Sorry, We're Not in line anymore

Cigarette Smoke and Chicken Porridge

Waduh, since Hira was pregnant young, the comfort of me smoking, will be threatened. Not threatened. The origin of being caught smoking in the house, Hira must be nagging along the memory lane.

Not that I am not grateful for God's plan to present the baby. But, everything changed drastically.

Hira began not taking care of herself. Sometimes he can sleep all day, not take a shower. Nyesek look at a wife like that. It's not that I can't understand his condition. But, I was bored and ilfil saw Hira like that.

Like today, from morning until noon, Hira did not come out of the room. I asked, he said a little lemes. Keep his head dizzy.

Oh God, if it keeps going like that, I'm really happy to see it. Are pregnant women that average like that? Laziness, pain, lethargy and other types of laziness that accompany.

In fact, to himself, no matter. Taking a shower is no longer a desire. Wow peril. His son was not born yet, it was a mess Hira's appearance. What if her child is born. Maybe even more messed up, huh?

Since I saw Hira not coming out of the room since morning, I tried to smoke, relieving the feeling of indignation that had been attacking me for the past few days.

Just about to smoke a cigarette, suddenly Hira appeared in front of the room door. He said he was hungry. Ask to buy chicken porridge. But after that, he grumbled.

He asked me to leave the house because he saw me smoking.

"Mas, you don't look like me and your son, yes, if you smoke cigarettes, days. You want me to pass out, with your cigarette smoke?" the stitches are long.

Hearing that, I just chose silence. Because, if I chimed in, he would have nyolot and there was a fifth world war. Huhahahahah!

"Yes, alright, Princess, I'm out of the house. But don't look for it, if you don't go home" I said. I don't know why I said that.

Is correct. Directly Hira angry burned emotions.

"No need to go home. Let you smoke free out there." chirped Hira with a heightened emotional tone.

"Yes, be quiet. By the way this is wrong, by the way it's also wrong," I said, continuing to wander out leaving Hira.

I'm looking for people selling chicken porridge. For some reason, one of the three chicken porridge sellers I know, all three closed.

Like a close together. As far as I know, they are not a family. But why did it close that day.

I remembered again. Because on that day, it was Sunday. Well, they take a holiday. But, only this time their tumben compact holiday.

It's hard on this one business. If given a choice, tell me to choose a bini or cigarette, obviously I will choose a cigarette. Bini, number two. Oops! Thankfully, Hira did not listen. If you listen, you could have cut my neck. Hiii. Serem right?! Ahahahaha!

In fact, between bini and cigarettes is equally important. Life without both, like a world of doomsday.

***

O Allah, I muter-muter nyari chicken porridge order Hira. But, fate again apes. Not a single chicken porridge seller.

Did I make my own chicken porridge, huh?! I wish I could make. Mostly, look at youtube. Beres.

Yes already. I decided to go back to the right. Because it was the chicken porridge seller I was looking for, nothing.

Half an hour later I arrived home. I'll prepare the chicken porridge. Incidentally, Hira was still asleep in the room. I intentionally didn't tell him, if the chicken porridge was ordered, I didn't find one.

Thankfully, an hour or so of cooking the porridge was in order. Understandably, the first cook chicken porridge. Not very good. But, no problem, the important thing is chicken porridge.

Along with the chicken porridge that had been served at the dining table, Hira woke up.

"I'm not built yet, Mom, I'm hungry. Wait for the chicken porridge from earlier." protested Hira.

"Sorry baby, I was looking for chicken porridge around. Three-thirds of the chicken porridge sellers were not open. They're like compacts, close agreements together" I explained.

"Budiman's chicken," I said.

"I mean, how did Mas. How about Budiman's chicken porridge?" Hira was confused to respond.

"Oh my goodness, baby. The time does not understand, if this chicken porridge, is my cooking chicken porridge," I explained to Hira.

"Mas, I want my chicken porridge" said Hira.

"Not open, baby. All three are compact close together," I obviously resisted emotions.

I was tired of cooking the chicken porridge, there was absolutely no appreciation from Hira.

"Thank you, what's wrong? It's even a protest still wanting that other people's porridge." I chanted in my own grumbling heart.

"Prophey to Allah. Having a wife is hard like this. What about the man who had four wives? Oops!" grumbling again.

"Well, if you don't want to, I eat alone" I said sadly. It feels unappreciated my efforts.

***

The next day, I was quiet. I don't want to say anything to Hira. I want to teach him a lesson. So that he can change.

"Mas, I want Kang Abik's martabak" Hira said as she approached me. He put his head on my lap.

I immediately tried to avoid. Leave it alone in the living room.

He tried to follow me from behind, heading to the bedroom. I'm still a bitch. I put my body on the bed in a position to back it.

He tried to hug me from behind. But, my hand was patted. I got up and left him in the room alone.

I slept in front of the TV. Apparently he also followed me again, Hira joined the collapse in front of the tv.

"Honey. Beliin I martabak Kang Abik dong," said Hira whining again, to me.

"Buy it, yourself!" I said in a sniffle tone.

"I can't be out on nights like this, out on my own. Accompany dong, if indeed you do not want to buy his martab." he asked.

"Lazy. You buy it there yourself. I'm tired again," I answered again still trying to be indifferent.

"It's 23:00 wib. Mas. There's no way I'm out on my own, nyari martabak. Later, I'm out on my own, you're angry, Mom! Anterin dong darling!" hira said still begging me.

"As far as you. I'm tired, I'm going to sleep" I said. Then I tried to close my eyes, and I didn't care about him anymore.

"Darling, angry with me?" ask Hira.

I kept quiet, pretending to be asleep.

"Mas, what's my fault. Please don't be mad at me" said Hira.

"You can ride a motorcycle. Very spoiled to be a person. I'm your maid, you tell me where you're going" I said in a relaxed tone, but I kept my emotions.

"I'm pregnant again, Mom. What's wrong with taking me for a second. I want Kang Abik's martabya maem, Hira said once again.

But I'm still a bitch. I want to teach him a lesson. So that she can appreciate me, as her husband.(connect)