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17. Kunti Mbak
Nirmala saw Adnan lifting clothes through the kitchen window. There is a bad taste because he was used to doing his own homework from the beginning of his marriage with the late Arman. But still do not want to easily put the heart even though it is a must.
"His clothes were put down, where?" adnan asked when he entered the kitchen and Nirmala was still standing still.
"Emmm.. In my room, sir." Nirmala was about to take over carrying her clothes but, Adnan refused.
"Let me go" said Adnan.
Nirmala let out a long sigh to find Adnan's attitude and way of speaking to him. Exactly like a teacher. But he did not mind, for they were not near either. It takes time to get to know each other.
In the room, Adnan put the clothes on the bed. I saw a cell phone and notebook there. Apparently Nirmala was about to write, he thought.
Adnan came out of the room to see Nirmala peeling an onion. He also approached his wife.
"What do you want, sir?" ask Nirmala wonder. He was sitting on the floor, peeling an onion. He was quite surprised to see Adnan who wanted to sit on the floor, especially in the kitchen.
Adnan saw the Nirmala negligee lifted as a result of sitting so that it showed a whiter thigh. A small arm was visible from him.
"You always wear a negligee at home?" he asked without answering Nirmala's question.
Nirmala looked at Adnan and followed her husband. Instantly made him swallow the saliva violently. "If at home I'm fashion mbak Kunti, sir. Outside of ukhti mode."
Adnan's eyes piqued hearing Nirmala's reply. "Kunti's mbak mode?" ask the parrot.
Nirmala put the previously washed pieces of onion, chili, and tomato into the blender and filled with a little water. "Yes. Exactly mbak Kunti, don't wear a veil."
Adnan nodded again. "But remember yes, do not leave the house without closing the house, and if there are guests immediately enter the room."
Nirmala turn on the blender and the balado sambal spice has been smooth. Turning off the blender after being felt enough then staring at Adnan. He knew he had to close the aurat. "Why should I enter the room?" finally, the question was raised as well.
Blushes
Nirmala's cheeks met in red hearing Adnan's reply. As a woman likes to be praised by men. Especially since no one has ever praised him. While she was Arman's wife, she was never praised. In the past, Nirmala often asked Arman.
Is she pretty?
Arman's answer is always.
"Whoa. Questions are useless." That sentence was always spoken from the lips of Arman and managed to make Nirmala's heart hurt, first. Actually, know when will feel the same pain and increase fertilizer wound. However, the desire in praise of the husband is always there.
Nirmala still blushed. As strong as energy is not easily carried away because of fear of dropping the heart on Adnan. They do not know each other yet.
"Father dreadlocks," his great-grandson. He ignored Adnan's continued to watch himself.
Nirmala stood up ignoring Adnan, again. He took a cauldron that was always hanging on the wall if not in use and put it on a gas stove. After that, he sauteed the balado sauce seasoning.
"Do I need help?" ask Adnan gently.
Nirmala looked back and was surprised to see Adnan standing behind her.
Oh gosh. Kayak mbak Kunti just came suddenly.
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