My wife Fat

attitude change..

“At least as a wife I try to stay obedient. Although our hearts are not yet tied to each other.”

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I'm really shocked. More precisely confused. The feeling last night was still sleeping downstairs. Why sleep on top.

Rafly slept on the sofa. Who moved me upstairs? Cook, yes, Mas Rafly? But, where is it possible.

I'm still sitting in bed, trying to remember last night. And, unfortunately, I don't remember anything strange. Last night my head was dizzy, then sleeping downstairs, that's all I remember.

I looked at the man who had just become my husband who was still asleep in a dream. Duh, kasian. Sleeping on the sofa must be very uncomfortable, for him.

It's still two in the morning. I'd better tell him to move. Just got closer, wanted to wake her up but I paled.

“Ngak good also if ngebangunin.”

I turned my body, wanted to go back to bed.

“You why you?”

“Eh?”

Rafly rubbed his eyes. “Ngapain was near me?” ask again, with a typical sound of people just waking up.

“Eh, that, Mas don't want to move to a mattress?”

He did not answer, stood up, and went up to the bed.

“Emm, Mas?”

“Aparticularly?” tanyanya opened the blanket that had covered up to the face.

“Eh, that's why I can suddenly sleep in a bed, huh? I asked to ask. More responsibility than curious.

Rafly wanted to sleep again. Suddenly he sat down, leaning his back on the head of the bed.

“Last night, 'you skipped. Suddenly going up to the bed and sleeping. Yeah so I moved to sleep on the couch.”

“Hah? Cook yes.” My eyes are shocked.

At first glance I saw Mas Rafly smiling faintly. Yes, very thin, can hardly even be called a smile. Why exactly is he.

“Because I'm kind, how about we change it. So as long as you're sick, the day I sleep in bed, tomorrow it's your turn.”

Ribet has a husband. Why not sleep in bed. The mattress is big. Although I realize my body plus size, but still fit it's a mattress for both.

Maybe if she sleeps with me she's afraid of my body, keeps getting short of breath, yeah. Or maybe he includes obesophobia— people who are phobic have fat bodies—so, maybe seeing me who is fat this he became too over disliked.

“Eh invited to talk even diem aja, nih, people,” reprimand Mas Rafly disperse my short daydream.

“I'm not sick, Mom. No matter, only those who sleep on the mattress do not need to replace.”

Mas Rafly raised one eyebrow. Scanning my face with an inexplicable look.

“Why look at me. Did I misspoke, yes, my inner”.

“Start later malem I sleep on the mattress tomorrow it's your turn.” He was silent for a moment, then continued his words. “I know the fats in your body can warm your fat body but please fit again not feeling well do not sleep below. Minimum sleep on the sofa. Or do you deliberately want to hurt let me attention?”

Yes Salaam. This person wants attention or wants to ngehina.

“If you say stay nurut what is difficult,” he said again.

“Iya, Mas,” I replied a little unpleasant with him.

I better just follow. As a wife, I can only be killed. Of sins. The wife's heaven will be on the husband.

I remember the old mother's word, she often told about the obedience of Umm Mutiah, the first woman to inhabit heaven because of her obedience with her husband.

I was a miss to both my parents. Wanting to hear their advice again, wanting to hug their bodies again, wanting to see them again. Yes just to the extent of wanting, let alone to hug him to just look was not possible. Because we are different in nature. Alfatihah for mom.

***

Today until next month, my mother-in-law, is staying at the sister's house, in preparation for the wedding of her cousin Mas Rafly, she said. I don't really understand either.

Simbok has also come home. He only worked until 18.00 WIB. Sometimes if he had cooked and washed, the morning he went home and kept coming back again. That's why it's quiet today.

Although only two days married. I've been confused with college assignments, journaling, reviewing very thick books, not to mention paper assignments.

I chose to do the task on top of the rooftop. My mother-in-law's house has a fairly spacious rooftop, there is a flower garden that contains a variety of flowers and one medium-sized tree, which I do not know what type of plant. It's obviously very cold here. There is a gazebo in the right corner and a table and a chair in the left corner. Maybe this place is meant for relaxing.

