Staying Married Because of Ugly

Meet Mail

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At 05.00 pm Mayra and Arga returned home, after passing a long drama about the request of the three pregnant women. Where Arga, Dewa and Reno must leave the house to find the wishes of his wives.

The man lay down on the bed, while Mayra was cleaning herself in the bathroom.

His eyes stared towards the ceiling of the room, sighing heavily.

"It turns out that accompanying and also obeying the wishes of pregnant women is very heavy. Let's hope there are no more strange requests from my wife" Arga murmured.

Just now that he was about to close his eyes, there was suddenly a scream from the bathroom, and it made him instantly rise from sleep then directly walk towards the bathroom door and knock on it.

"Darling, why are you!" arga shouted, but there was no answer. And without warning he immediately opened the door of the bathroom that was not locked, for fear of anything happening with Mayra.

However, when the door opened, he saw his wife looking in the bathroom. And at once Arga looked at him in wonder.

"You're not papa, are you? Is there a wound?" asked Arga in panic

"You're what the hell, Mas. Go to the bathroom do not knock on the door first, just play nyerobot. If I don't wear clothes, what?" maira replied in a slightly taut tone.

"Yes, because I heard you yelling" replied Arga. Then he looked at his wife from hair to feet. "Is there a wound? Why did you scream?" asked Arga still with an anxious face.

Mayra also shows her phone, which is playing her favorite drama movie along with Naina.

"So I shouted, because the girl was almost hit, but the guy was slow motion!" pissed off Mayra while pouting.

Arga who heard that also immediately patted his eel. His face looked lethargic when he heard the answer from his wife, then he came out of the bathroom. While Mayra reflected while looking at the drakor in front of her.

"Geez! I guess she's why, apparently just because of the Korean drama. After all, what is so special about opa-opa? I'm like a grandfather. Everywhere is a sister, om, not Opa. Opa that's grandpa, it's old!" gerutu Arga because he was upset because his wife idolized Korean artists.

Finished with her ritual, Mayra came out of the bathroom and was already dressed. He was sitting on the bed leaning, but his hand was still holding a cellphone that was playing his favorite drakor movie.

While Arga was upset, because he was dumped and not cared for by Mayra.

"Echm!" Arga thundered small to attract the attention of his wife. However, Mayra did not look. He is still focused on the ongoing film.

"Darling, what do the Koreans look like? His eyes are also narrow, my arms are also narrow. Lookie! Even my muscles are big, my stomach is also a lot of torn bread!" annoyed Arga while he was singing his lips.

"Yes, you're more handsome than them, but I like them. Can't really be? Even so, you are still the number one guy in my heart" explained Mayra.

But Arga who was upset then rose from his seat. He walked towards the balcony, carrying his frustration staring at the dim orange sky in the form of darkness.

Mayra, who felt her husband was upset, then followed to the balcony, then she hugged Arga's body from behind and leaned her head on the man's burly back.

"You're angry, aren't you? Don't scold dong! I really idolized them from the time I was a girl. But since you're my husband, you're still number one. Idolizing doesn't mean I want to have them, does it? Just just love it with the songs, and with their acting in the movies. That's all, baby, nothing more" explained Mayra trying to calm her husband's frustration.

Arga did not answer, only a sigh was heard. He was surprised, why the hell 80% of women idolize Korea so much? Arga did not run out of thought, what attracts from a squinty man like all of them?

"Yes, just weird. Why are you so idolizing that little-eyed guy? Though the more handsome artists were many who dance better also many, even those who are superior to them many."

Just as Mayra was about to answer Arga's words, suddenly the man's phone rang. And he reached into her in his pants pocket, apparently the one who called him was Mail.

"Awhile, I picked up the phone from Mail first" Arga said, then she shifted the green button.

"Yes, why?" asked Arga while continuing to rub the head of Mayra who was currently in her arms.

"Oh so. Yes, I'm going there" replied Arga before the phone disconnected.

Mayra turned her face, staring at Arga. "Mas, that's from his friend Upin Ipin? Are they real, right? I know they're-"

Arga nudged Mayra's eel, making the woman scowl in annoyance. "He's not Mail's friend Upin Ipin. He's my friend, don't be weird. Oh yes, then Maghrib I want to go out for a while, meet him, there is work to be discussed," said Arga.

