My Belittle Husband
THE STORY OF THE STINGY HUSBAND VACATION
I stared at the reflection of my body in front of the mirror, fine.
"Wear this shirt alone," I said finally after a long struggle in front of the closet to choose clothes that deserve to be used in the streets.
All this time I did not have too many good clothes, considering the stinginess of Fakhri mas when I asked for money to buy clothes.
Finished choosing clothes, I snatched the simple bag I used to go everywhere with, only this bag that I have even though I ever wanted to buy both a bag and a shirt by my in-laws but I refused because I did not want to add to the cost of my life even though I tanggunan his son.
Is Fakhri going to give money to buy a bag? As for asking for the ration of shopping only the length of naudzubilah sometimes I wonder who Fakhri is the child, because his mother is royal bangat.
"Mas, Adek is ready. Let's go" I said to Mas Fakhri.
The face of Mas Fakhri who was originally charmed became visibly wrinkled.
"Beauty, whose wife, Lah, Dek. Just bring that little bag?" ask Mas Fakhri.
I nodded too.
Mas Fakhri was still in tears looking behind my body, I don't know what was in the way.
"Search for what, um?" manya curious.
"Didn't bring lunch for a walk?"
I glared in disbelief at what I had just heard.
Heh! Have lunch?
"I mean, we go for a walk and bring supplies from home, is that it?" I still don't believe it.
Now it was Mas Fakhri's turn to nod.
"Oh my goodness, my mom. Later in the mall, many who sell food drinks, buy there, why should bring supplies from home as well anyway," said I was upset.
"Loh, Deck. It's better food from home, hygenis that cooks you too, buy food on the same beach in the mall later tuh expensive tau, it's more efficient to bring food and snacks from home." Mas Fakhri said while wiping his newly dry motorbike in the wash.
I trace the waist, if this is how mending recreation next to the house if so, wake up the same tent bring snacks and food from home, do not need to go all the way to the Mall or beach.
"Already hunted in the provision, we already want to leave this, will be hunted hot."
Sticking my legs irritated, I entered the house again with a sour face that was bent like a matted washcloth.
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Not Mas Fakhri name if not stingy and calculation, money to buy drinking water only in the fitting by Mas Fakhri.
I clucked in annoyance, hurriedly buying drinking water on the Mothers who were selling on this beach.
I stared at the group of mothers who were looking at me with astonished looks.
Street clothes are indeed clothes since I was a girl and of course I missed the model considering what year I bought this shirt when my skin was glowing, and it was all the center of their attention.
Even the clothes of my older mothers are cooler and more trendy than the clothes I wear.
"mas, already the way, adek tired to sit, do not see what adek carry a bag this big, fill food, drinks the same snack," said ketus to Mas Fakhri.
"Oh, yes, we sit there," Mas Fakhri asked.
Just now we were going to sit in the saung-saung, suddenly a man came asking for rent to sit in the saung near the beach.
"Loh, the time to sit down just have to pay anyway, Bang. Don't cheat dong!" Mas Fakhri was angry.
Just pay two thousand rupiah money only Mas Fakhri did not want to.
"Mas, come on, love me, just two thousand of these, the important thing is that we can sit down," I began to bully Mas Fakhri.
"Indeed it's such a provision, mas. If you do not have money do not want to sit well in saung dong!" the young man was angry.
"No, Deck. I just have to pay, no, I'm sitting right next,"
Mas Fakhri then pulled me away somewhere else.
After a long time of circling, finally Mas Fakhri and I sat on the fallen wood while eating provisions from home.
I can only massage the dizzy temples, really embarrassed.
If you know this better stay at home, do not need to walk if the end is like this.
But I remember, the side dishes in the house are up, I better buy tempeh tomorrow to eat.
Back I saved my money, and now I can only gulp when the fresh drink is seen in plain sight.
Mas Fakhri was still engrossed in eating while I had absolutely no appetite for lunch this time.
The fate of traveling with a stingy husband, the story of the streets that make you half dead, my mind continues to monologue while staring at the beach with the pounding of strong waves.
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These streets still continue into the Mall which is close to the beach that Mas Fakhri and I have just visited.
Even though I had reasoned to be tired, Mas Fakhri still forced me to enter.
Really, I'm embarrassed to go inside the Mall.
People with trendy and contemporary styles grabbed my eyes that currently feel very small, black flip-flops with Indo aret brand decorate my feet when my skin is pure white with the results of treatment with my in-laws.
"mas, ah ah, let's go home, why come here if you don't buy anything," I said annoyed.
My appearance is visible among the humans who pass by in the Mall.
"Awhile, Deck. Why cepet home, after all, rarely Abang take Adek road," he replied while looking at discount clothes at prices of twenty thousand to twenty-five thousand.
Yes, if the streets are not like this, if the road is like this model with a stingy husband mengeningan I sleep at home, mas.
I rolled my eyeballs, lots of nice clothes that just made my eyes hurt because I couldn't buy them.
"Udahlah, mas. Go home, do not buy also do clay, make eye pain with heart!" irked me.
I left Mas Fakhri to get out of the Mall, walking to the motorcycle that was in the parking lot.
While carrying a large backpack, I look like a person who wants to go home from the streets.
"Ck! Truly the worst streets I've ever been on" I said languishing.
It felt like crying to see the stingy Mas Fakhri, the money from the profits was for nothing in the pendam until I did not know where Mas Fakhri usually put the money from trading.
Not long after, Mas Fakhri came with two plastic sugar cane ice sold near the Mall.
"Drink ice first, Deck seger, hot-hot gini," said Mas Fakhri.
I accepted it in silence.
Indeed I am hot, yes, hot as Mas Fakhri ! where to go the road is not using a car anymore when in-laws and aunt Asih and aunt Selva have often said buy a car. I cursed hard in my heart.
"Go home, mas. Dizziness!" I called out ketus.
Mas Fakhri is still relaxing and drinking his sugar cane ice, yes. Mas, mas, it seems like you have to massage your chest often to be patient if you go for a walk with Mas Fakhri.
I went back in silence, the smell of satay, meatballs and other food bursting into my nose.
Can't be like this, I have to quickly take Mas Fakhri home if I don't want to go berserk in front of the crowd and embarrass myself.
"Mas's teacher!"
I wait for Mas Fakhri who pays the parking fee, it feels impatient to go home and sleep, relieve fatigue and grunts are restrained.
Geez, if it continues this way, my skinny body is living with her stingy husband at the level of a god, and strangely I can also be love with Mas Fakhri's male model.
Truly the rare man I have met while living in the world.
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