Take Me to Heaven

Chapter 37's

Desi was a little upset with her husband. Because he never felt satisfied with her.

"If this continues to be able to make my body thinner Mas Angga" he muttered in his heart.

"Let me help you make breakfast" Invite Angga.

"Can I cook?" Desi asked who was underestimating her husband's ability.

"Yes that. You think I can't cook, as long as you know that Dimas and I cook together. If again equally upset, Surely we will gather to confide in each other while cooking our favorite dishes" said Angga told how his friendship with Dimas.

"Then let's prove it to me" Desi said by challenging Angga.

"Alright sweetheart. You just sit back, shut up and watch how chef Angga cooks. Then give me a gift if my cooking tastes good Ok" said Angga with his spirit.

"Well I'll wait for your cooking here" said Desi.

Anga then immediately did the action. There is no rigid movement when Angga wants to start his work. He really looks like a professional chef.

'Nook...

"This is a special fried rice for my angel. Come on baby please taste, may you like" said Angga with enthusiasm.

Desi tried to put the food in her mouth, for a moment she stopped to chew it.

"What's up, baby. Does it taste bad?" Angga asked curiously as he saw Desi's slightly tense expression.

"Gee. I must admit that my husband is the best chef" Desi said sincerely praising her husband's cooking.

"So my cooking tastes good?" Ask Angga curiously.

Desi just nodded her head.

"Nah means for a while night there is a plus-plus gift dong" Angga said with a mischievous smile.

Desi's eyes were wide open to hear it.

"Why dear did not I say that my cooking is good means I have the right to ask for a gift" Angga tried to repeat his words before he cooked.

"Ih base Mas Angga pervert. If I had known this earlier, I would have finally said the cooking was salty". Lirih Desi's.

Heard Desi's reply. Angga gave a small laugh then he went straight to the bathroom to clean himself before leaving for the office.

After some time Angga is now ready to go to the office. Desi now led her husband to the door and kissed the back of her hand gently. Angga also retaliated by kissing Desi's forehead.

"Remember you can't leave the house without my permission, and don't let guests in if you don't know. I'm afraid something will happen to you, because you are everything to me dear" Angga said attentively.

Angga is really the dream husband of every woman. He was so considerate, handsome, romantic and dirty. There are women who are not crazy about a man like him.

"OK Mas I will obey all your orders" said Desi with a sweet smile.

"Well then go first. If there is anything directly tell Mas well" Pamit Angga.

"Yes Mas, be careful on the road don't eat late and don't go home, well, because I'm waiting for you at home to have dinner with me" said Desi spoiledly.

"Ready Mother My Boss. Assalamu'alaikum" Angga said in his respectful style to Desi with a small laugh.

Angga's car left the yard to the office where he worked. Desi then entered the house with a feeling of gratitude for the favors that God gave the man who loved him sincerely.

She is now heading to the kitchen to clean up the kitchen where her husband was cooking. Sometimes she smiles when she remembers her husband's funny behavior when asking for something like a little child who was spoiling her mother.

Such was the happy Desi and Angga household that was inversely proportional to the household life between Dimas and Farah which was filled with theatrics.

The Dimas Apartment!

Today Dimas came home a little late at night.

"Assalamu'alaikum Bi" said Dimas greeting Bi Surti who opened the door for him.

"Wa'alaikumussalam Tuan" replied Bi Surti.

Dimas then headed straight to his room, he found Farah sitting on the bed playing his phone.

"Eh Mas, Mas's home. Let me prepare warm water for Mas well, let it not be cold" said Farah trying to make peace with the fact that she had to serve her husband well.

"No need to bother Ra. I don't want to shower yet" Dimas said as he put down his suit.

"Then let me just prepare dinner well, I happen to have not eaten either. I want to wait for you Mas" said Farah Lirih.

"Farah I'm sorry because I also no longer have appetite now. I'm tired, I just want to rest" Dimas said in a tired tone.

He deliberately did not want to look at the face.

"If you're hungry, you eat alone, I'm not hungry yet. Next time you don't have to wait for me for dinner, if it's time for dinner you just eat, don't let you get sick again" said Dimas while laying down his body on the sofa.

"Okay Mas, I also want to apologize Mas" said Farah bowed.

"I'm sorry for what Ra is, you're innocent. It's been there eating this late at night. I also want to clean my body for a while and then sleep" Dimas said as he moved from the sofa.

Dimas then headed to the bathroom. In the bathroom Dimas felt hate for himself which may have been excessive behavior this time and had hurt Farah's feelings.

While Farah was very disappointed with the rejection made by Dimas.

"Mas I really want to fix all this. Is it too late to correct all my mistakes?" Farah mumbled.

Farah then chose to go straight to sleep. He had to endure the hunger he had been feeling. Dimas who had just come out of the bathroom, now saw Farah who was asleep actually felt sorry for Farah who was sleeping while holding her stomach.

"What exactly is in Farah's mind, why did it suddenly change like that. Ah I don't know I don't want to get swept up in this play" muttered Dimas softly.

He approached the sofa not far from Farah's bed. He laid his body on the couch and fell asleep in his dream.

Farah awoke from her sleep when she heard the morning adhan reverberate. He also fulfilled his obligation as a Muslim, namely performing dawn prayers. After he finished praying he glanced at Dimas who was still asleep.

"Your mother must be tired" Farah said as she put on a blanket for Dimas.

"Saking tired Mas Dimas has forgotten to wear a blanket" said Farah Lirih with a smile.

Then he went straight to the kitchen to help Bi Surti prepare breakfast.