Mr. ARROGANT(I FOUND LOVE IN MY BOW)

INTIMIDATING

Nadine walked over to Zain, her face blushing in shame as Zain stared at her unblinkingly, even though she had promised to give her husband the right tonight. Nadine approached her husband and sat on a bicycle, Zain pedaling his bike again.

"That's my dowry, huh???..." Zain asked while pedaling his bike.

"Kok know???..."

"I saw that there was a phone number. I remember asking Ken for money, he gave me money with his phone number. Why did you put it in the charity box?..."

"May charity run through our household, sis."

"Aamiin's." Zain gave a smile hearing Nadine's reply. His heart was so happy, Nadine expected good in her household. Zain continued to pedal his ontel bike, the wheels turning on the paved road.

"Darling..." Nadine smiled, blushing embarrassed by the call given by her husband since yesterday.

"Dear." He called his wife again because he did not answer. "You can buy fried foods, make snacks later there." With his chin, Zain pointed at the fried vendor's entourage.

"May." replied Nadine so enthusiastically, because what Zain pointed out was his subscription snacks.

Zain bought a variety of fried foods, pointing one by one the fried foods he chose. While Nadine sat sweetly on her bike looking at her husband, Zain looked handsome with black slim fit pants, a black shirt behind a black leather jacket, a blend that contrasts sharply with her skin color. Its appearance is not suitable for the fashion of people who will go to the rice fields, more suitable for sightseeing abroad.

Zain took his wallet out of his pants pocket and gave 1 red banknote with the image of Indonesia's first president.

"Take the change."

"Thank you son, May the fortune be smooth and given to the child Sholeh and Sholehah."

"Aamiin's."

Zain placed his fry in a bicycle basket located on the steering wheel. And back to riding his bike. The bicycle wheels kept turning across the streets full of rocks, passing through the rice fields that lined the road.

"Sister, stop here." Zain pulled the bike brakes until the tires stopped turning near a hut.

"Where is mom?..." Zain circulated his gaze, looking for the whereabouts of his mother-in-law.

"That's... Mother's farm over there." Nadine pointed North with her index finger. The field Nadine is located a bit far from the road, to get there must pass a small road that can only be passed by pedestrians, because the left right is a rice field.

"It's far from here." Complain Zain.

"Yes, you have to walk, brother, if you don't want to go to the rice fields, the bike put it here." said Nadine, Zain did not budge.

"Bi, pick up the bike." said Nadine to the old woman sitting in the substation (the hut.)

"Yes Nduk, put it there." an old woman in her 40s pointed to the side of her hut. His hands were busy pulling the rope when he saw birds flying and eating the rice. Nadine left her bike to the owner of the hut whose land was on the side of the road.

"Who is Nduk?.." With his thumb,

The mother pointed at Zain who was standing behind Nadine.

"He's my husband, Mom."

"Oh, long time no see suddenly already have a husband. How are you going to college?..."

"I'm still going to college, Mom. It's a little snack for mom." Nadine gave 5 fried bananas and 2 tofu contents to the old mother. The fry that Zain bought on the side of the road.

"Take Nduk, so take care of you."

"No bother, ma'am."

"Thank you, yeah."

"Together"

"May the marriage last until you become a grandparent."

"Aamiinu. Then excuse me, ma'am."

"Yes, be careful."

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"Aware no sis, since then there are many who pray for our marriage loh kak." said Nadine while stepping on a road that is only about 2 kil hands wide.

"May be a prayer answered" Zain said.

"Aamiin's."

Zain followed wherever his wife's feet went. When Nadine stepped on the muddy ground her feet slipped and almost fell, lucky to catch her husband. "Be careful."

"Yes, thank you." replied Nadine who was in Zain's warm embrace.

"Assynolt...." Said Nadine and Zain together when he arrived at the hut/gardu occupied by Azizah's mother.

"Wa aleikumsalam..." Answer Azizah's mother.

Zain and Nadine kissed the back of her mother's hand in turn.

"Nadine bring fried rice with fried rice, ma'am."

"Bikin himself?..." Azizah's mother asked, after opening her challenge.

"The fried rice makes its own, if the fritters were kak Zain who bought." Nadine took over the rope held by Azizah's mother, so that her mother could eat her souvenirs. Azizah's mother washed her hands and then ate Nadine's fried rice.

