MY HUSBAND IS STINGY

Shopping Money (1)

"Mahs ... Pah ...!" call me

"Hmmm," he answered lightly only with Deheman when I called him in the back.

"Seek for some shopping money!" I put my hand to the right face that was fussing with the device.

"It was only yesterday 50 grand. Time has run out is wasteful indeed@" he replied casually while returning to play the damn game on his HP.

"Yes yesterday, now it's over. You don't know the ingredients are all on the ride!" I said long times wide. Actually if I don't remember the sin I'd love to shove his head with the butt of the pot.

"Yes you buy not the more expensive. just look for a cheap-cheap is a lot." still with a relaxed attitude and then grab a cigarette on the table, get up from his seat and go to bed.

What do you think I am? just a piece of meat for him? I, who was clearly standing before his eyes, was left behind.

'Huh ... basic stingy ...!' my inner scream.

I knew that if it was so, no matter how hard I asked not to be given by him. Though if calculated-calculate the cost of quota and cigarettes he alone in a day more than Rp. 30,000, while I gave him Rp.50,000,- for 2 days. Oh my god, my head is spinning.

I walked into the kitchen to check on the leftovers, maybe there's something I can cook for my son's breakfast this morning.

It turns out the remaining rice I have is only 1 glass. There are 1 more egg.

Finally I made porridge with added eggs in it, and I sliced red onion to be used as fried onions as a supplement. Remember there is still the rest of the raw crackers that I hang on a plate. I also fry as a complement.

I'm processing those ingredients, then cooking them all. Quiz a little to make sure it feels right. When I'm done I'll call my two kids.

"Aryan ... Anb ... Here's breakfast first." My screams were rather loud calling those who were engrossed in seeing the cartoon that morning.

I thrust a plate that already contains the porridge and its catapult. soy sauce, fried onions and also the leftover crackers yesterday.

"Asiik eat porridge ...!" sibungsu said with excitement.

However, I don't know why my heart was sliced. I feel disappointed in myself.

"Where are Papah Ma's plates? why not disendokines?!" suddenly the stingy came asking for breakfast, but when I asked for the shopping money he even melengos.

'All right, I'll repay your indifference!' while grinning like a demon.

I spoon again a plate of porridge on the plate following the complement. However, I poured all the fried onions and crackers on my plate, I gave the soy sauce and started eating it.

"Here Mah, Papa is hungry!" trying to reach for the plate with my porridge.

"Job play take, your own business why the hell! take the pot!" spray me while pointing at the pot that I leave a little more porridge in it.

"Opaan ni mah, a little very not until one centong, this is mah at most 3 bribes. How can you fill up." Protest again.

"You give me a little money but ask for a lot. The rest is just that much shopping money yesterday! if you want to be full, give enough money to buy." No less fierce I avenge his curse.

"There are ends of money again money you again." while nyerocos removed his shabby wallet, then seen looking for something.

'Yes, my mission was successful, ' finally willing to spend money on him. But ... Why choose so much, so long.

'What's the biggest nyari yet, won't she eat well?' in my heart I screamed with joy.

"More ....!" while offering Rp. 20,000,-

"What ....!?" my eyes glared and my mouth round in disbelief of what I saw.

I shook off the money hoping that something would stick around again maybe behind it. But the result is nil, just a sheet of it.

Not that I am not grateful but how I manage that kind of money with needs that skyrocket like now. The money was for eating 4 people breakfast, noon and night.

My husband is not incapable. he works as an OB in an advertising office.

I once found out the salary through his friend who accidentally stole nonya from my husband's phone. My husband's salary is Rp. 3,500,000, not to mention overtime, not to mention often get a wage if there is an office person who tells him to buy something.

My husband has no debts of my own. Because the motor he uses every day was given by his parents so that he worked.

I also never hold the salary money.every day I hold the most Rp. 50,000, even then sometimes forced to be enough for 2 days

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I set foot to the greengrocer in front of the alley. On the way I thought hard about what to cook today.

There is only the remaining Rp.12000, the rest of the large purchase of one liter Rp. 8000, - still have to leave for the snacks of my two children each Rp. 2000,-

Means the rest of the money is only Rp. 8000,- to buy side dishes. What are you cooking???