My Belittle Husband

RETALIATION

After the road incidents that upset my heart, I intend to avenge Mas Fakhri this time.

My husband never liked to eat no side dishes, yeah, that's it. Wanting to eat was always good, but his wife was never given more money.

So this morning, I deliberately did not cook the side dish, even though there were three eggs in the storage cabinet, that's where I used to store, because the refrigerator did not have.

Surprised me, sometimes it feels like living with a husband who only works odd jobs because all things are not there and do not have.

Though Bang Imron shop is crowded, certainly a lot of money fortunately, but never granted when I asked to buy a refrigerator other than that his family people are, but it is, moreover, every family gathering must be asked the same family Mas Fakhri kok I dull, clothes and bags are not good.

"Deck, where black bokser pants have a mas!" mas Fakhri from the Room.

I who was busy grumbling in my heart was upset and shouted back loudly.

"There, mas. In closet!"

I'm lazy to move, vegetable stir-fried beans with small tempe slices. That's all I cook for breakfast.

"Nothing, Dek!"

I let out a breath.

Kan, if not me who prepared all, where will meet all the items that would be used Mas Fakhri.

It's still stingy with his wife who can all this, huft.

I walked irritatedly towards the room, seen Mas Fakhri who was standing in front of the closet with bare chest, a towel wrapped around his waist tightly.

"Where the hell isn't there, the guy in the closet is all mas. Habits, man. Nyari nothing not to meet," my constant nagging at Mas Fakhri.

While the diomel only grinned horses, actually make empet.

I pulled the black bokser that was being sought by Mas Fakhri, then I raised it in front of his face with eyebrows raised high.

"This what?"

"Hehehe, mas bokser pants, Deck."

"Other times if you look for anything thorough, mas."

"Yes, yes, bring it."

"Udahlah, want to continue drying clothes first."

Then I left Mas Fakhri in the room to take the laundry that had not been dried.

After I dry my clothes, I go back to the house for breakfast.

Mas Fakhri also looks neat ready to go to the store, just have breakfast.

While sitting on the dining chair, Mas Fakhri bent his face wryly.

"Why, mas?" I pretended not to know.

"No side dishes, Dek. Is this just a doang?" ask Mas Fakhri lethargic.

I nodded with a smile on my face.

"Already, sukuri what there is, mas. The important thing is to still be able to eat." I answered while laughing in my heart.

"Ck, lazy to eat mas lah, Dek. Buy an egg or something there first" orders Mas Fakhri.

I put my hand out, asked for money.

"Business money yesterday is over?"

I nodded again.

"Sobacco is now expensive mas, that kind of money wants to eat good for one week where enough."

With an increasingly bent face, Mas Fakhri took money out of his pocket

his shirt, then give it to me. "Don't forget to give it back." Mas Fakhri's Message.

I just whined, went to the stall to buy chicken. Let Mas Fakhri later I fry the eggs at home.

Huh! What a pleasant revenge.

...****************...

I stretched my muscles when my chicken stew was finished, the change that I wanted to ask back this morning by Mas Fakhri I did not give, let it be.

This afternoon can eat a good chicken stew.

The sound of the door being knocked on made me stand up from a lying position on a relaxed mattress.

"Eh, Mr. Maman, why sir?" ask me after opening the door and see Mr. Maman there.

"Oh, here, Mom. The day after the event at Neneng's house, he said he wanted to have a celebration of it, he was asked for legislation," said Mr. Maman while giving a place of plastic rice that looks to contain rice and white noodle vegetables.

"Oh, yes, sir. Thank you, the day after tomorrow, for the show?"

"Yes, Neng. Mr. Fakhri please tell me too, ma'am."

"Yes, sir."

"Monggo, excuse me."

"Yes." Yeah."

I brought the food in and then closed the door.

I opened the place where the rice in which there is rice, crackers, white noodles that have been sauteed, then chicken fish two pieces and eggs one seed.

"Lumayan, the chicken vegetables can be for tomorrow, later lunch can eat the chicken," I said happily.

However, my smile faded as I remembered I did not have a good robe to come to Neneng's show.

"Hais, it seems like tonight, I have to ask Mas Fakhri to buy new clothes, no matter what. Every time there is a celebration event, I always wear the robe that's it, where it's worn frequently in use, where it's worn, in addition, my mother-in-law initiated me into whether her son was reckoning in giving a living and I kept it hidden, O Allah, this is the life."

I put the sahur and the side dish into the closet.

...****************...

At night, I accidentally wore a thin nightgown, a fragrant perfume on my body.

Mas Fakhri who is also fresh after bathing, now metapku with a keen face.

I laughed in my heart and encouraged myself.

Go Auren! You can definitely buy new clothes tomorrow.

"Deck ..."

Mas Fakhri's voice sounded hoarse.

I smiled flirtatiously, intentionally I did.

"Yes, mas. Why?"

Mas Fakhri approached, then went up to the bed excitedly.

"Let's dig up the reward, Dek," said Mas Fakhri.

I nodded, smiling shyly.

Mas Fakhri prepared for the installation as I held back the pace of his hand.

"But there are conditions."

Mas Fakhri frowned.

"Terms, what condition is that, Deck?" ask Mas Fakhri impatiently.

"Lusa there is a celebration at the house of the Neneng, and Adek does not have a new clothes mas, each time to the event Adek must wear the robe-it continues."

"Well, why the Deck win? Buy clothes for what, already, expensive clothes that girl, wear the existing clothes," said Mas Fakhri .

Ck, I thought it would be like this.

"Oh, that, yeah. Yes already. The reward was temporarily blocked first yes, mas. Adek wants to find his own reward first."

"But... Deck." Deck."

I raised my hand and then yawned quickly.

I lay on my back to Mas Fakhri who was seen gulping, perhaps disappointed by failing to dig up the reward together.

I didn't mind Mas Fakhri's hand shake asking me to cancel the blocking event.

I'm firm, before I agree to buy clothes, I won't unblock.

Feel it first, ma'am. Buy a shirt wife just do not want, I rarely buy clothes, and now only ask one dress to replace my already worn-out robe that Mas Fakhri does not want.

Duh, fate, why should have a husband stingy once, once my friend gave advice to leave Fakhri mas because I am beautiful and highly educated, but I do not do other than love, my in-laws are also good.

I closed my eyes, ignoring Mas Fakhri who was still busy nudging my arms.

I pulled the blanket up to the chin, sorry. Blockage is long if still not bought clothes.

Even though the dress costs fifty thousand, I want to wear it. I just want to change the game that I keep wearing if there is an event in the complex where we live.

This is double revenge from me, Mas Fakhri. Just enjoy a night that will certainly feel long for Mas Fakhri.

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