Not the Ideal Husband

The Wedding

Not waiting for Sofia to wake up, Wawan came out of the room with a fresh face, his hair wet. Not to trick her in-laws into thinking they have done Zafaf night, but rather to want to refresh themselves.

Last night what he heard was so clear in hearing. The heart feels pinched when the wife mentions the name of another man. What power he can't rebuke Sofia. This can happen in the subconscious.

"Eh, the manten is up," teased Hanifa Sofia's new niece High School. "Wet the hair." The girl chuckled and shut her mouth.

"Nriv ...." Mr. Yanto wandered out of the kitchen shaking his head at his grandson. In his hand held a Mug containing sweet tea. "Where are you? it's still dawn?" asked Pak Yanto to Wawan.

"You go to the mosque, sir. Let's wake the people up." Wawan shook his body when answering his father-in-law's question.

"Later with father. Sofia's not up yet?" ask Bu Asmirah who followed Mr. Yanto from the kitchen. The old permpuan brought the banana with the greengang on a tray. There are also cassava chips left over yesterday. He looked at the door of the room occupied by his son and daughter-in-law.

"The bell is still inside, ma'am. Tired said."

Wawan's answer made both in-laws and nephews lyrics to each other. Moreover, Wawan's wet hair adds confidence to what they are thinking. Wawan himself scratched the temple feeling wrong but justified what he said. His wife may have been soaked after yesterday's event.

The intention of leaving for the mosque early became a hiatus because Mr. Yanto invited him to sit first. Talk about crops in the garden and in the fields to serious chatter about himself with his wife.

"Father leave your father's daughter with you, Nak Wawan. Please educate him who is still childish."

"Goddess, Sir. Pray that I can carry out your trust well."

The dawn prayer interrupted their conversation. Along with their steps towards the mosque, Bu Asmirah knocked on Sofia's room. Not getting an answer, Ms. Asmirah went straight in and found her daughter still sound asleep. The blanket covers up the head.

"Wake Sofia, wake up!" The blanket was pulled by the mother.

The body squirms but does not immediately open the eyes. It takes time to really wake up.

"Sophy!"

"What the hell, Mom?" answer Sofia stretch the muscles while yawning.

"Biasan." The dishcloth held by Asmirah's mother landed in the open mouth. "Your husband has gone to the mosque with his father. Don't let me go home and find you haven't woken up. Take a quick shower and prepare breakfast for your husband."

Sofia growls and wakes up, "husband, husband, husband. Fibet has a husband." He grabbed a towel and then took a shower without shampooing.

When she exited her sister-in-law's room, she squinted at Sofia's dry hair. "You didn't shower?"

"Bring it" replied Sofia sewot. He poured mineral water into a glass for himself. The esophagus feels dry after screaming in the bathroom.

"The hair is still dry." God pointed at Sofia's hair with lips. "Don't tell me last night you didn't ..," whispered God.

Sofia refused to discuss this. He lyrics out the window, outside still looking faintly dark. The term is karangcang tihang. Wagner and I have not returned yet. Maybe they listened to the dawn lecture first.

"Duh Maliq is a dream husband. It's so rich again, so lucky to be his wife. Complete package. Lah me? Let alone the rich at least a saucy," said Sofia without turning her gaze from the television screen.

"Huss, don't do it. Be grateful! Everyone's test is different, including the treasure test. Don't compare our tests to the tests of others. The size of the shoes alone is definitely different so do not expect the same," said Bu Asmirah reminded. He's about a bucket of wet clothes to dry. When stepping on the door he was stunned it turned out that Wawan was sitting on the porch of the house. "Nak Wawan? Why not go in? Oh, what father?"

Ms. Asmirah is looking for her husband. He had wanted to ask since when his daughter-in-law had been there. Worried that her daughter-in-law heard what Sofia said.

"Wait for the sun to rise, ma'am. Cold to sunbathe. If you said you wanted to go to Haji Soleh's house for a while."

Wawan kept showing off a smile even though for the second time Sofia hurt herself. Patience, that is the only word he always says in his heart. The risk of marrying Sofia must be patient.

***

"You want to go for a walk?" haggar Wawan as Sofia accompanied herself to change clothes in the room. If not for the arrival of the father, not necessarily Sofia want to do that.

"Do you have money?" Sofia's lips curved up like a mock.

"It seems enough to buy mixed ice," replied Wawan jokingly but reciprocated delicacy by his wife. "If you want, we're leaving now not to get too hot."

Sofia thought that she would be invited to take a walk to the city square or at best to the cheap market. Apparently his guess was wrong, Wawan took him to a mall in the city center. After a nearly two-hour journey through traffic jams, they finally arrived.

"Come, want to watch first or want to shop first?" Not because of a lot of money like those who are born rich. Wawan just tried to please his wife. Who knows, his wife's heart is a little open to him. Hope so.

"Don't get rich," snorted Sofia to leave Wawan first. He who had just felt watching in the cinema with the Judge wanted to repeat it. It was a shame that the man chose to come home with a broken heart. They have not tried to fight.

Sofia peeked at the contents of Wawan's wallet when her husband was buying a ticket to watch. There are only five hundred thousand pieces of money so-soan wants to look rich. Poor is poor, poor is in the heart.

"Don't get close ah," Sofia's sergeant as her husband's man walks by her side. He even brushed off the hand that was about to hold.

Only in this way did Sofia believe could hurt Wawan. He was sure that the man would not stand it and would soon divorce himself. Yes he's sure.

After watching Sofia ask for shopping. Fortunately he still uses a little heart by not asking for luxury and branded shopping. Not only her husband will be embarrassed, she will be dragged if Wawan money is not enough to pay. The five hundred thousand dollars that have been taken to buy tickets is indeed enough to buy luxury goods. Therefore he chose to go down to the supermarket and take the snacks he wanted. Forgetting to carry a basket made him fuss himself because his hands were full. Some of the items he took even fell and invited the attention of visitors as well as self-service officers.

"Shopping put it here!" Wawan presents a shopping cart. It has ******, deo-lotion for underarms and shampoo for men. There are only three types that Wawan bought for himself. While Sofia knows how many. Wawan clearly did not mind and still pay for it.

Two bags of large crackles Wawan tote when out of the shopping center. Sofia was not willing to help him at all. The shopping is more his.

"Hot streak!"

Fuck, Wawan's motorbike is hard to light up. Sofia who had gone up instantly came down again. He clucked, "don't eat it so-soan want to look rich. It's a motorbike button."