One Big Dipper Two Love

Chapter 10

It was so sweet to sit staring at the television screen. Although his gaze was fixed on the screen, but his heart and mind did not listen to the comedy that was popular with the community.

Boro-boro wants to laugh, which is even confused.

Time and again the ayu-faced girl threw a glance at the timepiece hanging on the wall above the television.

It had been ten past fifteen minutes, but the person he was waiting for had not yet returned home.

Usually Hangga comes home when Harum is praying Magrib or finished praying Magrib. The most late is ba’da isya around eight p.m.

Harum grabbed the phone lying on the sofa, right next to him sitting down. Looking at the cell phone, he

thought about contacting her husband, but didn't have his number. Want to ask for the number of Hangga in-laws, the same as opening the marriage ulcer.

Surely her in-laws will ask, why can a wife not know her husband's mobile number?

He will answer what will happen later.

While Harum believes the hope of the in-laws at his marriage is very large.

Then, how does Harum hope for her marriage?

I don't know.

Clearly he will try even harder to get the heart of Hangga.

Not many marriage stories because of arranged marriages that end happily like the story of online novels that are often read. Hopefully the story of her marriage will be like that ending. So sweet hope in the heart.

The fragrance of waking up from his seat at the end-goal rang out the roar of the car. Snapping the instant hijab draped on the body of the sofa, Harum immediately swung his steps towards the front door.

The pain from the sprain last afternoon has improved, just a little pain left. Coming home from the stall earlier, Harum immediately compressed the sprained leg with ice. Then in the afternoon, the kind-hearted Ms. RT drove her to her subscription masseuse.

Ms. RT said, before it gets worse, it is better to get sorted immediately.

It's fragrant according to. Although he was convinced, the doctor certainly did not recommend such a move.

Arriving at the main door, Harum pulled out a few curtains. His heart was relieved and happy when he saw the white SUV car owned by Hangga arrived in front of the house.

Harum quickly opened the door and ran small towards the carport fence that had not been locked. Hangga who was about to go down to open the fence, canceled his intention because Harum first opened the fence for him. After the car is perfectly parked in the carport, Harum locks the fence.

“Why haven't you slept?!” ask Herrin after getting out of the car. Sounds like not a question, but a scolding.

“Waitu Mas Hangga,” Answered Fragrant.

She grabbed the back of her husband's hand and kissed him. Although it seems like Hangga is reluctant to be treated like that by Harum.

“Other times don't have to wait for me. I can open the fence myself!” ketus Hangga who wears a blue shirt without a tie with the sleeves of the shirt rolled up to the elbows.

Of course his appearance was very handsome, despite the exhausted aura seen on his always charming face in Fragrant eyes.

“Let me bring her bag, Mas,” Smell. He chose not to respond to Hanga's earlier remark.

“Not necessary. Thank you.” Hangga breezed into the house regardless of Harum.

There is a little disappointment sneaking in the heart of Harum because the attitude of Hangga is not as sweet as this morning.

Fragrant breath, filling the air in the chest cavity to unravel the sense of disappointment. Afterwards she followed the steps behind her husband.

“Mas Hangga hasn't eaten ‘kan?” harum asked as Hangga was about to go up to the second floor to her room.

Hangga stopped his steps and turned to look at women who wear home-grown tulip motifs of purple and matching color hijab. “I've eaten,” said.

The man whose face began to be overgrown with thin beards was silent for a moment because he remembered the message that Bu Mirna had sent about soto. However, he chose to continue his steps towards the room.

Fragrant stepping gontai towards the dining table. Pulling up a chair, then throwing your buttocks on it.

His eyes stared at the soto pan on the stove. His chest suddenly tightened. Given how his struggle to cook the food of his favorite.

Soto Surabaya made by Harum was not eaten at all. He only made two soto bowls for Bu RT and Ebah—ART next to his house.

That afternoon, fragrant only ate bread. Since then, Magrib has been very hungry. However, she chose to endure the hunger in order to have dinner with her husband. Ignoring the worms in his stomach that was urinating from earlier.

“You haven't eaten?” asked Hanges who suddenly stood before Harum. The man had not changed his clothes, still wearing the same clothes when he came home earlier.

“If you haven't eaten, just eat. It can hurt if you do not eat,” said Hangga again, before Harum answered his question.

It was fragrant to hear the last words of Hanges. Does that mean that Hanges is worried about him? Is that how Hangga is to him?

“If you are sick, mom will definitely nag me,” continued Hangga.

The flowers in the heart fragrant immediately buds immediately heard the continuation of the words of the Hanges who was stepping towards the refrigerator. His girlfriend was not worried about him, but worried about his mother.

