Maura: The New Year Tragedy

Don't Just Promise, But Prove

With a slow step Bryan entered the house after calming down and reflecting on all the mistakes he had made towards his wife, Freya. So long he pondered all the mistakes he had made in the Dragon cage, the name of the Bengal tiger he had taken care of from Dragon was still a baby. And now the clock is showing at one midnight. He returns to the middle of the night waiting for Freya to sleep. She is not ready to meet Freya face to face for her mistakes that never fulfilled Freya's wishes as well as her baby. Not like the promise he made after getting Freya.

Bryan stopped and frowned when he saw the kitchen lights on. He just looked at it and didn't care who was there. He just wanted to go back to his room, make sure his wife slept well.

The clontang!!

Akkhhhhh!!!

Bryan turned his head toward the kitchen when he heard a noise from the kitchen, "Why is that sound like Freya's?" inner Bryan.

Bryan then undoes his intention to climb the stairs, he steps closer to the kitchen to make sure that it is not Freya's voice and that it is certainly not a thief. If until there are thieves who dare to enter his house, it is certain that the thief is sending their lives voluntarily.

"Who's there?"

Freya who was sitting on the floor while rubbing her feet affected by hot water looked up when she heard Bryan's voice.

"Mas Bryan." muttered Freya by trying to stand up while holding the heat on her right leg. She didn't want her husband to see her hurt. She did not want her husband to ban her from going into the kitchen again.

"Armghhh!!" freya groaned as she endured the pain and heat on her right leg.

"That's right Freya's voice." Bryan muttered and sped up his steps toward the kitchen when Freya heard a groaning sound.

"Dearly!!" cry Bryan when he saw Freya standing slightly down while holding her feet that felt sore and hot.

Bryan passed a mini bar table and found his wife's feet reddened and there was also a teflon pot that seemed to be used to cook water lying on the floor. He stared at Freya who looked down in pain, not daring to return her gaze. Bryan approaches Freya and without much questioning and nagging, Bryan takes Freya into his arms.

Freya herself was just silent in her husband's arms who would take her to the room. She was so afraid that her husband would scold her. Moreover, her husband's mood was erratic after being insinuated by Opa Surya.

After Bryan sat himself in bed, Freya just kept quiet to see her husband painstakingly treating the burns on her legs. Freya's eyes dewy when she saw her usual husband nagging her for being careless. But now, her husband was just silent without looking at her while treating her injuries.

"Sorry Freya!!" freya's voice sounded hoarse and raucous as it held back her tears from falling. She felt guilty for her husband who had not defended her husband when her husband was reviled and insinuated Opa Surya.

Bryan caught a glimpse of Freya and exhaled softly and continued to smear the ointment of the grill cream on Freya's leg.

"What were you doing in the kitchen?" bryan asked who ignored the apology from his wife.

Freya just looked down and shook her head, she felt that her husband was angry with her. Moreover, her husband did not pay attention to her apology earlier.

Bryan closed his eyes for a moment and re-cleaned the medicinal equipment before he was saved back.

"If there's nothing, why were you in the kitchen at midnight like this?" bryan asked and saw the water bottle above the nightstand still filled with three-quarters.

"Water drinks a lot."

"Are you hungry?"

"Eat him you're in the kitchen and intending to cook." guess Bryan who's already put the medicine kit back in place.

Still looking down, Freya slowly lowered her head twice. He went to the kitchen to cook because he was hungry. He was very eager to cook spaghetti, but in the refrigerator there are still leftovers that can be heated again, but he wanted to eat another, namely spaghetti.

"What do you want? Let me make it."

Freya raised her head and shook her head quickly. She did not want her husband to make a riot in the kitchen again like when he asked to be cooked sapo tofu. Especially later if the results of cooking that actually makes the stomach heartburn because it cannot be eaten.

"No.no..!! No need to."

"I don't want to eat anything." rejected Freya who did not want stomach pain if Bryan cooked for her.

"I was just cooking water, I just wanted to drink warm water earlier." let Freya find safety rather than being honest and end up eating Bryan's dishes that definitely taste like no good until they cannot be swallowed.

