My Belittle Husband
SHOPPING MONEY BALLAD
Today, I was completely confused, the shopping ration money had run out unceremoniously.
Where else the gas runs out, brown sugar and kitchen spices are absolutely no alias ludes.
Sighing annoyed, I was forced to ask Fakhri for money, although I was sure it would be very difficult to ask for money from him.
His stingy nature pisses me off every time I want to ask for money to shop, anyway, but that too to satiate his stomach as well.
Sometimes I like to wonder, for what money works well in the store if my investment ration is only one hundred thousand a week.
Let alone to buy clothes, cosmetics and skincare, to be able to eat well with thin shopping money has been profitable but fortunately my daughter-in-law bu Ayu good people sometimes I was invited to the salon, he said to take care of himself so that the husband does not get smitten.
Finally I set foot to ask Fakhri for money.
mas Fakhri looks serious and focused on calculating the money from the profits of the store, pretty much also thought I after seeing the amount of money in blue and pink on the table.
I approached Fakhri mas, then with great difficulty I tried to throw a sentence to ask for shopping money.
"Mas, the money that last week mas kasikan has run out, the gas is just a little, brown sugar is the same seasoning the kitchen has run out," I told Mas Fakhri.
Mas Fakhri does not want to work in an office like his father Rafi he wants to have his own business, Mas Fakhri who is currently, is now calculating his trading profits, he stopped his act of stroking the pink and dark blue money.
"Byeah, Deck. Quickly exhausted, a hundred thousand dollars tuh a lot of know, the time can be as fast as it runs out," said Mas Fakhri.
I let out a tired sigh, I thought it would be hard to ask my husband for money.
"Mas, the one hundred thousand that I loved yesterday was last week, the money has run out Adek spent in the stall," I replied again to Mas Fakhri.
"What do you buy, Dek, for a hundred thousand dollars so soon as it runs out?"
I try to be patient, it feels like I just want to ask for this serepot shopping money.
"Just think to yourself, this week whatever vegetables and side dishes I came in to eat you, Mas."
After getting this upset, the money in front of my eyes just thrust it to me what is the difficulty?
The money was the profit from trading, during this week, I also skimmed by brainwashing how to eat good with vegetables and side dishes with spending money for one week.
Mas Fakhri every meal is always like a starving person, rice in the magic com that I cooked a lot is always reduced a lot if Fakhri eat first.
In fact, I cooked a lot of rice to be able to eat three times a day.
Because the money I asked him not to give me, I waltzed into the room in a dongkol.
There was a lot of money before my eyes, I really could not ask for more than a hundred thousand.
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This morning I deliberately did not cook, the gas ran out and the kitchen spices ran out.
I just let Fakhri mas who have been up and ready to go to trade.
"Loh, Deck. How did you cook this morning?" ask Fakhri when opening the hood.
I turned to answer Fakhri's question for a while, then answered while washing clothes in the bathroom where the door was open.
"What can you cook this morning?" ask me to ask back.
"Yes cook as you normally cook, Dek. When I'm leaving for trade, I don't have breakfast."
Rubbing my clothes hard, I was upset because Mas Fakhri was not also sensitive that in the basin where I used to put vegetables completely empty there were no green vegetables there.
I stood up, leaving the laundry a little more to get close to Fakhri.
"What to cook, mas. Lookie! Vegetables are not there, gas cylinders run out, kitchen seasonings have been lost all, yesterday right, Adek has asked for money to shop, yes if this morning you do not eat yes not one Adek," I said while taking the empty basin and showing it to Fakhri.
Mas Fakhri glared, with a sullen face, the wallet he always kept in his pants pocket.
"Well, fifty thousand, enough right, buy gas cylinders same seasoning kitchen, and vegetables?"
I snatched the money that Fakhri mas offered quickly, should be from yesterday's cake, should wait for me not to cook new money.
"If you can buy the same chicken meat sekilo, yes Dek." I'm clucking.
Fakhri mas basic, a lot of want but give money mediocre like this, tomorrow want to eat vegetables what else? I'm sure this fifty-thousand dollars will ludes when spent at the stall.
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"Dad?"
"Hem" I replied as Fakhri called me.
"Let's see here, deh."
I was busy watching television was trying to get closer to Fakhri.
Today, Fakhri mas is a trading holiday, so all day only at home.
"See what the hell, mas?" manya curious.
"Good yeah, Deck."
"Yes, Bang. That's good, you want to buy it?" my many.
Tumben-tumbenan mas Fakhri look around the clothes of a couple commonly called a couple shirt.
"Oh, no, Deck. Brother just look around, baby money to buy clothes, clothes we're, there's still a lot in the closet." I rolled my eyeballs.
Holy hooch! Buy clothes only once a year when Lebaran, it's also because I whine to buy clothes because every Lebaran only wear the robe.
"Yes, if you have no interest in buying, why do you look around," I said annoyed.
"Well, it's okay, just look around, baby, money just to buy that dress, mending in the Deck tube, right?"
"Whoa, whatever you are."
I went into the room, so empet immeasurable to hear the ravings of Fakhri.
Just tell me you love spending money to buy that shirt. Let alone buy clothes, five hundred silver money that fell in the got, you search until you have to plunge into the stinking mud.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
you mas basic.
Today I only cook kale stir-fry that cost one thousand rupiah, I buy two ties to later mixed with tofu so that you can all for the side dish.
mas Fakhri who was fresh after bathing, immediately sat at the dinner table when I had served rice, and vegetables and crackers on the table.
His forehead creased when he saw my cooking this morning.
"Sir, how come there's no side dish, anyway?" ask Fakhri.
I can only sigh, do not let go of long nagging because it is still morning to frown.
"Yes, what do you want to eat? The side dishes are all in the kale stir-fry, save, yes, so that the money of a hundred thousand is enough for a week's ration," I replied as I continued to take and pour it into my own plate.
"Isn't that enough money to buy chicken or sea fish?"
I growled too long ago.
"Yes then do not need to eat vegetables, let's eat side dishes," I replied ketus.
Mas Fakhri's face is bent sour, feel the mas. Eat the wrong one who is stingy so you can not eat well every day.
I eat while continuing to mendumel in the heart, fortunately until the rice runs out I do not choke or even put rice into the nose for example, can be chili so.
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