wife. Rayhan decided to go into the room.

"Assalamualaikum, dear. I'm home, here's your order."

Rayhan opened the door of his room, his eyes now fixed on the woman who was folding her hands on her chest while looking at him indifferently.

"You're five seconds late, Mom. I don't want to eat that martabak!" After saying that, Ashila immediately sauntered out of the room, leaving Rayhan standing at his feet.

Rayhan exhaled, he put his suit on the sofa and walked out looking for his wife.

The man walked down the stairs and spread his gaze looking for the figure of the wife. Rayhan walks into the kitchen and finds Ashila cooking a meal. He approached his wife, hugged her from behind and placed his chin on Ashila's shoulder, causing her to gasp in surprise.

"Sorry, yeah. If I'm late. Pliss don't sulk, yeah," whispered Rayhan right in Ashila's ear.

Ashila just silently did not answer, she remained focused on her cooking activities, she did not pay attention to the apologies from the husband who now continues to hugged her.

"Honey, don't sulk, yeah."

"Mas, off, I'm cooking again. Mending you clean up there!"

"No, before you forgive me, I will not be separated," said Rayhan.the man was busy kissing the cheek of the wife.

"Deliver, Mas. If not, I'm getting angry!"

When Rayhan became a kicker, he let go of his embrace, then walked towards his room.