Married to an Artist

Start getting bored

as Ferdiansyah said earlier, this morning they will return to their homes. The atmosphere of the morning was so supportive, Ara, Mama and Aunt Lela made breakfast together.this time the menu was not heavy - only some drinking water such as milk and coffee plus bread.

"breakfast rang elit."in Ara.

"let Ara aja ma who is located." lifted a tray containing drinking water.

"if so, mama to the room used to be ready to prepare all the needs of the boss." papa and mama have started to enter work, although the hospital is their own but the rules are still the rules. Initially the Ferdiansyah mama did not want to enter because she wanted to chat a lot with Ara, but Ferdiansyah said that they would move this morning as well as keep silent in fact it was the thoughts of Ferdiansyah so that he could be free.

when breakfast mama and papa is neat with his work suit.

"if it could be tomorrow just move son." said mama citra.

"can't ma'am already know the reason Ferdi was." continued his breakfast.

after asking permission from their parents, Ferdi and Ara went straight to their house. When it is jammed can be up to 1 hour a quarter. That's how the life of the capital does not escape from traffic jams.

along the way the two of them just kept quiet without being accompanied by a song, it all made Ara bored.

"there is no accompanying music." chirped Ara.

"if you want to listen to music turn it on yourself." is still busy with driving.

because getting permission even though not soft Ara immediately turn on the music. Exactly the music that came out was K-Pop music, Ara immediately sang it without caring about Ferdi who was beside him. When the rap starts, that's where the absurd scene arrives, with the mouth of Kamit komat with Korean and the hands move like a pro rapper.

after the journey full of rap ala Ara until they arrived at the house that is headed.House minimalist and large for residents who amounted to 2 people only. Ferdiansyah uses services but different houses, the assistant is behind the house as well as the driver. There are special homes for workers in the main house.

"eh son Ferdi has come." an aunt opened the door, she was named Aunt Tutik.

"iya Ma'am." went straight in without helping Ara who was carrying a suitcase.

"assalamualaikum Ma." Said Ara who was still near the main door.

"wa'alaikumussalam non.." confused what to say.

"Of course Mom."

"don't call Mom any non, Tutik's aunt." with Tutik's aunt.

"okay Bik." gave his thumbs up.

"now Ara can't come in?" because it's still blocked by Aunt Tutik.

"oh sorry non Ara, let aunt help non."

"no need Bik, Ara can be alone, oh yes bik aunty can show me Brother Ferdi's room?"

"ayo non aunty show." walking together up the stairs to the two

"don't call non bik, call Ara aja."

"what about Ara?"

"by bik."

arriving at them in front of Ferdiansyah's room. Ara's suitcase was not too heavy but when climbing the luggage load ladder felt heavy, so Ara and aunt lifted it together.

"that's why auntie, excuse me downstairs used to be Ara."

"yes Bik, thanks a lot bik has helped Ara."

"sama-kiddo." headed straight to the kitchen to continue his work.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

there was no reply from inside the room, when Ara wanted to hold the doorknob, someone immediately opened it.

"why?" who else if not Ferdiansyah.

"want to enter." but Ferdiansyah was still staring at Ara.

"can't."

"where is Trus Ara sleeping?" pissed Ara.

"look for it yourself, there's a lot of empty here" closed the room.

"yak."." in a loud voice and dragged his suitcase to every room on the 2nd floor. Actually it was Ferdiansyah's plan to make Ara upset, because every room on the 2nd floor he had locked everything.

Not long after that someone knocked on the door of Ferdiansyah's room so hard.

"OPEN..." door-driving. When the door was opened Ara immediately entered without caring about Ferdiansyah who almost fell.

"can you slow down? I think it's a fidelity to be a person."

,.

" yeah ye se.." her words were cut off because they were obscenities which she would refer to her husband.

"astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah mouth-necked." patted his mouth.

"where does it go, I want to see how a wife who is disobedient with her husband." seduced Ferdiansyah, why does she like to make Ara become upset.?-?

"no, continue on my own. I am upset, I have brought a suitcase and have lifted a suitcase, dragged there here, even in work." said Ara.

