Romantic Husband (Stupid Sure Met) By Meisy T

The Unexpected Surprise

Today Ridho invites me to see the development of our house which is being renovated. The front is finished, there is an additional tiny terrace where to relax. Ridho changed the shape of the living room and added one room for guests. Stay finish the kitchen plus the breadth.

Almost a week this Ridho was busy watching the artisans who renovated our house. Sometimes he comes home late. I was filled to see his tired face, after work still had to do something else.

"God willing, next week we can finish our house" said Ridho.

"Yes, Mas. Pretty fast for his exchange."

"Take a. My friend who recommended. Not to worry about the results, huh?"

"Don't make a special room for work? He said he wanted to make an effort."

"Bikin, but I'll move later. On the left is still empty, all build a garage."

"Aren't you now?" many wonder.

"Ng .. money is not enough. See the amount of business profit next month. It's not the same as this month."

"Oh that. I'm sorry, Mas .. I can't help anything to ease Mas's burden."

"Gga papa, dear .. It is our duty as a husband to meet our needs."

I just nodded slowly. Tucked into the feeling of the nelangsa because it can not help Ridho's finances. If I had a good income, too.

I remember talking to my mom last week. I haven't talked about it with Ridho. I don't really think about that much anymore. Did I take the PNS test this year?

"We also have to shop for things for home use, Mas."

"Oh, yes. Almost forgot. Next week's holiday remember, yes. We shop together."

"Ready, Mr. Ridho!"

"Mistress Ridho."

We laughed together. The builders looked towards us. I coded Ridho to stop joking. It's also bad to be busy alone when other people are tired of working.

"We're looking at the bentar yuk plant, Mas! Come back here again. Said someone selling it near here."

"May ... all stop by the florist too if you're not cape."

"Cape what? How eager!" sahutku enthusiastic.

We told the handyman to leave for a while. Ridho promised to give them their weekly wages when we returned again. They nodded in understanding.

About ten minutes on the bike, we arrived at the place that Ridho told us about. There are a variety of tree seeds that are lined. I was confused to choose it.

"What tree do you want to plant?" I asked Ridho at last.

"Mas nurut. Which one do you want?"

"That's plenty. I was confused" I replied grimacingly.

"The mango tree is good, tuh. The swelling can also."

"Yes, deh. Those two first, later if possible buy another one."

"okay." Ridho gave his thumb.

The salesman who was busy taking care of the plants finally approached. "Where are you going, Mom?"

"People are the same, Mas. But just drop it, yeah. God willing next week is taken. I'll be DP first."

"Byeah, Mas. I'll keep it first."

Ridho took out a sum of money that the seller requested for the finished sign. I looked at other plants. My eyes were fixed on the florist across the street.

"Mas, finish this, we go ahead there, yuk! Someone's selling flowers."

"Huh?" Ridho turned in the direction I pointed. "Oh yeah, it just so happens to be close to the place."

"Yes, Mum."

We also went to the flower shop. A woman whom I had estimated was not yet forty years old smiled at us as she approached. He greeted us kindly.

"Please, Ma'am ... which one will the flowers be?"

"You look around, Ma'am," I said with a smile.

"New captain, huh?" tanyakanya.

I tried to keep smiling even though I was a little uncomfortable with the question. One of the reasons I rarely get together with the neighboring mothers of the house is because they love kepo. I also try to focus on seeing the various flowers on display there.

"Like Mas the same Mbaknya, soul mate usually. That's why I am stuck" he continued.

"Eh. Yes, Ma. We're married," I said so he wouldn't ask questions.

"Is there anything interesting, Yang?" asked Ridho who had stayed away because he received a call.

"Asoka pretty huh, Mas? I want roses too."

"Pick what you like. Tar we borrow Mr.'s car to take it."

"A little bit, then. Tar bothered. Not carrying other stuff. I'm moving here again."

"Whatever's good."

I also chose five medium-sized flower pots. Just like a graft tree, Ridho paid a sum of money for the finished sign. We decided to leave after the woman had saved the flowers I had chosen.

Out of the place where the florist, Ashar reverberated. Ridho invited me to pray in a mosque not far from there. We split up in the courtyard of the mosque to take ablution. I offer thousands of thanks after performing the four rakaat prayers.

Before returning to our house, Ridho stopped the motor at the martabak seller's place. He bought several boxes with various flavors. I frowned seeing the large number of portions he ordered.

"Who are you doing it for, Mom?"

"Make us, honey. Make a handyman too. Or do you want to do it for your mother? Just afraid it's cold to go home later."

"Oohs. Stop by again right home, Mom."

"Official."

After paying a sum of money, Ridho drove the bike casually. The clock on the wrist showed four o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived home. The builders were resting because they were tired.

"This, Sir. Make nemenin rest," bargained Ridho.

"Well, thank you, Mas" said one of the handyman who was close to his position with us.

Ridho just nodded slowly. He handed three martabak boxes to the artisans. They received the gift of Ridho with a bare face.

We also sat on the terrace that was shaded. Sometimes I look up at the sky that looks bright. Same with my mood at the moment. When Ridho opened the martabak box, I opened the bottle we brought from Mom's house.

While talking about the development of the renovation with the builders, Ridho prepared money for their wages. We also said goodbye, after Ridho left money on one of the builders to share with others before they went home.

When Ridho turned on the motorbike engine, it was seen someone approaching looking at his face fixed. My eyes squinted a little because the decent sunlight made glare. Right in front of us, the young lady stopped.

"Riddho? You're Ridho, right?" The woman asked with a face.

Ridho who had looked down raised his face. His deeply shocked look on the woman in front of him. My heart wondered, who is the beautiful woman who is currently smiling sweetly at Ridho?