My Belittle Husband

BLOCKING

I am still in sleep blocking mode with Mas Fakhri, if until the Neneng event I have not been bought clothes, then sleeping outside for one month will be done.

This morning, as usual, I cooked with ingredients, no chicken, or other meat, which there is only tempeh and just know.

Mas Fakhri looks still tangled with the typical face of waking up, eyes that are still red due to drowsiness are still clearly visible in the course.

Maybe it's the effect of the last night's electrical voltage not channeled.

I was indifferent, re-arranging food on the table and then went to wash the dirty dishes and cookware that I had used.

"Dec, where's the coffee!" mas Fakhri from the dinner table.

I let out a breath.

"Make it yourself!" I shouted back from behind.

The sound of footsteps came backwards.

"Dec, time is still blocked anyway?" ask Mas Fakhri.

I nodded.

"Yes, mas. So don't ask for maximum service from me."

"But..."

"Shut, no but, tapian mas, adek again lash. Anyway, if you don't want to buy new clothes, don't expect to sleep in the room tonight."

Mas Fakhri's face looked lethargic, shrugged off his steps when he had heard an ultimatum from me.

Poor actually, but how else, the stingy nature of Mas Fakhri must be overcome immediately.

If not, then I will continue to be miserable.

I wash dishes quickly, then switch to washing clothes, if there is a washing machine my job will be lighter again.

When I was going to soak the laundry, the detergent I used to use ran out.

I had to shout and call Mas Fakhri to buy laundry soap, because there are still salted fish that I sun on the clothesline, if not noticed can be salted fish in eating cats.

"Mas! Fakhri Mas! Please buy some laundry soap first at the stall, Bang."

Mas Fakhri was seen coming back.

"What the hell, Deck. Shouting that way, I want to eat this, go to the store again," grumbled Mas Fakhri.

I glare.

"Oh so do not want to be asked for help his wife, yes already, let's just ask Jono to buy it, the child usually wants and immediately leave if asked for help."

I was just about to walk to pick up the phone when Mas Fakhri with a face that did not accept finally wanted to buy laundry soap.

"Yes, here's where the money is" said Mas Fakhri.

"Use the money."

Mas Fakhri was getting sullen but would not want to go also buy soap.

"That cake, nurut at all wife, spending money a hundred thousand a week where enough, mas. Buy food alone has been exhausted without rest."

I also swept the floor while waiting for Mas Fakhri to buy soap.

I stared in disbelief at what Mas Fakhri was carrying.

"What's soap for, mas?" tanyaku.

"Yes, wash your clothes, Dek. Pretty, cheap it, only two thousand, hematkan, so Adek buy the so just so that enough ration money to buy."

I'm glaring.

"So .. mas tell you to wash clothes with soap and not detergent, okay."

I was lazy to argue, and then I grabbed the soap quickly.

If it can swallow a human, maybe Mas Fakhri is the first person I swallow.

Breathe in, exhale.

Lazy once have to continue emotions every morning, tired of cleaning the house in addition to tired of seeing the stingy behavior of Mas Fakhri.

I wash clothes with the sound of a brush that I like to harden and smack clothes to the cement floor to clean and upset so I put on the clothes.

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"Dek, mas go to the store first yes," said Mas Fakhri.

I just nodded with a sour face.

Mas Fakhri's face was still tangled like this morning waking up, I was indifferent.

Who told not to buy a sheet of clothes, even though these months the store is not quiet.

I went inside the house when I saw Mas Fakhri leaving, tiredness made me sit in a chair.

"How do I get Mas Fakhri to buy clothes, yeah" I thought.

Bored also over time if it continues like this at home, ah I have an idea.

Bu Darti end of the complex usually sells clothes gamis credit, I will go there later, look at the affordable gamis when later paid in installments with my balance money is also minimal.

I rushed to change clothes, then scrape the contents of Mas Fakhri's bag who knew there was money tucked away and Mas Fakhri did not remember.

Ahah!

Sure enough, when my hand reached into the smallest bag in Mas Fakhri's bag, a piece of money of five tens of thousands was tucked in there.

"Yes! Lucky I, had to quickly go to Bu Darti's house to buy this shirt, who knows there is a cheap game at the price of fifty thousand."

I locked all the doors of the house, then walked towards Bu Darti's house, the motor only has one and it is also in use Mas Fakhri to go to work even though he has been told to buy a car or add a motorbike but the name is Mas Fakhri ya it deh.

Bu Darti's house is quite far from my house because of its location at the end of the complex.

"Eh, Miss Auren, where are you going, Mom?" ask one of the people who is babysitting their child.

"Eh, go to Miss Darti's house, Nem. Another ngasuh son?" I'm back for some manners.

"Yes, Here. Uh, Tumben's going there, getting some clothes, huh?"

I just smiled, didn't want to be evasive either.

"Yes, yes first."

"Yes." Yeah."

I hurried to continue my way to Bu Darti's house, indeed, some residents of the complex know the nature of Mas Fakhri who is stingy then do not be surprised if many wonder if I go to Bu Darti's house to buy clothes but that does not apply to his family, but it does not apply to his family, because I never told you that Fakhri mas stingy.

Bu Darti's house is already visible in front of the eyes, the building that is all painted purple is the house of Bu Darti.

"Asalamualaikum" I said, knocking on the door.

"Getishalam."

Then the door opened, the wide body of Bu Darti now appears.

"Auren, tumben here want to buy clothes?" ask Ms. Darti.

I nodded.

"Yes, let's go in first, pick what kind of clothes."

"Ec ... Ma'am, there's a dress that costs fifty thousand?" askaku.

Mom seemed to think.

"It looks like there's still stock, I'll get it for a second."

Ms. Darti went inside her room, then soon came out again with some clothes in hand.

"This, a dress that costs fifties tens of thousands, good as well as the clothes, if you want to directly pay fifty thousand, if credit, I ask for a profit of five thousand yes," said Ms. Darti explained.

"Pay cash, Mom. I'm picky about the shirt, ma'am."

"Yes, please."

Some time choosing clothes, my choice fell on a mocca colored dress.

"This is it, Mom. I take this color shirt, this is the money" I said, handing out fifty thousand.

"Thank you, shopping here again sometime, this is the plastic."

I nodded, sometime I don't know when else, I murmured inwardly.

"I'll excuse you, ma'am."

"Yes, be careful on the road."

I walk cheerfully while carrying a new dress, at the event Neneng celebration later, I can wear new clothes.

Glad, if not like this where Mas Fakhri would buy clothes.

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