My Husband Is - Cuek

Rey's Favorite Chicken

"Yes, I finally got it."

Rey is silent and occasionally looks at the black watch she wears on her right arm.

"Let's go home."

"Okey my husband."

We walked towards the car after I got the things I wanted.

"I've transferred my shopping money to your account this month" Rey said. I saw him focusing on driving.

"Yes, Rey, thank you."

"What are you going to have for lunch, Rey?" ask pleasantries.

"What," he answered briefly.

"You like chicken, don't you?"

"It's a habit."

I just nodded small.

"Yetoo." I yawned in the car. When I wanted to close my eyes, Rey suddenly held her head against leaning.

"Eh. We're not going to sleep."

"Let's go, later if I sleep, right, you're the one who lifted me up to the house." I raised both arms towards Rey while closing my eyes, but I peeked a little to find out her reaction.

"You are heavy. Where is my strength." I lowered my arm after hearing her words.

"Well, I know I'm fat." While shaking lips.

"Rey. Where are you going tomorrow?"

"Work."

"yeah. Kirain is not working. I'm, like, a walker, yeah, it's the same honeymoon." I winked spoiled eyes at Rey. And once again Rey just kept silent expressionlessly.

"Rey. You went to my room last night, didn't you, Rey? Why are you leaving?"

"You snore. I can't sleep."

Haaah's? I was snoring. Oh my God, Alma.

I bite my lips in shame.

You know I'm not nanya.

I limp in to hear Rey's words. He was so honest that his honesty broke my heart. Ohh.

Diem is. Rather than being embarrassed again.

Not long after, the car stopped in the garage of our house.

After descending, I immediately picked up the items we had bought and walked in.

I immediately walked into the kitchen and cooked for lunch. This time I'll cook some chicken. I'll prove Rey likes it and won't refuse the food I make.

While turning on the new speaker, I tuned my favorite music. Gambus music whose singers beautiful girl with chubby cheeks. It can relieve stress in the face of Rey and can make me good mood again.

I boiled the chicken while I left it to change clothes.

Let this puffer body be wrapped in skimpy clothes in front of my husband. Who knows, because so often he sees me like this, he becomes... Auu, amused himself he thought. Hihahi

I gasped at the thought of the impossible, but, I still did not give up on getting sympathy from Rey. As the Javanese proverb says 'Witing tresno jalaran soko kulino' which means Love exists because it is accustomed.

Maybe this time, I should really hold out for Rey. After all, he has become my husband.

**

I opened my phone and searched for my favorite music and listened to it through a new speaker this morning bought by Rey.

Man ana ana ana ana ana laulaakum

Kaifa maa hubbukum kaifa maa

Kaifa ma hubbukum kaifa maa

Ma siwaaya wa la ghoirokumum

Laa wa man fiil mahabah 'alayya walaakum

Antum antum muroodi wa antum

Laisa ahadun fiil mahabbati siwakum 'indii

Man ana ana ana ana ana laulaakum

Kaifa maa hubbukum kaifa maa

Kullama zaadanii fii hawakum wajdii

Qultu yaa saadati muhjati tafdaakum

Lau qotho'tum wariidii bihaddi maadlii

Qultu wallaahi ana fii hawakum roodli

Kaifa maa hubbukum kaifa maa

After the first song, I accidentally saw Rey standing at the doorway as I began to grind. I went to the speaker and turned it off. I still look at Rey with her eyes closed.

"Rey," I said. My voice surprised him. He opened his eyes and moved a little bit of his body after I called his name. Signs that he was a little surprised.

"My voice is good, huh, Rey?"

He curled only one of his lips and shook his head and went into the room.

This time I will sing without music. Judging by his reaction, he might have liked my voice.

I wasn't done singing, a newspaper pad, he threw it out.

"Brank on!"

I was really shocked and my mouth was wide open.

Huuh, he really is.

A plaaaak!

I slammed the wooden cutting board over the sink in shock by his attitude. However, once this emotion subsides easily. Unprolonged. Especially with the people I'm at home with.

After a few tens of minutes, Rey came to the dining table and pulled the chair from under the table.

"A ripe? I'm hungry" he said, pouring water in a glass.

"Yes, this is just slicing cucumber," I replied while slicing cucumber.

"Haa, done."

I brought a plate with fried chicken on it which I had already set a little on top of the cobek. Not to forget my favorite sambal terasi and cucumber, tomato, and fried tape as a complement.

I arranged the lunch beautifully at the dinner table. When I finished, I put the rice into Rey's plate and took her a large piece of chicken breast along with the sauce and lalapan.

"It."

He took a knife and fork on the table.

"Want me to get some water? Good to use Rey's hand."

"I never eat with my hands" he said.

"Oh." I'm devouring this chicken sucker. Rey just glanced at me sharply while trying to slice the meat.

After he put a spoon in his mouth, he suddenly fell silent. He stood up and walked to the sink and washed his hands.

Knives and forks he set aside. Now he eats with his hands. I smiled as I watched him eat. It was so greedy that he did not realize that his mouth was full again.

"Ehem. Slow down, Rey," I said, holding back a laugh.

"What's delicious?"

Of course there is no answer because he was busy enjoying the meat and sambal terasi. His head began to sweat, as I was done, I went to get a tissue and wiped off his sweat.

I sat closer to make it easier to reach him. I looked at him at close range, smiling to myself because he liked my cooking.

"Yes." A glass of water has entered his throat as a cover for this lunch.

"Enak, Rey?" my many.

His face changed rapidly. It looked very satisfied, now turned into indifference again.

"It's a habit."

I smiled hearing his answer.

"Why don't you eat the plates?"

He seemed to be stuck with my question. He got up and walked to his room.

"B.haha." I laughed so amusedly at Rey's expression that my tears ran out of laughter.

Fucking Rey. Say it's good, it's delicious. If this plate could be eaten, he would be greedy too. Haha.

**

I cleaned this plate and washed it. After that I immediately swept the floor of the entire room in my house. Because the stomach is full, maybe a little movement will make the food digest quickly.

Tok. tok.

"Rey, open Rey's door. I want to sweep your room" I asked, knocking on the door.

"Rey..."

The door opened and I entered. The room is very neat with several books arranged on the shelf. I walked over and started sweeping Rey's room. For a moment I sat on his bed.

If only I could room with Rey. That would be fun for me.

Unconsciously, I fell asleep there, in Rey's room.

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