"Drink warm water!" Freya nodded quickly with a faint smile as Bryan repeated his words.

"There's a special hot water dispenser."

"Why bother cooking water?"

"And why did I see that there was a paste wrapper open near the plate?"

"It's impossible to drink water with a plate."

Freya swallowed her saliva with great difficulty. Her husband had clearly seen the conditions in the kitchen. Want to give up like anything, surely her husband will continue to ask because the condition that Bryan saw earlier was not like what Freya said.

Bryan squinted his eyes at Freya who was panicking by moving his pupils left and right as if looking for the right answer. Also the two hands whose fingers are tightly interlocked. Bryan was sure his wife was lying if she only wanted to drink warm water, someone would want to cook it.

"Did you want to cook pasta?"

"Honestly, if you're hungry and you want to eat pasta, let me make it" said Bryan, who got up from his seat.

"no need. I'm not hungry." Freya held onto one of Bryan's hands with a trembling hunger-holding pain in her leg.

"Related??" Bryan stared fixedly at Freya who looked a little pale and sweaty as well as the hand that held her hand felt trembling.

Freya nodded doubtfully along with her stomach which read "Kruuukkk!!".

"Why can't you compromise the deck anyway???" freya grumbled in her heart as her stomach rang indicating that she was hungry. His son could not be collaborated. What if they both eat the results of his father's cooking and make his stomach hurt and heartburn? Pity the baby who is still in the stomach.

Bryan let out a slow breath and took off Freya's hand which was holding his hand. "Wait here! I'll make you pasta."

"But....!!" Freya seemed to doubt that her husband could cook spaghetti for her given that her husband could not cook.

"Sort it out and see the results."

Freya looked at Bryan who passed away leaving herself and heading towards the kitchen.

"I'm afraid that Mas Bryan will not cook but wake up the people who are sleeping." Freya muttered, worried that her husband would make a mess in the kitchen.

"I'll see, I'll help him."

"I'm afraid what I'm worried about will happen."

Freya got down slowly from the bed and walked while holding back the pain on her legs towards the kitchen following her husband who she said would cook spaghetti for her.

Freya peered over the wall, seeing Bryan making spaghetti for herself. "How different was it from that time? Tonight Mas Bryan looks handsome with a peanut-colored apron." muttered Freya who admired the good looks of her husband. Rarely did he see such a sight tonight. The scene where her husband skillfully concocts and processes spaghetti.

Freya closed her eyes as her nose smelled a scent that so stirred her appetite and made her really hungry. Inhaled by the aroma of the fragrance from the results of her husband's cooking, "Mas Bryan knew very well that I wanted to eat spaghetti aglio olio." muttered Freya who was happy because what she wanted was made directly with her husband's own hands, he did not say he wanted to eat spaghetti aglio olio. But it turns out that her husband already has a strong feeling with himself as well as the child who is still in the womb.

"You taste good, about the results are delicious also not yes."

"Or not-don't be inedible anymore" thought Freya who felt doubtful about the results of her husband's cooking can be eaten what not and as good as smelling what not.

"It's been said that it's not down, why go down."

Freya realized from her daydream, she was surprised when Bryan was in front of her. She grimaced as her legs hurt while rubbing her chest in shock at the sound of her husband now looking at her sharply and annoyed.

"I...I wanted to akkkhhh!!!"

Freya did not continue her speech because Bryan suddenly carried her and sat her down on the dining table chair.

"It!! I'm special cooking for you and junior Bryan to atone for all my guilt for ignoring the wishes of the two of you, who never indulged in your wishes."

"Dad presents spaghetti agglio olio to Mother and junior Bryan as a sign of your pardon" Bryan said sincerely as he bowed slightly to Freya.

Freya's teary eyes stared alternately at Bryan and a plate of love-shaped spaghetti agglio olio. With trembling lips forming a smile and tears that had somehow fallen, Freya stood up and hugged her husband tightly.

"Thank you!! Thank you for making spaghetti aglio olio for Freya."