Opening the fridge, Hangga took out a bottle filled with cold white water. Then head to the dining table to get a glass. While Harum who had noticed earlier had also thought to get a glass for Hangga. Suddenly it made both their hands touch each other, both about to take a glass.

There was a subtle sigh that felt radiating to the hearts of the two. After some jokes hypnotized by the situation, finally Hangga pulled his hand. Releasing his touch on the fragrant soft hand.

“This is the glass, Mas.” Fragrant standing up, his hand outstretched hand handed the glass to Hangga.

“Put it there!” the Order of the Hanges

.

The man pointed at the lip of the table in front of him with his chin. Harum obeyed the orders of Hanges.

He pulled out a chair, then sat down. Pouring cold water into the glass, the fragrant husband immediately gulped it down to the toilet.

It looks like Mas Hangga is thirsty. Like coming home from a long trip. Fragrant entrenched.

“What are you cooking?” ask Hangga after putting on a glass of cold water.

“I cook soto. Would you like to try?” fragrant Lontar with bright twinkle in his eyes.

“Bby. I'll accompany you to eat,” said the successful Hangga makes the fracturing back of the flowers in the heart fragrant.

“Wear rice, Mas?” tasteless.

“No need, sotonya only.”

Smiling sweetly. His heart was happy not to play. His struggle to cook today was apparently not in vain. The ayu-faced girl was quick to prepare dinner.

Warm up the soto sauce briefly in a pot, then pour it on two bowls that have been filled with soto appendages such as chicken milk, vermicelli, cabbage, tomatoes and celery leaves. Lastly add lemon juice, emping and sowing fried onions.

The smell of fresh soto so caressed the nose. Plus parchment and dried fried beef lung as a side dish, more appetizing. Especially for Harum who has been holding back hunger since.

The couple began to eat a late dinner. Hangga nodded in satisfaction after enjoying her first bribe. Twice enjoying the wife's cooking, making Hangga can conclude that his wife is good at cooking.

If only Hangga did not have Nata, it would be very easy to fall in love with the shady girl.

“Rum.” The call of the Hanges broke the air of silence around them. Both meals have been served more than half.

“Ya, Mas?”

“If you are wondering about how our marriage is, you understand ‘kan have to answer what,” said Hangga in between meals.

Hearing the words of Hangga, Harum canceled the mouthful of a spoon into his mouth. The mouth that was opened was closed again. A spoonful of rice plus a piece of lung was put back on the plate.

“Iya, Mas,” answered nodding his head.

“That mother really likes you. And the expectations are very high for our marriage. Lie for mom. Don't make mom sad,” said Hangga again.

“Iya, Mas.” Actually, without explanation, Harum already understood what was in the head of Hangga.

“You asked that time, why I did not take marriage leave.” Harum nodded slowly. He remembers asking this question on the way to Tangerang with Hangga, the day after their wedding.

“Because I did not tell my office friends, my boss, and all who knew me, that I was getting married. No friend or co-worker knows about this marriage. So, if one day you meet when I am with my friend, you do not admit that you are my wife, yes,” said Hangga at length.

Just talk to Hanges. Without realizing it, there was a heart that was sliced to his words. Lucky Harum is not typical of whiny women. Although his heart hurt like it was being sliced into pieces, his eyes and facial ripples were able to attempt to calm down. “Iya, Mas,” he said withhold bitter.

By remaining calm, Harum continued the feed for the sake of his food feed. Although Hanges speech made his appetite evaporate, melting with the air, he tried to finish his food.

If the food is not spent. Mubazir was not a friend of the devil. If he has been friends with the devil, then a husband like Hangga should be flanked?

When Harum was still trying to emphasize the food that now feels difficult to swallow, the man with thick eyebrows stood up and left the dining table.

Fragrant could only look at the departure of Hangga without daring to ask. However, a few moments later Hangga returned to the dining table and sat down at his original place.

“Your hand why wound?” asked Hangga who had noticed the wound on Harum's hand.

“Eh, this. Not why,” replied Harum while looking at the scar of the incident fell last afternoon.

Then Hangga tore off the wrapping paper of something she was carrying. It turned out that it was the wound plaster he had taken from the P3K box.

“You closed the wound this time,” he said while thrusting the wound plaster.

“Thank you,” said Fragrant while receiving plaster from the hand of Hangga.

Harum tried to stick the plaster on the back of his injured hand. However, for some reason the simple work suddenly became very difficult to do. Whether because of nervousness, nervousness or anything, he did not understand.

“Sini, I use,” said Hangga.

He took the plaster from Fragrant's hand, then placed it on the back of the injured Fragrant hand.

The attitude of the Hanges makes Harum nervous. He glanced at Hangga and his hand which was being plastered alternately.

What do you really want, my husband? Just a moment ago dimmed your heart, now you're illuminated again.