Replacement Ribs

35. Patience Testing

"Where is your husband, Nduk?" ma'am Ambar asked after she changed her clothes after her wedding ceremony.

"Again buy pickled, ma'am.,"

"You asked for it? There is no one selling the product here. Where are you going? You're a freak to, Nduk."

"He who wants. Nana didn't tell." Kirana.

Moments later, Kirana hears her mother's voice talking to someone over the phone. From the content of the conversation, it can be ascertained if the person his mother called was Tristan. His mother was telling his son-in-law to come home soon.

Tristan has not returned for 2 hours. Kirana is not really that. Her husband must be confused looking for a pickled seller. But he intentionally let it go. Counting tests patience. Because in the past, Kirana has very often got exams from Tristan. His mentality is now broken. He wanted to see how patient Tristan was who he said was ready to be a standby father.

Kirana looked at the front of the house hearing her mother's noise.

"That one, Dad! Who menga.!"

"Where the hell?"

"It's on it again!"

Kirana chuckled amusedly at the sight of her father and mother picking mangoes. His father brought a pole and his mother directed it. What a compact cooperation to comply with the wishes of their grandchildren. Though eating salted completely desire of Kirana. Imagining eating fruit with spicy sauce and eaten in a cold state makes it have to swallow saliva.

If you are not pregnant, Kirana herself will climb it. In the condition of a big belly, where maybe his mother allowed Kirana to do such extreme things.

One basket of mangoes, Bu Ambar brought to the kitchen. He nimbly peeled and cut the yellowed mango. Then smooth the seasoning.

"Bikin himself can. I love to play people." he told the princess who was helping to cut mangoes.

"Let the business look, ma'am." said Kirana.

It didn't take long to make a pot. Kirana kept it in the freezer for a while. Because it can't stand the smell. He also added ice cubes into a bowl containing pickled mangoes.

Bu Ambar shook his head to see his daughter like the first time he ate the processed fruit. But he was quite happy because finally Kirana did not just eat meatballs or snacks school children who often pass in front of the house.

"The signal has been!" Tristan came in with a big smile showing the plastic bag in his hand. But her smile faded as she looked at the contents of the bowl in front of Kirana.

"You bought it too?" the question hides disappointment.

"Mom made it."

Tristan's shoulder was shed for a moment. He searched hard to get out of town, it turned out that his mother-in-law could make the food that his wife wanted.

"So imi won't?"

Kirana nodded and pulled her lips. He held back a laugh seeing Tristan's disappointed face.

The plastic bag was placed Tristan on the dining table. Then he went into the room.

It was just clear that Kirana who returned to get her mother's nagging. It seems like her parents and Tristan's parents have been switched kirana will be treated well by her mother-in-law who is always gentle. As for her mother, ever since she knew Tristan, Kirana was like a stepson.

"You're a bok ya appreciate your husband's effort. How many hours did he spend just to eat what you wanted."

Kirana left the fruit and followed her husband into the room. Kareba honestly felt guilty for bullying her husband. But he was often disappointed by Tristan. Early in the morning he made breakfast but in the end the rejection he received.

"Mas!" call Kirqnq to her husband who is taking off his buttons.

"You're bathing. Tired!" sahut Tristan flat.

It turned out that the man's patience was indeed as thin as a tissue. There was also a test.

"Anged?"

Tristan shook his head, putting his dirty shirt in the basket.

"Really?"

"Yes. I am stubborn again. It was supposed to be when my mother called me straight home. Not looking for it until you can."

"You're being bathed, aren't you?"

Tristan yng is already leafing in the bathroom door to stop his steps. Kirana's style of speech was of course just to tease her. But that doesn't apply to him. He turned around and held Kirana.

Kirana screamed loudly asking to be taken down.

"I'm kidding, Mom! Lower me!"

"I know" said Tristan while lowering Kirana.

"You're wrong to have seduced me," he said with a sly smile.

Kirana froze where she stood. As Tristan drew closer and looked at him fixedly. Kirana returned the same look. A look full of longing.

Her heart was unable to resist, as Tristan revealed it in a gentle touch on the face and ended up on the lips.

"I miss you Kirana."

Kirana gave Tristan both eye beads. Trying to find a lie that might accompany her husband's words. Did he find? This time it sounded so sincere. Even Kirana saw the netra she was staring at was glazed.

"Me too." The answer was so good to obey his heart.

Bruk!

Kirana threw herself into her husband. Bust naked with perfume mixed with sweat, has been missed since the two full moon. The smell made Kirana not want to let go of her embrace. The warm liquid from both corners of his eyes did not melt.

Kirana is not out of thought with her.half dead she tried to stay away from Tristan but her heart is too difficult to work with.

"I took a shower, yeah. Smell of sweat."

Kirana shakes. Tristan laughed softly and carried Kirana on the bed. Letting her sweaty body be hugged by Kirana. The desire of pregnant women is sometimes difficult to understand. He let Kirana hold him until finally the embrace loosened.

"Have you?"

Kirana nodded before letting Tristan go to the bathroom. She shuffled down from the bed to prepare her husband's change of clothes.

Tristan was no longer carrying a small suitcase like when he first arrived. But a large suitcase is now lying next to the wardrobe.

Kirana opened the suitcase that was not tightly closed, many clothes carried by Tristan. And also a laptop of his and some of his personal items. Kirana ignored all that. He took out a piece of t shirt without a collar and jeans and also underwear.

"Where's the short?" tristan asked as he finished his bath.

"Wear that."

"And just at home," Tristan put back the trousers that Kirana took.

"Why at home wear long pants?"

Kirana's high tone made Tristan link his eyebrows together. The wife's mood seemed to have suddenly plummeted due to her rejection.

Not wanting to prolong the debate, Tristan wore long trousers and clothes that had been prepared by Kirana. Then he stood in front of the mirror while whistling.

"Road, yuk!" take it to Kirana.

"Where?"

"Anywhere. Want to test drive a new motor."

Kirana threw the pillow she was holding onto and rushed down from the bed. Replacing his negligee with trousers and a long t-shirt.

"Wear a jacket" Tristan said.

Kirana took her jacket from the closet. He seemed so excited by Tristan's invitation. Of course because all this time his new motorbike was only contained in the garage. His mother always forbade him to ride a motorcycle with difficulty because of his height is not how much. But if it's with Tristan, where might his mother ban it.