Married To Chef Jutek

Barbed Rose

Melati cries even more as Arjuna kisses her for the 2nd time. The man took off his kiss and hugged his wife tightly.

"I'm sorry, honey. Sorry.." he said.

^^^

If the man knew, the woman was terrified that night. She was afraid of something happening to her husband when she heard the commotion in the room, especially when she saw the husband covered in blood on the back of her hand. His heart was agitated, afraid and all the flavors mixed into one. Why did the husband hurt his own hand. Until the woman thought, If her presence only makes her husband suffer and causes his man to be angry, then it is better that he just leave from there.

That night he decided to leave the house. She went to take Revi, daughter of Juwita, her husband's ex-lover. Keep them out of the house. Melati thinks maybe her husband needs to be alone and needs peace so Melati desperate to leave that night. It turned out that on a cold night, the rain was pouring down, the sky seemed to be angry with the earth. Lightning looked extremely frightening, and glittering lightning licked the ground. Jasmine had brought nothing, only a leather jacket and two hundred thousand dollars in hand, because of the rush of mobile phones and credit cards were left behind.

^^^

"Mas promised not to be angry again with you, I'm sorry dear. I'm sorry, ma'am." Arjuna pleads.

Melati returned Arjuna's embrace, she nodded quickly, agreeing. His lips could say nothing. Her heart is happy, her husband is back to normal, her soul is calm no more to misunderstandings.

"You eat, yeah! You haven't eaten, have you?" ask Arjuna. He led his wife to sit down.

"Mas also must not have eaten," said his wife.

"Yes, we eat together, yes!" once again Melati nodded quickly, assuring.

Arjuna immediately helped Melati remove the mucus, then put on an instant hijab that was nearby. Once again hugged his wife, long time. Then warm his forehead. Guilt still lingered in the corner of his heart.

They walked hand in hand out of the Flower room, straight towards the dining table. The atmosphere was quiet, no one dared to tease. Everyone made room for the two of them, just the two of them.

At the table there was food available, Melati was about to move to get Arjuna, but the man forbade. He moved himself to take everything. After finishing placing a plate of rice and side dishes in front.

"Eat, yes!" pinta Arjuna full of hope, while thrusting a spoonful of rice to his lover.

While silent, she took over the spoon from her husband's hand, and turned to feed it to Arjuna.

"My mother must start everything, makmum followed after," said Melati lirih.

Arjuna smiled, opened his mouth and continued to stare at the woman before him.

"Enak, Mommy?" ask Melati.

"Snake your cooking." Melati smile.

Arjuna grabbed his wife's fingers and kissed her, then took the spoon in his hand and took turns feeding his wife food.

"You should eat too." Melati nodded while taking a bribe from her husband's hand.

They both laughed, but Melati's tears would not stop flowing.

"Don't cry anymore, please .... "

"I can't express my happiness other than with these tears. I'm grateful we can come back like this. I was scared last night, I'm afraid that ... "

"Stttt, stttt ...." Arjuna shook his head while covering his wife's thin lips with his fingers. "The wrong one, I'm sorry."

****

Somewhere in the city of Bandung, the Melati family has just moved into their old house. Arjuna stopped the usual medical money transferred to Mr. Melati. Accept that fact, Madam Melati. There is no income, while Mr. Fikri has not been able to work too hard.

By forced his wife to be a washerman from house to house to connect life, because as long as Arjuna send money only in use for fun and run out instantly. Mr. Fikri was sitting on a wooden chair in the courtyard of the shabby house, while Mr. Fikri was drying his mattress.

"Sir! We need to find Melati in town. In any case we are Mr. Arjuna's father-in-law. He shouldn't be stingy with us." said Ms. Fikri.

"Mom, shame Ma'am. The shame! Mr. Arjuna was well willing to finance the treatment of Mr. until Mr. now better like this. We never knew how Melati was there, Mom. Is he happy, is he treated well. Sometimes you regret, until now you have not once made the child happy."

"Why must be ashamed, it's his own decision to marry Melati, not us who mean it. So inevitably, like we do not like this is her in-laws. He also has to finance our daily needs as well dong, sir. He has a lot of money! Oh, so it's like that? Keep fighting that golden boy! Think of it as the rose! He's also Father's son!"

Mr. Fikri took a deep breath while stroking his chest. The man was tired of always arguing with his wife when talking about Melati. He walked in the house slowly. Her heart was sad to think of her daughter who was willing to stay in a stranger's house for their sake.

"If you don't want us to come there and ask for accountability, you have to work! Meet the needs of the family.Do not usually just bother wife and child. Every day I have to bone up to eat us, you think it's good? Easy?" sulk Bu Fikri while patting the Mattress that was sun dried in the sun.

His wife continued to grumble at length, non-stop. Mr. Fikri continued to slowly step into the room. When he got inside, he sat down slowly at the side of the bed. He took a picture of Melati, which he hid under a pillow, and hugged her.

"Pardon your Father who has not been able to make you happy, son. Really, I really want to catch up with you. But, your mother always forbade. Now when the money is up and Mr. Arjuna does not send any more money. Your mother just invited you there just to ask for money. It seems, you are happier to be a street beggar than begging there. Use your child just to make money. You're on the sell, son. I feel really guilty."

Mr. Fikri was sad, in a swab of photos of Melati still wearing White Grey clothes, the boy hugged the book with a smile. Then Mr. Fikri kissed him. His heart misses his daughter very much. He felt guilty for sending Melati there.

"Mother misses, son. Homesickness ... Not even you can finish your school. You are useless."

Suddenly the rose came from the kitchen and approached his mother.

"Why the hell, Mom? It's noisy?" tanya Rose ruffled her hands around her waist, asking her mother. He wears shorts until mid-thigh and a white tanktop.

"That's it, your father. Ordinary, bring the golden boy."

"Yes eelah. Mom, I don't know the same dad. Diemin aja, ntar also diem itself. Jasmine, Jasmine and Jasmine. My boss is named after him. Eneg!"

"Otherwise, Mother. Every time I look at his face, I remember his mother. Once a child of prostitution* remains a prostitute** ."

"Hahaha, at most there in soain the same servant Mr. Arjuna, huh! Cassian." The rose smiled wryly, mocking.

"Here you go, don't think about him. Dizziness head. We will go to Jakarta sometime. We'll take a look at that Arjuna, if Melati is suffering from a prank, pretend we'll tell everyone later that she's torturing your brother."

"Good idea, Mom. Tired of living gini-gini mulu. Uh, still no money left over from him?"

"Abis, Son. Do you work on going out with your friends, use all-trained events. If we are difficult, only two months not sent money, we are already miserable."

"Ah, Mommy. Uh, later if we go to Jakarta, we stay at his house, yes! I'd like to ask you at the school. That's college, Mom. Must be cool, so his brother-in-law is an artist, a famous chef." The rose smiles itself.

"Roses, you know how jasmine is. It was impossible for Arjuna to be with him. So later if we stay there, you have to get his heart. If he likes you, he'll divorce Melati and marry you."

"Wahhhh, great idea, Mom! hahaa." The rose ran up to her mother and jumped in excitement.