Just about to open the laptop, the flat object on the table shook. I stared at the pop-up screen, there was a notification of incoming messages from the green application. Immediately I wiped the phone screen, there was a chat from Fatih it turned out.

Fatihem. The young man with the dimples, once made me fall in love. Let's just say I'm a baper. Her name is also female, sometimes a concern is often misinterpreted. He just thinks I'm no more friend.

But that was before. I'm married to Mas Rafly after all, it's a sin to think of another man.

[Raaaa.]

[Why?]

[Dhea's Wedding you're Dateng, right?]

Astagfirullah. I patted my forehead, almost forgot, if there's a wedding invitation from the classmate, tomorrow night.

[InshaaAllah. Husband's permission first.]

[Oh, yes, he was married. Kudu permission first.]

[Wkwk.]

[Ra, I want a girl. Please judge, yes.]

[Don'um]

[You know it doesn't matter, you're the same drug?]

[I don't know.]

[If drugs can make opium, if you can make you miss. Eaaa.]

I lifted my lips up, for the sake of reading a message from Fatih. Even if I knew he wouldn't see it.

[What is the dong.]

[20]

[Slightly very. Elah]

[Too mainstream.]

[Bodo very, Ra. Not our friends anymore.]

[(I send emotes laughing)]

“Ngapain you smile so, rich crazy,” said someone who immediately made me look up. Even without looking up I know it must be Mas Rafly.

I put the phone on the table. “No papa, Mas.”

Mas Rafly shifted the chair, then sat down in front of me. He was carrying a bag with a laptop. I thought he was going to do some office work, but it seemed like my guess was wrong because it turned out that he opened an Asus ROG GX800 branded laptop.

‘Based on the son of the sultan,’ I said in my heart. I shook my head slowly. Sometimes I don't understand why such gaming laptops are so expensive. And, strangely the gamers will happily buy it. But people say, there is no expensive word, when it comes to hobbies.

“I'm here to get some fresh air while playing games. Not meant to accompany you. So you don't need to ge-er.”

Well, right. I didn't know she was accompanying me. Why are these men often negative thinking.

I glanced at Mas Rafly who kept focusing on staring at the laptop screen. The slightly blond black hair came dancing, along with the direction of the wind sweep, giving a cool impression on him.

“I know I'm handsome, but please don't look at me like that,” he said the slightest sign turned towards me, still staring at his laptop screen.

Yes Salaam, he's a very handsome ass. But, it's pretty, anyway. Halah.

“Please hp-mu in silent, aja. From earlier vibrate keep bothering me playing game.”

I picked up the phone, which turned out to be a lot of incoming messages. One of them is from Bulek Lin, the younger brother of my late mother, who lives in the village.

[Please send money, Bulek again need.]

[Sorry, Bulek. But I just wanted to find another job. So now there is no money. Wait all over again, yeah. God willing I will send.]

College while working, not something easy. Moreover, it must adjust the campus schedule, which sometimes changes. Makes me have to find a job that wants to suit the campus schedule.

[Leave your husband, you're rich. Your husband's rich man cooks you work.]

[I'm not good, Bulek. Cook the new wedding.]

This Lin Bulek who took care of me when my parents died when I just graduated Junior High School. During my stay with him I always helped him until college I still send him money, as a sign of my return to his family who are kind enough to take care of me. He's sometimes rude, but I'm sure he actually loves me.

Sometimes it stumbles in the mind that Bulek Lin is just using me. However, I immediately fended off the thought.it is truly sinful to have met the person who has been caring for me all this time.

[Say you won't send money.]

[No, Bulek.]

[Do not doubt you are rich, you forget your Bulek, yes. Don't be a nut that forgets its skin.]

I exhaled deeply. For a moment I looked at Mas Rafly, but it was not good to ask him.

Mas Rafly who probably caught my face change, then asked, “Why?”

***