"so say (Ara) now (me), you're not consistent."

"had Ara tired, willing to drink." stepped out.

"bring me a cold drink too." cried Ferdiansyah from inside the room.

after arriving at the kitchen someone shouted very big.

"i'm out." Ferdiansyah said loudly. Which made Ara who was taking drinking water to grumble.

"so tell me to get some water, now go."

"bik, where's Ferdiansyah going?"

"lack of knowing Ara, usually if not to the set if not to the entertainment building." explained aunt holding a broom.

"oh so bik. bik usually ready nyapu auntwapain again?"

"usually bibik, wash clothes if not ironing clothes."

"Can you help me not bik?"

"don't want Ara, it's aunty's job."

"Ara bored bik, if you watch more dizzy."

"how do you want to shop?"

"no, Ara is lazy."

aunty continued to give advice to Ara but those suggestions were all incompatible with Ara. Starting from shopping, salons, gyms, swimming, and related to socialite life.

"Ara wants to make a snack bik. There's flour, chicken, same vegetables, right bik."

"there's Ara, everything's complete in the fridge. What do you want Ara to do, let auntie help."

"don't bik, aunty do the other one. When you're done, Ara tell aunt. All Ara also want to love the neighbors here." smile.

"okay if so, son Ara, the other aunt continued to work." stepped into the washcloth.

"sip bik." gave his thumb.

Ara took out the ingredients in the refrigerator that fit the mainstay recipe. Ara wants to make snacks like risoles with chopped chicken stuffing mixed with vegetables. Ara saw the same kitchen as she hoped later when she already had a house.



The desired kitchen was realized, Ara became even more eager to cook. He did not think that all this was real.

"all the ingredients are complete, time to process." as long as making skin dough and chopping chicken and vegetables Ara do it yourself without the help of anyone. Indeed this is a common thing for Ara because he used to sell risoles when there were messages only but the contents are only vegetables, if added chicken then the price will be more expensive again.

Fun with the world of cooking, finally Ara finished also making risoles. The number is about 65 pieces, because he intends to give the neighbors around his house and while berkilaturahmi.

"finally it's done too, good to use the plate or the box." Ara thought, Aunt Tutik saw the state of the kitchen and he saw so many risoles that were inside the big box.

"is it over, son Ara? how much is so? that's Ara's own son who made it?" ask aunt Tutik bertubi.

"yeah Bik, this is all Ara wants to love the neighbors. Oh yes bik, there is a box not like paper so bik, to wrap risol."

"as long as aunty has a son Ara, berentar aunty see first because kemaren kak Ferdiansyah asked to buy because there is a cooking shoot like his friend." looking for the plastic box in the kitchen cupboard.

"this one's Ara's son." showed me the paper that hadn't been folded.

"yes Bik, there are not many bik?"

"many kids."

"can you ask for a bik?"

"take a son, who wants to wear it again."

"okay Bik, thank you so much bik." take the box and put the risoles into it.

"auntie help nak Ara."

"yes Bik, thanks a lot."

"how many boxes will Ara make?"

"make 6 box bik." They both put the risoles into a box.



"auntie, a friend of Ara's shared this bik."

"yes, son of Ara, is this to be shared now?"

"yes bik, if so let's bik."

when it came to the main door Ara and aunt wanted to get out, but someone from outside opened it first. Ferdiansyah returned with a puzzled look as there were 3 boxes in Ara's hand and 3 boxes in Tutik's aunt's hand.

"where are the aunts going?" ask Ferdiansyah.

" this is Ferdi's son, auntie wants to help Ara share this with the neighbors."

"what the fuck is that bik?" pointing to the box.

"risoles." answered Ara a little sewot.

"i'm coming along." Ferdiansyah unwillingly asked again, and her words left aunt and Ara astonished.

"gini bik, let Ferdi just share this as the neighbors, all want to go to the house of RT sir want permission." hear that Aunt Tutik gave the box to Ferdi.

"ayo, don't forget to bring the ID card." remind Ara because they want permission to the local RT chairman.

"But Ara take it first." put the box on the living room table.

so long ago the story

this is my first story so please understand if there are wrong words in the writing.

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