"Can't it be tomorrow?" pinta Mayra's. But Arga shook his head, finally Mayra could only resign.

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Mail is currently sitting waiting for the arrival of his friend, Arga. He wanted to tell me something important, that's why the man invited Arga to meet.

After waiting for a long time, the man came and immediately sat in front of the Mail.

"What's wrong? Go straight to the point! Jstri I do not want to be left for long, again baby fashion," said Arga.

"Well, the newlyweds are still her angels?" ledek Mail's. "Gue came here to meet, because someone wants to talk about the two parents of Mayra," said Mail.

"What's that?" ask Arga who was curious.

Then Mail handed over a file to Arga, and the man immediately received it and read it carefully.

"So they found Mayra at the Orphanage?" asked Arga, but Mail immediately shook his head.

"Read it down!" pinta Mail's.

Arga frowned, then he read down. And how surprised he was when he discovered such a bitter reality.

Where in the paper explains, if Mayra was kidnapped, then sold to a married couple who are wanting a child. However, when Mayra was 3 years old, she was banished because the wife of the person who adopted her as a child did not want the presence of Mayra, because her husband always spoiled Mayra and did not care about her. Until finally Mayra was found by her parents, more precisely adoptive parents.

Arga did not expect that his wife's life from childhood really suffered. He could not imagine how the suffering of Mayra from the baby, had been thrown there and here like an item sold for sale.

"But I haven't investigated it deeply. This is only part of the information. I feel something is still up" explained Mail.

Arga looked at Mail with a narrowed gaze. "The thing that's stuck? What'sthat?" asked Arga in surprise.

"That's it. Maybe this is just my guess, but I feel that the person who kidnapped Mayra as a baby was an enemy of her biological parents. But this is just an estimate, I haven't investigated it deeply."

Arga nodded his head, then he put the file back in and folded it and put it in his jacket.

"Seek, I'll transfer. And I wait for news! Thanks for the report, I went home first _cause there's something I have to buy too, " Arga said, patting her on the shoulder.

"What do you want to buy?" ask Mail while drinking his coffee.

Arga's face looks a little moody, more precisely the look of a confused face. How not? Before she left to meet the Mail, Mayra said that when Arga came home, the man had to buy him food.

"What food does your wife ask for?" ask Mail.

"She wanted a cucur and also a serabi cake. I honestly just heard it. Is there a yes in this world the name of such food?" asked Arga while kneading her temple.

Mail fell silent, trying to think about it until after 2 minutes there was no answer from the man. Then Arga asked again, "You know that food is not like that?" asked Arga in annoyance.

"No. You know, as a child my neighborhood was not in Indonesia, but in Europe. So I know what that food is. If you want to know just ask the same Mbahmu only," explained Mail with a weak tone.

Arga who heard that was of course very upset. "If you don't know, you should have said that earlier. Don't waste my time!" upset Arga, then he left the table.

But only a few steps did the man turn back. "You said that earlier? Who's really?) I don't have an Mbah?" ask Arga

"Not Mbahmu. But Mbah all in the world, which is Google," chuckles Mail.

Arga is further irritated, then he leaves Mail laughing at his frustration.

Then Arga got into the car and drove away from the cafe to look for food ordered by his wife. He felt confused as to where to look for such a strange food.

Finally inevitably Arga also opened Google, and look for how the picture of the food mentioned and requested by the wife.

"Geez! So it turns out it looks like this. Why is my wife's request so weird? Why not ask for a burger, kebab or steak that is more luxurious, healthier and also easier to find. Traditional food like this where am I looking ?" Arga patted his head that felt dizzy.

He really didn't know where to look for that food. Moreover, it is written if the food is a traditional typical food, and certainly very rarely people sell it, let alone it has been a night like that.

If Arga doesn't bring home the food Mayra asked for, tonight addresses her sleeping on the couch.

"God! For the sake of the eel pit and for the sake of the sprout seeds that were in my wife's stomach, then I had to search wherever this food was. Lord, please give me your miracle. Don't you feel sorry for seeing my suffering like this?" muttered Arga while raising both hands asking for a miracle from the Creator.

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