My Husband is Complimentary

Episode 3

"Perfect" I said as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Yeah I purposely polished my face a little with make up.

I wear gray jeans and a brown white t-shirt, do not forget the jeans jacket as a fighter. I stall my hair, and stick a small pearl-shaped clip on the edge to beautify my look.

I grabbed the little bag I had set up on the bed. I immediately ran small down the stairs. I'm afraid he's waited too long.

"Darling, let's go. I'm ready for it." Invite me while swinging my body. Waiting for him to praise my appearance.

He kept looking at me without blinking. I'm sure he's fascinated now. Again she showed her sweet smile.

"Yes, yuk. Hunt for the day." He said as he stepped towards the car.

"Basically the husband is insensitive! I'm beautiful like this, and-and maximum just for her. But he doesn't praise me at all. You are so sweet!"

I really want to say that to him.

But I can only grumble in my heart. I hit my foot after him who was behind the wheel.

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We have reached our destination. I invited him to go to the Car for free. I miss jostling there. Especially when finding items that are liked and scrambling to bargain with traders. That was so much fun.

Yes even though I was just a fad to bid, because in the end I did not have the heart either and paid the price that has been determined.

We were walking slowly, tracing each path while looking to the right and to the left. View the various trades that traders sell.

My steps stopped when I saw the seller rujak. Lunch Bolong this is indeed fitting to eat rujak. Sweet, sour and spicy become one when it enters the mouth.

Especially if one piece of young mango or pineapple as the fruit. Hemmm tease it. My saliva almost dripped.

"You want Yang?" He asked softly, when he found out I was just staring while looking at the stand.

"Dear, it's really good to eat rujak during the day. Can ya?" Pampered whinekku.

Featuring puppy eyes that will surely melt his heart.

"Darling .." whining me again in the style of a child.

"May," he answered.

"Don't be too spicy, your ulcer will recur. Okay Honey?" Indirectly, he applied for conditions.

I just blinked one eye. Now a cup of rujak is in my hand.  I put one piece of my favorite young mango.

It really does explode in the mouth. I put again the fruits that are in the rujak. My husband just looked at me while shaking his head.

"Dear, would you like to? Aaaa ..." I bargained while thrusting a piece of jicama into his mouth.

I deliberately chose jicama, because he did not like sour food. He opened his mouth, then chewed on the crooked piece.

"Enak Yang, but aga pedes. Don't eat too much, the ulcer will recur." He said with a worried tone.

I stopped my steps.

"What say? Tastier? It was that easy to praise the food of others. But if it's my cooking, he just ignores it." Again, I can only grumble in my heart.

"You are Yang, food from other people just say good. But when I eat my food, it's always indifferent."

I'm back sulking. He just smiled, wrapped his hands around my waist. I'm surprised, not that I don't like it. I'm just embarrassed, because it's in a public place.

"The shame is that there are a lot of people." Whisper me to him.

"I don't care." Answer's flat.

I finally complied, walking while being grappled with him. However, a moment later my eyes were wide open as I passed a woman.

"Geez, the poison of this world is omnipresent!" I muttered while patting the eel. Then look at my husband who is busy looking at the goods being sold.