Married To An Ex

Sambal lovers

Tonight Nabila stays at Rifky's house at the request of her two in-laws. Even so, she slept in her husband's room alone. Reno and Ayun throw out their son and tell him to stay in the apartment. 

It sounded sad, but it was a punishment that had been set for Rifky who had lied to him to make a prolonged misunderstanding. 

''Mom and dad are sure you want to kick me out of this house?'' Clenched both his hands. He continued to beg for mercy from his parents. 

''Yakin. You have to stay in the apartment for one month, Ayun replied very confidently. 

Standing in the doorway. Stop Rifky from breaking in. His decision can no longer be challenged. 

Nabila can't say anything. Can't defend her husband, can't forbid her mother. Maybe it is better because until now he is not ready to do husband and wife relations. It took time to adapt and get to know more deeply before giving up his honor.  

''Just accept it. It's only one month anyway. And I think that's enough to make you even more mature.'' Reno peppered the wife who had been ignited emotions. 

Of course Rifky doesn't take it, upset. When Nabila returned, he was separated by his own parents. Obnoxious, right? Wanting to resist, it will make things more complicated, maybe giving up is the only way. 

If you know like this, I will not take Nabila home. Better go straight to the apartment. 

"Well, for one month I'll stay in the apartment" replied Rifky resignedly. Staring at Nabila who stood behind his parents. 

"But I don't have a shirt, ma'am." Nabila spoke up. 

Rifky thought clearly. Maybe he can take advantage of this situation to be able to stay with Nabila, looking for reasons so they can get out together again. 

''Easy, later I will tell people to take your clothes, '' said Reno casually. 

''Later to buy it at the mom's subscription boutique, '' Ayun added. Not a little bit of space for Rifky. 

There was no reason for the two of them to stay together. Nabila is unlikely to fight his two in-laws. Even with Rifky, he will give up and give the opportunity to the mother along with his wife until the appointed time. 

''I go, '' said Rifky heavily. Walking backwards, inwardly still hoping to get a residence permit in the house. But it seems useless, until arriving beside the car Reno and Ayun remain silent in place without calling him. 

Rifky's departure is not too problematic for Nabila, instead he uses this time as well as possible, learning to be a good wife and not disappointing. He also hopes Rifky also learns to be the husband he wants. 

''Now you go to the room, don't mind Rifky. If he really loves you, he will continue to fight. Father and mother are doing this for your future, Reno said firmly. 

''Yes, Dad. Excuse me.'' Nabila doesn't talk much. He went straight to Rifky's room to rest. 

Having just set foot in the room, the phone in his hand rang making Nabila surprised. He rushed to open it and read the incoming message, it was from Rifky. 

I'll pick you up tomorrow. Seven o'clock must be ready, yes, just say you want to go to a friend's house. For clothes, I have prepared in the closet.

Dahi Nabila wrinkled. Without replying to her husband's message, she placed her phone on the table and opened the closet. His eyes were surprised to see the women's clothes mixed with Rifky's. 

''What are all these clothes that Rifky meant?'' Bringing one by one.

When viewed from brands, nothing is cheap. All from the famous and classy brand. Nabila accidentally finds a simple negligee next to Rifky's shirt. 

''Who put this here?'' Take it and scan it closely. Right, it was his negligee who might have missed in that room while still living there. 

''No way Rifky did it. He's just as disgusted as this kind of shirt." Fold it with the origin and put it at the bottom of the closet near the drawer. Then lie down and close your eyes. 

After carrying out his duties, Nabila went to the kitchen. He joined the house assistants who were already struggling with work. Help auntie make food for Ayun and Reno. 

Repeatedly forbidden not to make Nabila retreat. He remained steadfast in helping them prepare some of the necessary foodstuffs. 

''No pa-pa, Bi. I prefer it like this.'' Grab the shrimp in aunt's hand and wash it. 

''No, Non. Yonya is angry.'' Aunt tried to take it again. However, Nabila held the powerful shrimp that was already in the basin. 

"I don't want to go anyway. I'll keep helping you.'' Appointed three housekeepers who looked terrified.  

They had to allow Nabila rather than continue arguing and there was no end to it. 

This morning Nabila cooked shrimp fried rice like Bibi said. Make jam toast and also low-fat milk. Bitter black coffee for father-in-law. While aunt made some other side dishes. 

''This is it, Bi?" Nabila stared at the food menu that had been arranged at the dining table. 

''Yes, Non. Aunty deliberately did not make sambal, because lovers of the sauce do not sleep here?'' Aunt giggling makes Nabila astonished. 

''Sambal lovers? Who, Bi?" tanya Nabila makes it clear. 

''Don't know if Den Rifky is a lover of sambal?" ask auntie back. 

Nabila shook her head, holding back a laugh that almost exploded considering Rifky while eating at his house.

It was only fitting that time he ate raw chili, apparently he liked spicy food. 

Opening the fridge. Take the chili and bring it to the kitchen. Then peel the red onion. Asking aunt to get the terasi. 

"You want to do something else, Non?" ask aunt curiously. 

"Cattern, Bi. Later I want to bring it to Rifky," said Nabila whispered. I remember a message from Rifky last night that was gonna pick him up. 

My aunt lifted her thumb and smiled. Strongly agree with the decision of Nabila who chose to return with the employer.

After finishing cooking, Nabila prepared. This morning the girl looked very pretty and graceful in a knee-length gray dress. Long unravel hair with flops on the left, also wearing high heels.

Put food into the bushel. Not forgetting his sambal. Asking aunt not to tell her mother-in-law.

''Where are you going, Bil?'' Suddenly the voice surprised him.

Nabila turned to the source of the voice and smiled. Shows the food that is already in the bushel and ready to be taken away.

''You go to the house, Mom," replied Nabila hesitatingly. Lying is not his type, making him misbehave.

''Just say you want to meet with Rifky," Ayun sneered.

Nabila simply responded with a shy smile.