My husband is possessive

9. Lunch Together

Hmm. I blinked my eyes when something stabbed me in the cheek. Ren's finger was still on my right cheek. He laughed when I opened my eyes. Putting on a dumb face.

“Wake up, it's time to eat.”

“Have finished cooking?” I was still half muttered. Collecting half the lives of those who are asleep.

“Heem. Wake up first.” He pulled my hand so I could sit. Safina was still sleeping like a baby beside me. “Open Brother's eyes,” ruffled my hair which was already messy.

“I go to the bathroom first yes.” How long have I slept, muttering to myself. “Bude has gone home yet?”

“But.” Ren walked back to the kitchen.

I didn't sleep too long. Go to the bathroom, I wash the water to expel drowsiness. By the time I got back Ren was already sitting in the dining room. Wahhh, the food has been very well served at the dining table. Like I said, Ren is much more thorough and meticulous. Tend to be a perfectionist, I will tell you sometime how we fought over this matter.

“Waaah, thanks Darling. Our special lunch menu. Can separate make bude.” I pulled up my chair and sat down next to him.

“Already.” He pointed at the two lunch boxes near the stove. Ahhh, sweetness, she always knew before I even said it.

“Photo first donk, where hpmu.” Ren gave up his phone. “Take chili in the closet Dear.” I've sat down and tried to find the most suitable angel.

Ren got up from his seat and looked at the contents of the cupboard, there were a few bottles of sambal I bought online. It tastes good like home-based sambal. Much more practical than having to make your own chili. Reason, say I'm lazy. Hehe.

“What taste? Terasi same teri ya.” There are still three bottles in the closet as I recall.

“Bby.”

Cekrek, cekrek, photos with various styles. I have a lot of style, right slant, left tilt to get the perfect position. Squatting, hunging, all sorts of stuff. Who is that. Not a stylish object but one that takes photos that are a lot of style.

“This is the best.”

“All good, right Sister that photo.”

Basic bucin.

Post a photo in Ren's social media.  Being hijacked @Ayana_Wijaya. Lunch of the cuisine of my beloved husband, happy eating everything. Heart picture two seeds.

“Hehe.”

He's just shaking his head at my behavior with his phone.  “Enak?” Ren bribed me. When I was still looking at HP.

“Hemmm, much tastier than my cooking.”

“Who said?” I could feel the dislike in his words.

“I just now, hehe. Often yes.”

“Depends Brother.” He pulled my chin with his left hand.

“What?” What, what does it have to do with me.

“Hahaha.” He laughed mischievously.

“Basic pervert.” After I connected with what he meant.

“Ih, husband himself spelled perverted.”

“Ia, it . Sorry.”

Again he bribed me. I laughed as she waited for me to do the same, but I pretended not to notice. When he was frowning I just touched him. Ren's cooking is so much better than mine. It's fact.

“Haaa I forgot, already said it hasn't been yes. Mother asked us to go home earlier, he made the same tekwan mpek-mpek.”

“Basic Sister forgetful.” He put his left hand on my forehead.

“Later to mom's house huh?”

“Ia. Finish the food first.”

I really enjoyed my lunch. Talk to Ren. Talk to him anything. I think this is what a couple needs. Marriage is a legal institution for bringing love together. And then the individuals involved in it who have to take care of it. Keeping it harmonious. Keep what is aspired before marriage will remain awake. Maybe things will change, but everything should be a better change. If you want to be romantic do not do it before marriage, party and celebrate your love with romance after the wedding. Oops, the singles pray a lot first time yes.

“Before we go home our mother eats ice cream first.”

“Es what?” I really don't remember talking about ice. When did he say.

“That's right, that time. Newly opened store near my office.” It was time I was daydreaming in the car.

“Why not try the same cement-temen your office just deket.”

“I want to try it with Brother.”

He's starting to rile.

“Ia, it. I also want to try.” I saw Safina who was still sleeping. “Safina if sleep is very sweet yes, cute like a baby. Hehe.” Show me the tiny little boy cool with his dream on the carpet in the tv room.

“So her mother Safina came here.” Surprising facts.

“Haaa, when?” Stop eating.

“Pas Sister sleeping.” Reply casually, while continuing his feed.

“Kok not builtin” protest.

“So I'm not going to sleep, Safina is also sleeping, so I said later delivered if Brother wakes up.”

“Honey, Safina's mother saw me sleeping no.”

“See.”

“Serious.” Some thoughts flashed through my head. Which must be shameful. Husband is busy cooking his wife sleep, maybe the person who sees will feel strange.

“He, he entered through the side door.”