"Mas Bryan knew Freya wanted to eat spaghetti aglio olio?" asked Freya who had taken off her arms to her husband.

Bryan smiled and wiped away the tears that fell on his beautiful wife's cheeks. "I got a telepathic signal from Bryan Junior saying that his mother wanted to eat spaghetti agglio olio. That's why I made it special for you."

Freya clucked bitterly at the narcissistic answer from her husband even though her lips could not afford to not smile happily. "Kc..It must have tasted bad and certainly later could not be bitten and chewed. Make stomach pain alone." mocked Freya and sat back staring at a plate of spaghetti agglio olio-shaped love that is so tempting his faith to be eaten soon to run out.

Bryan chuckled little to see Freya wetting her own lips and was also seen several times swallowing her saliva. He sat down next to Freya and shifted a glass of warm water to make it easier for Freya to take it.

"That's a lot of saliva that's been dripping out." Suddenly Freya rubbed the tip of her lips that she thought what Bryan said was true.

Bryan laughed at his wife's adorable actions. Though he was just teasing, but his wife was taking seriously if her saliva came out.

"The husband's base sucks." Freya grumbled and took a fork to pick up the spaghetti that had been waving her hand asking to be eaten immediately.

Bryan looked at Freya who did not continue to chew as a mouthful of spaghetti entered his mouth. "What's so bad about spaghetti? I haven't made spaghetti and the like for a long time, last time I passed S3." Bryan's inner failure to make food for his wife.

"Don't." Freya held the plate with both hands and her mouth chewed the spaghetti she had just put in her mouth.

"It's delicious. Who said it wasn't good?"

"It's so good to know it's not good." Freya reclaims her plate and is placed near Bryan.

"Freya wants Mas Bryan to feed Freya."

"Mas Bryan's spaghetti agglio olio is delicious." praised Freya who did not expect that her husband could make spaghetti agglio olio as good as in a fancy restaurant. And this time he ate a spaghetti that was so delicious and delicious.

"Newly know you that your handsome, smart and kind husband is a cook" said Bryan arrogantly boasting of himself while feeding Freya. He seemed to forget that he was so unsure of his cooking when Freya never chewed the food he cooked.

"Kc...Just been praised so much was already a big head." - a pity Freya who regretted giving praise to her narcissistic husband.

"I'm not a big head, baby."

"I'm good at just making some pasta."

"Because that's all I can cook in college and live alone in London" explains Bryan who used to eat only pasta, pasta, and living alone, and pasta alone while in college and living in London.

Freya nodded because her mouth was so full that she had trouble chewing. Too many mouthfuls that Bryan gave himself to make him chew for a long time.

Bryan gave Freya a glass of warm water as she choked on her own food. "Slow down when you eat." - Bryan

Freya nodded and again asked for a bribe from Bryan. Until the plate was full

spaghetti aglio olio-shaped love runs out without leaving the contents of the rest of the food.

"For Mas!! Aaaa..." Freya asked to be fed again, her stomach still feels hungry. Not full.

Bryan's forehead shriveled and looked at the plate that had finished its contents, it was empty just left.

"It's over, baby. You still hungry?"

Freya nodded and looked at the plate that was near Bryan and sure enough it had run out no spaghetti left.

"Yes, you're here first let me make it again" said Bryan who moved from his seat with a dirty plate to put it in the sink.

"No need. I'm full." stop Freya by holding Bryan's hand, make her husband sit back.

"She was still hungry."

"I'll make you another spaghetti aglio olio." Freya shook her head quickly.

"No need, it's two o'clock. We better get some sleep."

"Mas Bryan's working tomorrow."

"But I want to make you happy."

"I want to keep all the cravings of you and Bryan junior."

"I promise you will always obey your wishes and desires as long as it is a reasonable limit."

"Whether it's luxury or cheap."

"Whether it's expensive or cheap"

"I'll promise you to buy it."

"I promise."

Freya smiled at Bryan's words that looked so sincere as she looked at him. The husband's hand and kissed the husband's right hand back and forth from the back of the hand and the palm alternated as much as he wanted.

