Marriage But the Enemy

NTM: 2.3

I arrived home at exactly three o'clock this afternoon. After sacrificing themselves by taking a variety of public transportation from the city transportation car to the kopaja bus. Relieving myself to overheat exposed to the scorching sun of the city of Jakarta which is very stinging, even willing to make my face that was bright suddenly dull instantly because it is contaminated by air pollutants that billow thick.

But what do I get after sacrificing everything?! I only got nothing, aka not producing any results at all!!

I took a long breath, tired. Feeling that my struggle today that was so hard was nothing but futility!

Although actually my initial intention out of the house was to hunt for books as thesis reference material in the campus library, but finally it can only be a discourse because I instead made an impromptu appointment with Bian with the intention of going to the campus library after the appointment was completed.

But because my mood immediately plummeted after the meeting at the Coffee Shop earlier, I finally undo my intention to look for thesis material and instead return home. All because my mind has focused only on the annulment of the marriage, thinking of alternative plans that I can do so that the marriage will not be realized!

Hah, what else am I supposed to do now?! I took a deep breath, once again. Almost frustrating.

Coming out of the bathroom after cleaning myself from dust and street pollution and not forgetting to change clothes, while rubbing my wet hair with a favorite knitting towel, I glanced at the clock on the wall of the room. It was four in the afternoon apparently. I didn't feel like I was spending an hour alone just cleaning myself. Old too! Ck.

I sat in front of the dresser. My gaze looked at the mirror as I dried my hair with Hairdryer. Longtime. I'm thinking hard. Then, put a variety of ideas in the brain.

Actually, I've had a lot of ideas I've been thinking about. But if you analyze the cause and effect with logic, the idea will certainly not be the best. Too risky!

After making sure my hair is not wet anymore, I also comb and pigtail my original hair. Then, I decided to get out of the room to the kitchen where Mbak Citra is usually located this afternoon.

Alright, I have decided, to think about the plan again later to be more mature. Yeah, correct. Because there are many things to consider, including Bian's talk at the Coffee Shop earlier. And as another matter of consideration, I should talk about this to my brother first before I finally say it to both of my parents as well as Bian's parents later.

I walked straight up to the pantry. Smiling, when I found my Eldest Brother it was really there. She's cooking that I don't know what. She cooked something for our family dinner later.

"What cooking, Ma'am?" Sapaku while adjusting, standing by his side in front of the faucet lit up profusely and a crumbling-looking aluminum sink with vegetable and earthenware litter everywhere.

Ms. Citra who turned her head was smiling before returning to continue her work which is currently cleaning chicken pieces. "You cook Chicken Rica-rica. Your favorite,"

I who stood right beside him, mangosteen while continuing to pay attention to him who really painstakingly clean the chicken skin if there are still fine hairs left behind.

As a person who prefers to be a Housewife instead of following in the footsteps of our Mother who works as a career woman, Ms. Citra is very good at taking care of household things. Maybe because Mbak Citra is the first child who is also an older brother with both parents who work, making it can be as independent as it is. Especially when we were small, we only lived with Kakung and Uti, of course Mbak Citra was more trying to take care of me than the more troublesome Kakung and Uti.

Immediately, Citra turned to me and smiled. "You want to help?" I'm nodding.

"Really??" Ask again, making sure. I nodded again.

"Come on, it's training before you're a wife, Re." Just laugh while laughing. "You cut the chives off, Re. Ma'am wants to make mendoan,"

I also began to do what he called. Slicing the leaves of the dawang that has been provided on the board. Still wet, used washed.

"Don't slash it, Re!"

"Yes, Mother. Not really." I nodded, and continued my work. Slicing onion leaves that swear by anything successfully made my eyes water in an instant.

"You're the one who makes it. Yeah, Re?"

"Huh?" My eyes are rounded. Somewhat object to accept this job throw, because my initial intention to help is not sincerity but mere pleasantries. Aih, then what should I do?!

"In fact, the Bian really likes the same mendoan, loh, Re, so you have to be an expert so that later you can nyenengin Bian use your cooking." Said Mbak Citra, which made me grunt.

We are not necessarily married either...

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P. S :

The word "NTM: X.X" means REVISED

while "BAB X.X" means NOT REVISED