“Aaaaa malunya.”

“Why?”

“She saw you cook?”

“Yes look, will not be blind.”

“Honey!” your answer makes me want to pinch you.

“What?”

“Forgot, not important either.”

Hemm, he answered. Never mind, it's not that important either. I don't know why I feel a little embarrassed. Eating while chatting, we had already finished off Ren's roasted chicken. The patch is also delicious, Indonesian people eat must use sambal. Let it be complete, the taste of the archipelago. Whatever the food, the sauce still uses chili as well. Haha.

Bude appeared while carrying the tray I was wearing carrying the doughnut and juice earlier. “I have finished ironing Ma'am, something to do again?”

“Already Bude, all.” Reply quickly.

“Let me do the dishes when it is done.” When he saw the plate on the dining table, and knew we were done eating.

“No need Bude, let me wash. Ren has not finished eating.” Make excuses.  Quickly I washed my broken hands. I dried it as fast as lightning, then took the plastic and put two boxes of food that Ren had prepared near the stove. “This is for lunch at home later Bude.”

“Mbak Aya bother.” She was ashamed to accept.

“Ren the Bude cook. It is dear.” Ren just huddled, with a slight smile.

Receiving a plastic bag, I previously put in the remaining doughnuts and fruit juice. I drove him to the front door. “Be careful ya Bude, thanks for being helped.”

“Ia Mbak together, I also thank her food.”

After Bude exited the gate, I entered the house again, Ren had already cleaned the dishes and washed them. I approached him where he was standing, hugging him from behind. This scene appears a lot in the drama right, believe me, if you are quite shameless try with your partner. It's delightful.  “Still ya Ren for his lunch.”

“Say I love you.” While still rinsing the glass full of soap.

“Love you Ren.”

He smiled, even though I didn't see his face. I hugged him for a long time.

I let go of my arms when I heard my phone ring. After sitting on the chair where I ate earlier I picked up the phone, my younger brother called out.

“Assalaualaikum sis.” Enthusiastic.

“Waalaikumsalam.”

“Sambal mpok Judessnya still not?”

“Sambal what?” I frowned, looking at the bottle of sambal on the table.

“That sambal that sister posts in sosmed Bang Renan. Ripe brother yes, it looks good.”

“Hehe, know only you.”

“Sambelnya still not?”

“He is still, indeed why?”

I was confused myself, why this child suddenly talking sambel. Meanwhile Ren was already sitting before me after cleaning the remaining water in his hands. He looked at me sharply, curious and wanted to grab my phone like it.

“Sister don't see sosmed brother huh? More rame talking sambal in the photo.”

“Apaan deh, don't understand brother.”

“Opens his brother donk. Later to the house bring the cable yes, how much?”

“How much yes, three like it but the two have already opened.”

“Bring all yes.”

“Make what?”

“Bawa aja. Brother where is Kak?”

Ren clasped my left hand, his eyes still looking at me sharply. Not knowing what he wanted to slice with that look.

“Sitting in front of me.”

“What! Righteous one. He must be staring hard and sour-faced right.”

“Kok know?” I frowned, indeed his view through hp yes.

“Yes know, sister's husband is possessive. Hahaha.” Laughs are meaningful.

“Hahaha.” It's crazy how anyone can realize that. Ren's possessiveness is clearly reflected in his every behavior.

“Already yes Brother, if long time brother phone later not given pocket money I same Bang Renan. Hehe. Greetings brother, tell him that I love you more than brother.”

“Hei really.” I protest at once heartache, who tried that brother.

“Kalo he asked why, answer because brother has got abundant love from brother.”

“What!” crazy is you. “Aww” Ren squeezed my hand.

“Don't forget the link. Assalamualaikum.”

He even hung up before I answered his greetings. Son of a bitch where is your manners to your brother. And what was that, I love my brother more than my brother. Uh, that's not the case now, my problem is this man in front of me. He still holds my hand.

“Sayang.” I shake his hand so he can let go of his grip.

“Who?”

“Haikal.” Reply quickly.

“What does he say?”

“Awww, release my hand first.” I was really grimacing, even though she wasn't too hard squeezing my hand, but I acted like I was in pain.

“What does he say?” apparently he knew I was just pretending. His voice has not changed.

“Say she loves you more than me.” Waiting for the reaction to his face change.

“Why?” still flat.

“Says because I have got abundant love from you.”

“Haha, what is your sister's account number, it looks like I have to give her more snacks.”

Crazy you two.

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Cat: although Ren is a person who rarely cooks, but the cuisine is delicious. Hiks, hiks, I don't know why he has everything.