Married to an Artist
Chicken Risoles 1
night
after the problem about the risoles this afternoon, now they will have dinner, Ara who finished performing her worship directly to the kitchen to help Tutik's aunt who prepared dinner.
"here's Bik, let Ara help."
"don't want Ara, let auntie let this be aunt's job."
"just calm down, this is also Ara's job. So equally we cook the bik." take the risoles that he will fry.
"want to fry, son?"
"yes bik." started frying risoles while auntie had arranged the dishes at the dinner table.
The new Ferdiansyah descended from the 2nd floor directly into the kitchen after smelling a fragrant fragrance. Tutik's aunt who saw him smiled and the aunt did not return to the kitchen because she did not want to disturb the romance of the newlyweds. Her initial intention was to go to the kitchen to help Ara as her task was done.
"wrong?" Ferdiansyah. Ara who was engrossed in frying turned her head when she heard a familiar voice in her ears.
"fry." answered Ara potluck.
"don't eat?" who was beside Ara, Ferdiansyah smelled the fragrance of risoles that made her stomach want to eat her.
"just a minute, responsibility." Ara slices the ripe risoles into a sieve and arranges them into a dish. Ferdiansyah who saw the risoles was finished he went straight to the dining table followed by Ara who brought risoles.
"where's aunt?" ask him to Ferdiansyah.
"far back." sitting in a chair.
Without much question Ara immediately took the plate and put in the rice, Ferdiansyah who looked confused. Because he was not the first to take rice but Ara.
"this is enough?"
"what?how do I know, it's for you."
"who said to Ara, this is it for you. Although not in the room at least Ara is good to prepare a husband's meal."
"so she wanted my same room." teased Ara in a cold tone.
"not really." with a joke
"why do you eat everything? it's a different room."
"at least appreciate, people's effort. Is this enough or not?"
"more on a little bit."
"what's it like?"
"all of it."
"okay."
after the Ferdiansyah plate has been filled with food, but one that is not included is risoles.
"why aren't there risoles?" asked Ferdiansyah, Ara who wanted to put food into her mouth stopped because of Ferdiansyah's sentence.
"but just said no like, now want risoles.if you want to take it alone." continue eating. Without saying Ferdiansyah took it and immediately ate it.
"if you say it's good, say it's good, don't take pride."
"i'm not prestige, just ordinary." continued eating. "risolesnya appreciable" he continued.
"say good what the hell is hard" said Ara.
Risoles in the fried Ara is exhausted, Ara only eats 2 pieces while those fried by Ara 8 pieces.
"if doyan says." Ara's inner.
Without speaking Ferdiansyah left the dining table and headed straight for the 2nd floor. Ara who is still at the dining table cleans dishes to wash in the sink.
when he wanted to wash suddenly the voice of aunt was heard in a hurry as it ran out in the pursuit of people.
"sorry son Ara, the aunt forgot." a little frenzied.
"why bik, forget what?" Ara turned her body.
"forget to wash the dishes, let auntie take Ara." to the sink.
"no need to bik, this is a little really." reject Ara smooth.
"this is a bik, aunty who washes let Ara rinse. if arguing also the beauty of the work is not finished." give reasonable advice.
"oh yeah-yeah, auntie's so hot on Ara."
"no problem bik, just do the dishes anyway."
preoccupied with washing dishes sometimes Ara asks a lot about what things are done in this house. From morning until night. From the food menu, to the point of asking the favorite of the host.
"food that no artist likes what bik?" rinsing the glass seriously without thinking her words made the aunt confused.
"who's Arra's artist?"
"oh I mean Ara Abang Ferdi bik."
"nak Ferdi does not like to eat spicy, if you eat spicy, his face must be red. If it's too spicy, the edges to the bathroom." explained Bik Tutik.
"that's bik up to the next time. Ever not make him love spicy food with his friend?"
"never mind, if it's not wrong for his friend again to blog here and finally he works to the bathroom" makes Tutik anxious to remember that. While Ara who heard the words of Tutik's aunt smiled in her heart.
"one weakness is revealed, look out for the same kind of Ara, the bathroom is waiting for you." Inner Ara laughed.
"he likes risoles not bik?"
"dear aunt, son Ferdi rarely buy fried snacks son. But aunty does not know if outside the problem if brought home never aunty saw the most in buying fried rice, pizza, meatballs, pecel catfish, a lot of the heck." after talking for quite a long time, pizzas, washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen is done.
"bik, if the same Ara do not hesitate yes bik. Consider Ara the aunt's son, Ara already considers aunt as Ara's mother."
"yes son Ara, aunt is moved to hear it." slightly dramatized.
"already bik, don't dramatize. surely the contagiousness of the artist is right bik, if Ara suggests not to watch a lot of alay-alay bik." aunt who heard it smiled.
"can't you see Ara?"
"watch what son?"
"the Korean drama bik. males is alone so you want to take aunty."
"why isn't it the same for Ferdi?"
"lazy bik, nantik not so watch even in omelin." reason Ara but never fajak.
"it's not like aunty doesn't want to kid, aunty's job is still unfinished behind." it's not nice to refuse Ara's wishes.
"okelah bik, if so Ara to the top first yes bik." for Ara such a thing is ordinary and he also can not force others.
upon arrival in Ara's room who saw the clock immediately took ablution and did the isha prayer. after worship he immediately took a laptop and watched his favorite Korean drama on the floor with the excuse of a small table and some risoles on a plate that had given Ara cayenne pepper spicy in it.
In the middle of the drama continued Ara heard the sound of a door in the ketok. She immediately took the instant hijab that was on her mukena shelf and immediately wore it. During her marriage, Ara had never opened her headscarf in front of Ferdiansyah at all. And Ferdiansyah also had no demands of her.
"why?"opening the door that was visible was Ferdiansyah's face was enduring the pain.
"what else?"
"why watch?"
"please massage my head, my head hurts."stepped into Ara's room without her permission. The owner is Ferdiansyah why should permission anyway. Ferdiansyah sat on the edge of the mattress and saw a laptop that was on fire that showed the face of a Korean oppa-oppa driving with the woman beside him.
"can't turn it off, my head hurts."
"who told you to come here, Ara wanted to watch instead of having a head massage."
"don't protest much, want to be an ungodly wife? mending massage my head." hearing the word Ferdiansyah cold Ara immediately took oil massage. And immediately turn off the drama of the chorea.
"sit down below." Ara's orders made Ferdiansyah look at him in confusion.
"if above, Ara is hard to sort. If you don't want to be a massage." Ferdiansyah sat directly under the bed while Ara sat on the bed.
"of course you are the only one who can threaten, ara can also." inner Ara.
so long ago the story
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