Not Husband Scared Wife

Repot every morning

"Dad.... My school shirt where did you keep it?" ask a 7-year-old boy to the father who is cooking breakfast for his family. Besides cooking breakfast, the man was also washing clothes with a washing machine.

"In the closet, son!" Father said a little hard. Because her son screamed asking for her clothes from his room, which was close to the prayer room.

"No father, if any. I can't ask you." The boy's curse is getting upset.

Huuff...

Ibrahim breathed a long and heavy breath. This morning he was so troubled. At 04:30 Wib. He's already up. Despite waking up so early, he always finished his homework and went to work.

"Yes Allah... Give me patience!" he said weakly. He rubbed his chest that was pounding fast, because of the much work he had to do this morning.

Ibra went into the child's room. Yes, the man is often called by the name Ibra. His full name is Ibrahim Abdillah. 32 Year old man. Handsome man with clean skin, as well as curly hair. But, because he has a haircut. Her curly hair is not very visible. Abraham was not a widower. He has a wife. But, since marriage he really wants to help his wife some house. But, these last 6 years, housework, he's done all the housework.

The man stared lazily at his son, who finally did not want to be independent. Even though the 1st grade SD child should be able to wear his own clothes.

"Well, where's your sportswear, baby?" Ibra looked at her son's astonishment, after he had rubbed his son's closet.

"iihi.. Daddyh. If it's here. Yeah, I'm not asking you the same dad." Sahut the bete boy. Biasa the child if the morning, the luggage spoiled.

"A little while, I'm looking first into the iron room." Ibra came out of the room of her son named Hafidz. He stepped quickly into the ironing room. To get to the ironing room, he had to pass through the kitchen.

"God... !" telor which he omelette already. He forgot to lift the egg. Because urged his son Hafidz to find his sports clothes.

Kreeks...

When busy lifting a slouch. The bathroom door opened. Nongollah's second son, Ledy, was five years old. Her son was already over 30 minutes into the bathroom. Always don't want to be bathed by the father. He wants to shower himself. But, consequently. Soap, toothpaste, toothbrush, must be scattered in the bathroom.

"Oh my dear God... How many times did you say. Take a shower with a towel. Look, the floor's wet you made."

"If the floor is wet, keep it slippery. Ledynya. That's what you're gonna say!"

Ibra hasn't finished talking. His son cut his words.

Ibra patted her forehead strongly. He never thought about why his son was doing it all today. Where he had to go quickly to work because Ibra was picketed today. Ibrahim works as a PNS (Civil Servant) He is a sports teacher. He was a PNS for two years. He used to be an honorary teacher, with a salary of 300 thousand/month. At most 500 thousand per month. Depending on how many hours of lessons he brings in one semester, plus the picket money, as well as invitations from teachers he replaces who are not present to school.

"Dad's pretty son, kind, father's princes..... If dad says it again. Don't cut it, boy! must be a son of Soleh...!"

"Soleh....!" Connect with Ledy's son. And immediately bought his hand on the neck of the father. Ibrahim finally took his daughter. He took his son to the ironing room. There's a towel there.

"Dad... My picture book is over. Buy it later, dad. Continues to.... Ummy said he should bring origami paper, scissors and glue!" babble Ledy with the centile.

Puukk..

Ibrahim patted his forehead strongly. "Yes Allah...Son father.. Why didn't you say yesterday afternoon, or last night, son? this morning, the ATK store is not open yet. I need to get to school fast. Dad's picket."

"Huaa.... Hua...." Ledy was crying hysterically. "I don't want to go to school, if there's no origami paper. Later at school, I will be scolded by Ummy. Hua.. hua...!" His cry was spoiled in the arms of his father.

Patience... Patience.... Oh Allah.... Give me patience.

"Dear, shall we buy it?"

"Hurie...!" Shouted Ledy pleased.

Ibrahim took his daughter down from her cradle. He took Hafidz's clothes, and the clothes for Ibrahim to wear today. At the school where he worked, Saturday was a healthy day. So, in the morning there are cheerful gymnastics activities at their school. Because Ibrahim is a sports teacher. Morning exercise is his responsibility.

When you are finished dressing. Ibrahim served breakfast on the dining room table. It is now 06:20 Wib. Meal time is 10 minutes. Before 07.00 Wib he and his wife had to arrive at school.

Yes, his wife Ibrahim is also a PNS teacher. But, his wife was already 10 years PNS. Ibrahim has only been a PNS for 2 years. When he was still honorary, their household costs were indeed more taken from the salary of the wife.

After the husband and wife became PNS. Their lives are even considered fit. When viewed from outside their lives are indeed luxurious. There is a newly built house that has a capital of 300 million. There is also a car, although their car is a second car. But, at least the car was still smooth. There is a Supra motorcycle.

Their lives fit because. SK husband and wife is already in the bank. His wife borrowed money to build a house. Ibrahim also borrowed money from the bank to buy a car.

So it can be said they can only rely on money daily needs of the meal money and allowances difference in salary with performance, called TUKIN and meal money.

"What's cooking this morning?" woe to the wife, who had just come out of the room, and was tidy, stayed for breakfast and left for work.

"Only had time for fried rice, because there was leftover rice last night. And telor omelette. You don't see that!' Abraham pointed to the food on the table.

Huuff..

"Not as bright." Answer with laziness.

"Eat, I've cooked rice in the rice cooker. You are getting more and more day, why the hell the more mutebelin. Eating should be forced.!" Ibrahim said with his wry face looking at his wife.

"Yes the name is not as bright, it is impossible to be forced too, right?" sahut the wife sulked.

"Mak, the fried rice is good koq ma." His son was named Hafidz with his cheerful face.

"If you're all good you taste." Sahut the lazy mother. "Bao... Make me some sweet tea..!" his whine is spoiled for the husband.

"Geez Sarifah, if tea is sweet, you can make it yourself. Don't see you I'm having breakfast." Ibrahim said firmly, he looked sharply at the glance of the wife, who was getting more and more evasive it. I don't usually drink sweet tea in the morning. Hearts ask for heart. Mentang - mentang, money to build a house from the pawn SK the wife. His wife became disillusioned with him. All the housework, lousy Ibrahim. He also works for a living. His wife should know his responsibilities as well.

"If I could, yes where would I ask for help. I must have made my own bang.! This I really can't. I also want to take a day off work. But, if I take a day off work, the meal money will be cut. We may not eat next month!"

"Who told you to get up, must be big. I used to say he built a simple house, the important thing is we do not live in the house of Bones. (his father-in-law Ibrahim. Ibrahim and Sarifah batak angkola. So Ibrahim told his father-in-law is Bones. As for her mother-in-law, Nantulang.)But, because of your high-profile family, we're living a hard life right now." Said Ibrahim lazily. Money only fit snugly for eating.

"Loh koq brother so blame me. Not that it's a family deal. Anyway, what did your parents do for you?" Sahut sarifah nyolot.

Preeengg..

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