Patience of My Husband

Congenital Baby

This afternoon I deliberately called Arka, wanted to take her to Luna's house, all of them deliver the favorite pandan sponge cake Luna. Hoping to get praise from the husband because it has succeeded in making a sponge. But instead he asked as if I had always failed at everything.

Want to be angry when the husband doubts the ability of his wife. I was tired of being in the kitchen. Not to mention the egg spill when breaking it, not to mention the container that has been filled with flour nudged elbow that finally spilled on my front body.

My work seems meaningless. Husband sucks, if it was in front of me, I would have put an egg in his mouth.

Astaghfirullah, why am I a bar ?

Today I deliberately made a lot of pandan balls. The plan wants me to share. So that others can feel the results of my work.

To me it feels good enough. It's like the one sold in the pastry shops. He just lost in his appearance. I still can't give you the topping and

Lately, I have loved to make all kinds of cakes. Though more failed than succeeded. Sometimes scorching, sometimes slamming, sometimes also bland because forget not yet in love with sugar.

Is it possible because it often fails, so Arka doubts my ability?

Apparently not, Arka alone can not praise the ability of the wife.

For some reason lately Arka like to change, often makes me upset, irritated, and angry. But it rarely makes me laugh.

Is Arka getting bored with me, especially now I'm in a gini pregnancy. Soon my stomach will bulge, my body will stretch, and maybe my face will also swell.

Will Arka turn away if my body has changed shape?

Aahh thought of Arka, making my head throb.

I'll ask him directly. Why has he changed now? Why do I get upset more often?

"Gosh, so sorry does not feel the sponge one plate is difficult to run out" I spoke to myself when I saw the plate in front of me was empty without contents. Though the plate contains a pretty much pandan sponge. Is this greedy me?

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The sound of a car entering the garage. I ran small to the living room to make sure that the one that came was Arka. I peeked out from behind the window, and it turned out to be Arka. I saw the clock in the middle room. It turns out it's still two o'clock. But why Arka's home.

"Assalamualaikum" The voice I always miss when I go to make a living. Which I always look forward to coming. Who else if not my husband's voice.

"Waalaikumsalam" I answered and walked up to him, kissing the back of his hand. And a kiss on the forehead in return.

"Dear to eat?" Ask Arka when putting the bag on the sofa. He also sat on the sofa. Then he loosened his tie and folded his sleeves.

"Not yet"

"I haven't eaten yet, it's past lunchtime" you know"

"Still not yet. I'm still busy making cookies" I replied again.

"You want cake. There's still, right?"

"There was. I told you I made a lot. So where might have been finished. I'm greedy to the point that you say I'm finished" Always pissed off. He thought I was going to finish it all. Although I've actually finished one plate full. Don't let Arka know.

"Darling, I didn't say you finished the cake. I'm just wondering what's still up. If there's still going to be I want to eat your cake" There's always a lot of reasons.

"It's the same. You are not nanya but nuduh" Omelku.

Arka was silent. Rubbed his face violently. Then he stood up and picked up the bag that had been placed on the sofa.

Without speaking again, Arka walked up the stairs. Maybe he'll go to the room. Really annoying to talk and go.

Arka stopped her footsteps when she started to step on the stairs. And turned again to face me.

"Darling, I'm not avoiding you. I just want to go to the bathroom. My body is all sticky, we will talk again. All prepare. We're going to Luna's house soon." Arka's voice was so soft, but I was still able to hear it.

"Keep why not tell me first if you want to go to the bathroom. Usually want anything always said. How are you quiet now?" Narrator.

"Darling, I was afraid of mispronouncing, so I chose silence. Silence is still wrong. How am I supposed to do?" Arka's voice sounded so resigned.

"Yes, no. That's not how" I replied nervously.

"Is there anything else to talk about? If not, I'll take a shower"

"Yes there's a shower" Then I turn around and walk towards the kitchen.

I took the finished sponge cake, I topped the cheese grater and I gave a strawberry slice in some parts. After that I put it in the box and add a ribbon decoration outside. It looks so pretty.

Two boxes of pandan sponge cake have been neatly arranged on the dining table. After that I moved it and placed it on the living room table.

I rushed to the room to clean myself up. When I entered the room Arka already looked neat with a plain brown shirt suit and black material pants.

When passing through the dressing room it feels nauseous, pingin vomit "Duuuhh if you wear perfume tuh-not much why the hell? Smells until it stings gini, wants to vomit to know that nyium kayak gini" Omelku. While Arka only glared after I was omeli.

"I wear it just a little dear" replied Arka languidly.

"It will sting my nose, it feels like I'm going to throw up, or maybe you change the perfume brand"

"Oh my God, this is your favorite perfume. This is all you buy. Usually you like to stick around if I wear this perfume. But if you don't like it. I want to change perfume, but later you choose. Let you feel comfortable." Say again.

It didn't seem like the wrong Ark, but it seemed like it was my troubled nose. I saw a row of perfumes in a mini storefront, all those perfumes were my favorite. It was even me who bought it.

Because of this pregnancy, I do not like the smell of perfume that stings. There was just a baby.

After the shower I polish my face with thin makeup. It looks natural but does not make the face pale. It looks more fresh.

Suddenly the door opened and Arka walked up to me. I don't know where he's from.

"Dear, try this. You like it?" Arka thrust a small roll on me.

I breathed in that roll on, it smelled so good.

"What'sthis? How does it smell so good?" Ask wonder. I saw the roll on in Arka's hand.

"This oil oles, can make flatulence, if dizziness can be in by at the temple, if in the bite of ants also directly smeared to the bitten part. You likey?"

"He uh "I nodded steadily.

"Yes, just a minute" Then Arka opened the closet, and took her new shirt.

The shirt he was wearing, he was replaced with a new shirt. Not to forget, he also applied the rollon to the neck, chest, stomach, and arms.

"Where, no more nausea?" Arka approached me, making sure I felt comfortable not being close to her.

"Snell it" I laughed happily.

"I'll buy another one for you. Now we're going to Luna's house" Arka took my hand and we walked together to the garage where the car was parked.