My Husband My Pilot: Plane Crash Tragedy

Bonus Chap: Welcome to Hell

Welcome to Hell

It was the first sentence Alfin spoke to Alan when Kansha was declared pregnant. And although happy because of the news, in fact Alan secretly grimaced.

The words his sister spoke were not meaningless. After entering the third month of Kansha's pregnancy, Alan never slept well for a day. Because of the demand of prospective mothers of their children who continue to flow without time and without stopping.

Starting from asking to buy ketoprak midnight, then continue to the hodgepodge of blind dawn, until the young coconut that must be climbed alone by Alan in Ancol. Either the man can find it or not. Because in fact all that Kansha craved was never eaten.

"I just want to see your hard work." that's Kansha's answer.

And Alan felt like he wanted to shake his head against the wall.

And this morning, a small and trivial commotion occurred again.

"I'll cook today. Seriously." said Alan.

"Where can you cook, baby? Make soup alone salty naudzubillah." said Kansha does not believe. She recalled that when they were not married, Alan cooked her soup when she was sick. And taste...Kansha dared to bargain for anything not to eat it even a single drop.

"Now I can. I've been wondering so you're calm." Alan replied with a very convincing look.

Kansha shook her head in disbelief. "Ask the same practice is different, Alan. You can't be trusted."

"I can. You'll see later."

Kansha was just about to open her mouth when Alan's hand was raised hinting that Kansha would not speak again.

"I can definitely." Alan nodded with complete confidence."Please queen mother, sit quietly on the throne."

And after that Alan started to pick up Kansha's aprons and skilfully multiplied them. Kansha was almost stunned.

The man started cooking. First, he would cook an omelette. And once the egg was on the frying pan, Alan stopped. He looks confused. In front of him were two containers filled with fine white granules. One is salt and one is sugar.

"What difference does sugar make to salt?" alan asked confused. He had actually seen salt but since he hardly ever cooked, he became confused himself.

Kansha who was sitting in the front seat of the pantry just turned the ball lazily, "Cicipin only. Sweet sugar like me, salty salt like your armpits." said Kansha lazily. He praised and sneered along with a tinge.

Alan sighed harshly, if he had been angry when mocked like that, but because Kansha was sensitive, Alan thought twice about it.

Alan tried it one-on-one. Kansha who was still in a frown immediately rounded her eyes to see Alan tasting the two ingredients with a tablespoon each. A bit excessive when it comes to tasting(?)

"Eh uh, don't be a spoonful! Quite-" his words were cut off when Alan spouted salt from his mouth and coughed.

Kansha swiftly took the drinking water and gave it to Alan. Alan drank it greedily. As soon as he put a spoon of salt into his mouth, the salty taste instantly consumed him with a large amount making his tongue even numb for a moment. But luckily, he was not poisoned or more severely died of a salt overdose.

"You're crazy, aren't you? The nyicipin time of salt is the same sugar as a spoonful of food?" nagel Kansha's.

Although Alan hardly ever cooked, wouldn't it still be an exaggeration if he didn't know where salt and sugar were? Instantly Kansha understood what the reason was that Alan put a lot of salt in the soup first.

"Yes, I don't know. I've seen it but..." Alan was even grinning.

Kansha spins a lazy ball.

"It's salt. Make no mistake." Kansha said while showing Alan where the salt was.

Alan took the container of salt and then plainly sprinkled salt into the egg as much as a fist. Alan is glaring.

"Alan!" Shouted Kansha.

Alan stood on his feet when he heard the mighty scream of Kansha standing right beside him. "Wrong again, huh?" asked Alan plain.

Kansha ruffled her waist, "You want to make omelets or fried salt?" sentak Kansha is upset.

"Hehe." Alan could only scratch his neck.

"Not to continue. Let me cook." said Kansha about to take over the pan on the stove but Alan's hand stopped it.

Kansha gave a rough sigh, "We should have breakfast, mas husband. And I'd die early if I had to eat your iodine-rich dishes."

"Then we can just buy breakfast from the outside." suggested Alan.

"Then you buy it." said Kansha.

"Don't eat out?" tawang Alan's. Kansha immediately shook her head.

"Lazy."

Alan nodded in understanding, "Yes already, what do you want to eat?"

Kansha was silent for a moment then started to show her mischievous gaze. Alan who saw it somehow felt that something was not right would happen in a moment.

"I want to eat plain porridge with nothing but chicken but the chicken should be fried until crisp but lest there be any oil attached and should be hot, then-"

"Wait." Alan quickly interrupts before Kansha becomes even worse.

"What?" sahut Kansha is confused.

"Honey, we just have breakfast not to make a celebration. Besides where's the porridge guy who fried his chicken all of a sudden?" alan said with caution.

Kansha ruffled her waist with angry glaring eyes, "You've just been complaining. You only feel tired for a few months but I bear the most burden. Just pregnant young I have nausea not ketulung especially later when my womb is getting bigger. And you usually complain, continue if my content is already large then you want to leave me alone because it is not strong, is it?!"

"It's not so." nodded Alan quickly. "You misunderstood."

"What's wrong?!" sentak Kansha's.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I will not complain anymore. I promise I will try to fulfill all your dreams." said Alan softly. "But this is really bad, right?" ask him with great care.

Kansha who had just intended to sing a smile immediately frowned and immediately snapped Alan's head.

"It's a will, satisfied?!" spray Kansha harder.

Alan grimaced a little at Kansha's already unbearable anger.

"I'm sorry, honey. So you asked for anything?" Alan refocused on their previous conversation so that Kansha would not get angry again.

Raut Kansha immediately turned bright, "So porridge, yes, I want to cook with tomato sauce, then corn dog do not use sausage but use real corn in the middle of it continue to want bajigur as well, I've seen it on tv, he said bajigur delicious when drunk warmly. Keep me also want pecel catfish but don't catfish have to be goldfish. Sambal beans or what the name is rather a lot yes but not a lot too, just a little. I also want pancakes from Hotel H and cookies too. Uh, milkshakes from cafe Z are also hits, I want ya too. Keep-and-"

Alan could only be silent. Everything Kansha said was like going in the right ear out the left ear. Nothing came into his brain a single letter. Kansha's words are like words that hypnotize her to empty her mind.

"You should bring it all in an hour. If it could be less, a minimum of fifteen minutes would already exist. Remember, there's less, I cut your monthly rations."

"Come?" Alan almost asked in a barely absentminded tone.

"Yes, your sister's rations. I subtract fifty percent." replied Kansha while pointing at Alan's lower area with her chin.

Alan immediately rounded his eyes, he stared at the horror of Kansha.

"Honey, my sister's ration can't be reduced for a second or she's going into acute depression!" worried shouts.

"Then carry out my request."

Alan nodded firmly, "You will retreat first. Assalamu'alaikum." he said and walked out of the house with firm steps.

But once in the courtyard of the house, Alan's legs instantly loosened.

"How can I find food of almost fifteen kinds?" frustrated muttering.

Well, welcome to hell for yourself. The way out to be free is only one, obey the will of the queen and do not make the slightest mistake. Or else, forget about his little sister's well-being and forget about her psychic crumbling if Kansha's been beating up the cold war for a month!