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MY GRAVEYARD IS STILL WET, MY MAS!
[It's still a long time? ]
[Today, don't take overtime, yeah! Plyss .... 🥺 ]
[I've been drooling really want to eat sweet martabak ]
"Sarah, Sarah, when were you independent, anyway? Heuh," I murmured complaining, protesting the message he sent. I can only complain to myself. Dare not to reply to his message, and express protest at his request.
"That's it. No need to reply, let Sarah think for herself."
Indeed he is rarely spoiled like this, but mbok yo look around. This month of Ramadan, her husband's work will double than usual. Sometimes even, the delivery is overloaded and only finished after Lebaran, because we can not finish so much.
I don't know, want to be angry at the mothers of lovers of online shopping, but from them we still get a job and can eat.
I let out a heavy sigh, as I looked at the screen of the phone as it rang, and ignored it as it was still on the motor to deliver the order. Yeah, my job is just a courier. The main job I rely on to support our wife and future children in the womb.
Our first child, whom we have been waiting for his presence for many – years. That must be the reason Sarah to indulge –manja when cravings like this. He thought I would continue to melt down and put it first rather than work. Though, he should think without work, what do we eat?
Seen on a mobile phone screen, a contact with the profile photo of a pregnant woman moves. There are only two options, lifting or ignoring them? If it comes to direct it, it is certain that the owner of the contact named "My wife” will sulk. And business is getting longer. Ah, so lazy.
After hours of ignoring her message, the woman I had been married to five years ago was finally impatient, and made a call. But, because I was busy just ignoring and turning off the ringtone so as not to disturb. Sometimes I even have to block my wife's number that does not understand it, so that the work can continue.
What if he's angry? I'll apologize and say the battery – is low bat. Fortunately Sarah was easily seduced when angry. That's one of the advantages of being a wife. Soft and loving.
I wish I had two cell phones, for work and for personal matters. So calls and messages from Sarah do not hamper the work when viewing the address of the application. But how much is our salary? If there was more money, I would have bought a used motorbike so that Sarah did not continue to whine at me when she wanted to leave like now.
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About four o'clock in the afternoon, my work was done. As usual, the expedition allowed to return home. Although not overtime, still the feeling of fatigue fills the entire body. The sky is cloudy and the breeze will rain to accompany the journey to the house. There was nothing I wanted after arriving, other than to lay down my body, so that this tiredness would soon disappear. Fortunately, there was rain dripping down on my body so I didn't have to worry about getting sick afterwards.
However, I forgot, someone kept whining and waiting. After knocking on the door and before long anyone opened, a shadowy woman with a distended stomach was already standing with a sweet smile on her face. Unexpectedly, he wasn't angry because I blocked his number earlier.
“Mas have come home?” ask him –basi, when it is clear that the question does not need an answer.
Like the other day when I came home, Sarah kissed the back of the hand. While I'm still at the door. The difference is that the woman looks good. I could even smell the lotion she was wearing after the shower.
“Assalamu aleikum,”. Ignoring question.
“Waalaikumsalam.” Sarah nyengir's.
“Mas, thank you, yes I want to go home quickly.” A smile adorned that beautiful face. Which then made me realize, that before, Sarah asked me to accompany her to buy martabak.
I also breathed heavily because of it. Just remember it has become a burden, what else must really – really go now, when my whole body feels crushed.
“O yes, I'm ready to eat, Mas. But good Mas shower first let not smell!” fun. Again, Sarah came in ahead of me towards the kitchen.
“Sarah, come! Mas tired! Why didn't you just order it, so all of you buy it right back home?” my protest. I can't keep my voice down because I feel really – really tired.
Sarah's steps stopped at the lip of the kitchen door. Upset, definitely. Because things don't go as they please. He turned his body towards me. “Yes different, Mas. If I own the message, the same Mas clearly different taste. Must be the message. While I want, meneganya somewhat membanyain continue not until chocolate continues ..”
“Already, already. If you want to take me tonight. Now I want to fuck first. Tired of knowing? Although not overtime, today's work is very much. Where the terrain is steep because of customer addresses in remote.” I'm trying to negotiate with Sarah.
“No, Mas! I want it now!” axed it.
Yes Gusti, Sarah is right – really don't want to see the situation. “Why are you, anyway? What's the difference between now and later? your husband has been working all day, do you not want to understand?” My pride is starting to hurt and I don't want to lose to him. I'm a husband, of course I have to be on it wife.
“Do not want to understand, Mas. The ones who should understand. If it's tonight, Mas Harto's martabak will be closed. Others are not as good as there and origin –asalan make it! Yes, if you don't want to go. Let me go alone now!” Sarah's voice is now rising. You stubborn.
“Huft!” I breathed heavy. My ego and logic agree with that.
It seems like the best decision. Sarah is impatient and wants to leave right now. So at least I can rest.
“Ya, already gone. After all, just in front of the alley right?” sahutku. Now this voice is also swallowed. He only had to cross the big road once. It doesn't seem too difficult either. “If it is difficult to bring a motor across, parking at Mang Joko store only. Keep crossing the heart walk –hat ...”
I'm not done talking. However, Sarah turned around and walked towards the room picking up her bag. He asked me for the motor key.
“I'm leaving, Mas. If anything –apa do not mengesel, yes!” the snoring goes outside.
“Gosh! Do you need to talk like that, Sarah. You yourself who can't wait for your husband to rest first and now even talk that is not –ngak,” my scolding.
However, the woman acted as if she ignored her husband's words. And leave just like that after turning on the only – motorbikes in our house that were parked sweetly on the terrace. I can only ring –gel because of it.
Not wanting my break to be interrupted, I closed the door, then put down the backpack containing an empty supply box. Every day Sarah painstakingly prepared my lunch.
“Hem, let him be the one to settle down later,” I said with a long sigh, as he slowly poured down onto the sofa. “Huh, which favor you deny,” my murmur, when your back is crumpled touch the soft sofa.
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