"Freya doesn't want Mas Bryan to make Freya's promise."

"Freya wanted better Mas Bryan to prove Mas Bryan's promises to Freya all along."

"Remember Mas, that woman just needs proof not a promise."

"Because a promise can be broken, but if proof is another story."

"Proof is the original form if we are serious and sure to do that for the people we love and care about."

"So Mas Bryan knows what Freya wants right now?"

Bryan returned Freya's smile and nodded slowly. He kissed Freya's hands alternately with affection.

"Well, I won't make any more sweet promises to you, but I'll prove it to you right away." Bryan took Freya by his arms. "If I love you and love you" whispered Bryan, kissing Freya's neck.

Freya smiled and tightened her arms at Bryan. "Freya will also love and love Bryan's father if Bryan's father wants to obey the wishes of Mother Freya."

"So it." protested Bryan took off his embrace and looked at the sweet-smiling Freya. Bryan squinted his eyes, his feelings were already bad. For sure now his wife will ask for and want something beyond reason again.

"Why? He said he wanted to obey Freya's wishes as well as debay."

"Why are you protesting now?"

Bryan scooped his face rough, himself again wrong talking with his wife. Yes, he will obey all the wishes of Freya and Bryan junior, but when he saw the smile of his wife Bryan so unsure if his wife wanted to pounce on something natural.

Bryan exhaled slowly, "What do you want?" bryan asked at the end. He is better off succumbing than being branded as a husband who does not know himself, usually just make the dough without giving additional service to make the dough more perfect.

Freya smiled and stood up from her seat, moving to sit on the lap of the husband. He held both hands on Bryan's shoulders and linked them to his hands behind Bryan's neck.

"Freya wants us to go to Father's grave tomorrow."

"Freya kangen the same father."

"Freya wants to see you." Freya's voice sounded hoarse with teary eyes. He really misses his father. After he moved to the city of J, he had not yet visited his father's meal at all.

He brought Freya's body into his arms. Bryan feels guilty for Freya, supposedly before getting married yesterday he brought Freya to visit Mr. Armand's meal. Or at will after marrying her and Freya visit the tomb of Mr. Armand rather than vacation.

"Alright, tomorrow we go to town S."

"We went there to meet the Father" said Bryan while stroking the hair of the head as well as Freya's back.

"really?? Bryan didn't lie?" asked Freya so enthusiastically.

Bryan smiled and briefly kissed Freya's lips with anxiety. "Yes dear, but before you go tomorrow you should check with your doctor first. I don't want anything bad to happen to you both."

"okay!!" Freya smiled and hugged Bryan again with such a happy feeling. Finally he could meet his father again tomorrow after almost half a year he did not visit his father's meal.

"Darling!!" call Bryan in a hoarse voice.

"Hmmm!!" Freya just cleared her throat while kissing Bryan's neck and exhaling warm breaths several times on Bryan's neck and ears.

"You have made him wake up."

"Do you want to be responsible?" bryan's breath feels hunting when just imagining Freya is currently in a state of nude teasing her.

"No." Freya answered quickly and escaped from Bryan.

"Freya sleepy! Freya wants to sleep!" freya exclaimed and passed away away from Bryan towards their room. He held back his smile as well as his laughter when he saw Bryan's expression that was like a bego when he stayed and did not want responsibility.

"Damn!! Why did I become like a cheap man who was touched just a little bit straight up."

"Review you're Freya!! I'm not letting you go!" grumbled Bryan who then took a thousand steps chasing Freya who was almost to climb the stairs.

Akkhhhhhh

"Mas Bryan!! Get down Freya.." Freya was so shocked when Bryan suddenly carried her in his carrier. She was so afraid that her husband asked for rations, considering that there had been several days almost a week not giving rations to Bryan.

"will not. I'm not gonna put you to sleep tonight." Bryan calmly led Freya into the room.

"Arrghhh....Mamaaaa.please Reyaaa."

"Yahoo!!!!!!"

"Yamaa!! Bad Mama's son!!!"