Take Off Yourself

Patient

Yasmin, blink her eyeballs. The wall clock was shown at 5 a.m., before leaving to teach. He, sucked in to cook and clean up the house.

Despite his marriage, nothing to harmonics. She, doing the duty as a wife. Cooking while washing clothes, fortunately there is a washing machine. Reduced burden, work.

His eyes were on a piece of paper, which read.

(Washing my work clothes, do not mix with other clothes)

Yasmin, sighed and shook her head. "Ck, I'm childish. Who doesn't know, nothing". Grunts irritatedly, she puts her husband's shirt in the washing machine. No hesitation, he threw rough.

"Washing the husband's clothes, full of sincerity. Let's get a reward, don't throw it around". Reprove someone from behind, who else if not Hanafi.

Yasmin, immediately turned to the source of the voice. Ck, since when was he there? So annoying. Inner Yasmin, continue her work. "It's good your shirt, which I threw. Not with you, mas". Yasmin muttered, passing by her husband.

The cuisine, it's done and neatly arranged on the table. He too, took a shower and got ready.

Half an hour later, Yasmin had breakfast and left for work.

Yasmin, glanced at her husband. Enjoyed breakfast, morning.

"Mas, you're not afraid! If the food is, there's poison". Yasmin said, had not tasted the food.

Uhuukkk..... Uhuukkk...

Uhuukkk.... Uhuukkk...

"Bring a drink of gold,". Yasmin said, who was indifferent. He, he started eating. Not caring, a sharp look from her husband.

Hanafi, coughing at Yasmin's words. He, stared intently at Yasmin. "Damn it, watch out for you". His eyes were sharp, towards Yasmin.

"What time, go home to teach". Hanafi asked, breaking the silence.

"Repo,". Yasmin answered, shrugging her shoulders and washing dirty dishes.

"My answer is, Yasmin". Jerk Hanafi, stop Yasmin's footsteps.

"No need to know, ma'am. Take care of yourself, you don't have to take care of me". Yasmin replied, smiling. It's amazing to take care of other people. What do you want, sih? Sok doesn't care, but kepoan.

Yasmin, take her briefcase and want to get out of the house. Again Hanafi, stopped his steps.

"What else is it, my lady? I, you know, keep making a fuss with you". Complain Yasmin, with a sour face.

"Who told you to get out of this house? Want, breaking the husband's word". Hanafi said, with ease.

"Where is my husband, mas? You are! Wasn't it wrong? mas, marry only revenge right. So, why do I obey the word mas". Denying Yasmin, she wanted to quickly leave in front of her husband.Unable, constantly quarreling with each other and draining energy to face the words of her husband.

"Don't go against my words, Yasmin. Your leave, stay 1 day. Tomorrow you, start work. Don't tell me, you want to avoid me ha". Smrik's smile, plastered at the corner of his lips.

Hanafi, locked the door of the house and put it in his pants pocket. Feel you, Yasmin. Behold, what I do unto you, in Hanafi, disregarding the feelings of his wife.

Yasmin, go fast with Hanafi. Apparently the husband, secretly watching the house keys and looking for the negligence of Yasmin.

"Mas, give me the key. Me, you want to go to work. Because I told the other teachers, if I teach today. What about my students?". Pinta Yasmin, stared fixedly at her husband. Oh my God, what else did this cunning man do? I, lalai in the movements of Hanafi. Apparently, he had planned this.

"No, take it yourself if you can. What's more, lock the back door. I've been keeping it, a safe place". Hanafi said, tilting his head. Wherever possible, you can take the keys to this house. Come on, I want to see your act of courage.

Whahuh? He, ask me to take the key myself. Dihhh...Ogah, just say it. If you want, hold it with me. Inner Yasmin, clenched her hand.

"Dhhh... Pecaian deh,mas. Tell me, you want to be held by me".

"Ck, you're a psyche. Take the key, in my pants pocket. If not, you'll be late". Hanafi, patting the bag of his pants containing the house key. Did you forget, what time is it? Aaaahh.... It's fun, prank yourself.

"Mas, give me the key. Don't mess around, mas. I don't like your attitude like this. Love it, it's mean to me". Yasmine, loudly. His eyes, glanced towards the wall clock. He's really late for work.

Don't tell me, mas Hanafi did this intentionally.Batin Yasmin, she only realized if she was being bullied by her husband. "Mas, give me the keys to the house. Look, I'm late to go. What other teachers say, if I am a teacher. Can't come, on time. Mas, don't tell me this is your sneaky idea".

Again Hanafi, smiling and giggling laughed. "If so, why? Because of me, very happy. If you are, blame. What other teachers and your students say, a teacher is not on time. Well..reflects bad personality". Hanafi said, out loud. Because it was quite late, Yasmin left for work.

Only Hanafi threw the keys to the house on the floor. Right in front of Yasmin, who was silent in silence.

Hearing the husband's words, Yasmin took the key and left. Along the way, Yasmin was crying. "You, really want to ruin my life. Once, you are the heart of the devil.until when, you continue to hurt mas. O Allah, please change my husband's attitude. Otherwise, please separate us".calls Yasmin, her lips quivering her hands squeezing the steering wheel of the motor.

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"Ciyeee....Ms. Yasmin,telat. Tumben-tumbenan, once. Usually, come early. What else, monday". Teacher's chuckle, other.

"Maclum ma'am, newlyweds. Hahay...". Other lawful.

"Hemmm... still bucinnya, nempel terooosss". Other teacher's timbal.

Yasmin did not respond to the words of the other teachers. She, smiling and timid. What they say is wrong. In fact, the husband wants to destroy his life.

"Why, have you gone down to teach Yasmin? Though, your cut is still". Ask Vienna, get close to Yasmin.

"Hmmm...Tired of yourself mom, husbandy also has important meetings. So, not at home ". Yasmin's alibi, trying to cover up the truth.

"Mom Yasmin, don't be late. Not good, equally you teach the students undisciplined". Meta said, smiling smrik.

"Huussst... His name is also, newlyweds. Understand, it's still beautiful". The other teacher, defending Yasmin.

"Sorry, next time it won't be too late again. I'm sorry Meta, I know which one is good and bad". Yasmin, breathe her heavy breath. He, because Hanafi was the one who bullied him.

Yasmin, had expected it to happen like this. At the beginning, other teachers may understand the delay. If it continues, what else is a strong reason. She wanted to complain if her husband did that. Wherever possible, others believe in his words. Because of other people, they care more about devious men and demon-hearted people.