After sitting on the side of the hut, Zain's eyes scanned the surroundings, the expanse of rice that was yellowing in color, looking down as it became more and more contained. A bright blue sky, with the sound of a breeze blowing through the leaves on the tree until the leaves fall, hit the rice plants to sway waving. Zain's eyes turned to observe the rope pulled by his wife when he saw a bird perched on the rice. The rope that is pulled makes the bells around the rice field sway, creating the sound "Krincing, Krincing, crincing...." . The scarecrow also moved, participating to drive away the rice thief (Burung), until all the birds that perched on the rice to eat the seeds flew to the sky.

Zain stared warmly at his wife's beautiful face, he was so grateful to be able to marry Nadine. She was a plain girl, kind and devoted to her parents. Evidently, he could forgive his mistakes easily.

"Why brother, think about me like that." asked Nadine when Zain was caught paying attention.

"Mother, go home first. Let Nadine take care of the rice." pinta Nadine.

"Not to kid. Kasian your husband, if you live here."

"It's okay Mom, I'll accompany Nadine here" Zain said.

"But Son." Azizah's mother looked very shy.

"Udah ma'am, I'm home. I must be tired from just guarding the rice fields."

***

After a small debate, Azizah's mother finally wanted to go and return home. Leaving a pair of newlyweds who are now making out.

Zain held onto the rope and occasionally pulled it when the bird came back. While Nadine lay her head on Zain's shoulder, while her hands were coiled on her husband's arm.

"Sister Zain."

"What???..."

"Sister, Zain was a long time ago!!!...."

"What length???..."

"His handsome old... Haha...." Nadine answered and laughed. Zain who heard his wife's flirtation also chuckled and then pulled his wife's nose so anxious.

"Darling..."

"What???..." Nadine asked.

"You've been a long time?..." Zain returned Nadine's question.

"What length?..."

"For long."

"Dieh kak Zain, cook his own wife in say flirty."

"But, you evicted my mother so you could have fun with me. You've always loved my modusin."

"Bioh GR... Not back."

"That's a fact."

"I'm tired of my mother, she must be tired."

"That's just your wits." Zain answered confidently.

"So every day, rice should be kept like this?..." Zain switched the conversation.

"Yes, from morning till evening. If not, the rice seeds will run out in eating birds." replied Nadine.

"If you, when will you eat my bird?..."

"Haha...." Zain was spinning as Nadine's hands tickled her husband's waist in a fit of anxiety.

"Nyebelin, nyebelin, nyebelin." Nadine's face was red with shame.

"Yes, yes, yes, my goodness, I repent." said Zain on the sidelines of the rest of his laughter.

"Tell me if I say dirty again."

"Yes, as long as you don't forget your promise."

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Nadine ketus.

Suddenly the sky began to darken in fog, dark clouds began to coagulate into one. In the interlude of the thunder that boomed so loudly deafened the eardrum.

"Sister, it must be raining. Let's go home."

"Come on."

They rushed off down from the substation, had just had their feet hit the ground, the rain immediately descended with a rush. Make a couple of husband and wife back up to take shelter in the hut (gardu), sitting in the corner of the substation to avoid splashing rain water. Zain opened his black leather jacket, pulling Nadine in his arms. Zain hugged Nadine's back from behind, then draped his large jacket over Nadine's tiny body, making his wife drown inside the oversized jacket.

Zain was able to provide warmth to Nadine amid the current chill. A few moments later Nadine changed her position. She turned around so she could hug her husband from the front comfortably. Zain's warm embrace made Nadine feel comfortable until she finally fell asleep.

A while later, Zain was still observing the beautiful face of his innocent wife who was still sleeping. He kissed his wife many times. How many times Zain kissed his wife, there was not the slightest satisfaction. Zain's eyes turned on his wife's flirtatious lips, Zain looking in all directions. Determine whether there are people or not. It was quiet, only the sound of rain was heard.

Zain put his lips on Nadine's lips, tasting them alternately from top to bottom. His hands are not silent. Move agilely in the covered part of the jacket. The kiss deepened and deepened. Wake the owner awake, surprised and open his eyes. Then push her husband's chest until the link of their lips comes off.

"Sister, embarrassed. We're out in the open again. What if I see someone?..." Nadine looked around.

"There's not. Aman." Zain approached Nadine's face again but she turned away.

"Sister, shame on seeing people." Nadine whines, refuses.

"There's no one." Zain pulled out his jacket to cover the heads of both of them. Makes them feel comfortable behind their jackets. Kissing in the hut (gardu) accompanied by the sound of rain and rice that swayed to the lick.

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