The Father's Choice

My husband's Full of Surprises

Can't bear to hear my brothers' chatter about my husband, they guess what's not necessarily the truth, I decided to meet my husband who was busy pulling the grass in the yard as usual.

"Why do you like to pluck grass?" ask me while following up plucking the grass with him.

"Let's clean, Dik, Brother likes the cleanliness of the other Abang kangen village Dik if you see the grass carrying it want to just pull it," replied My Husband

I shake my head to hear my husband's answer, today the husband of people on the hobby of playing games, foodsal, gym, this is my husband's hobby of leaving the grass really tepok I made.

"How many cows are there in the village? how much is the farmland why hasn't Brother been there?" ask again.

"Not many Dik, our cows are only about two hundred and fifty and that most ordinary cows are cheap only about a dozen million, our farm is only twenty-five plots, while our farm is about five hectares" replied My husband casually.

Did he say that two hundred and fifty were just a few? twenty-five patches? Well Bang wanted to faint I heard it, my diamond brain started to work I started to count how much of my husband's property he said came from this side business, two hundred and fifty if at times ten million the price of one cow is how much duwit is it? Not to mention the results of the pond ? I'm a billionaire's wife? my eyes are now filled with zero nominal money that is not counted in my mind.

"Whom I want to donk to the village see see in Abang's hometown," my whine.

"You won't be able to live in the village, my hometown around the signal has not entered there, can you live without a cell phone?" bang Parlin said while looking at me.

Is there no signal yet? Oh not sure I can not, after living a dozen years depending on the same mobile phone and must stay away from it because the signal oh really I can not.

"Why the hell do we cost the house if we have a lot of cows? the results of our farms are also there to take money from the sale of crops or the sale of cows to buy a house so we have our own house," said I again.

"We don't cost there Dik," said bang Parlin.

"Then if we don't cost whose house Bang? not that we live in kosan bin lekakan if gk kos ya ngcontract Bang," I replied while wanting to cry because annoyed at bang Parlin.

"I want to tell my sister but don't be surprised and don't have to tell anyone else" he said.

"What Bang?" my many.

"This rented house belongs to us, which is managed by Bulik, this is right when I married there was an empty so I occupied, he said, try to remember if my sister ever paid the rent when others were charged?" bang Parlin.

Yes also yes if I remember I have never paid the cost or rent, even my husband never saw pay money to the mother of the landlord, rent, I think it was time after marriage that I lived there, in a 6-door tenement house whose five doors were already in people's contracts, the house I live in is also contracted or cost my husband like that I did not expect that he is a billionaire behind the appearance of his gembel. I was wondering whose house I live in, don't tell me that it's also his house can pass out, I counted how many duwets a month went into the wallet.

"How dare this be your house? keep why from the first not Bang story if this is our own house, Abang mah if Adik does not ask not story," said I pout.

"Later kirain ngibul Dik if you have not seen the reality will not believe," said bang Parlin.

"Yes it's true that my bulik, his name is Fatimah bulik he who all this time I believe to take care of the contract," replied my husband.

Actually it's his rented house, and I can't count the coffers of money that I will have while living with bang Parlin, ah really happy my heart, I really love it, I like money the most so when I hear about money my heart immediately flowers lucky dad match me with a guy like bang Parlin.

I sighed out of the mind of my duvetan eyes, I also felt annoyed that I had been married for several months but I only realized that my husband was full of secrets that I did not know.

"What the hell is the same wife herself plays secret secrets," I said with a frown.

"I'm not keeping anything secret from you Dik , you're the one who never asked so yes it's natural that you assume I'm the one who kept it a secret" said my husband.

"One more Bang that makes me wonder, that's the person who contracted for many years in that place of the time did not know who the owner of the contract was actually," I asked curiously.

"All they know is that the owner of the contract is Fatimah because all this time who came to withdraw his contract money I never came there to ask for rent money" said Bang Parlin explained.

"Bulik Fatimah is the one who drove us first to live in the contract?" my many.

"Yes" replied Bang Parlin.

Glad my heart turned out to be the right choice of father I married a billionaire whose money was not radiant, I wanted to feel like I told my brother everything, I wanted to shut their mouths with this fact so that they would not demean my husband but again I paused my intention because I remembered my husband's prohibition not to be arrogant and show off.

****One day while I was cooking in the kitchen and my husband was busy with his hobby of being an impromptu handyman, he was making a chicken coop, he was doing a chicken coop, my eldest brother came to the house he wanted to offer my husband a house because he was a property worker.

"Parlin has my neighbor's house to sell, there's a quick buy a cheap mumpung, just sell your rice fields in the village, so you have your own house does not contract like this, it's a contract hick anyway," said my oldest brother.

"We are not contracted" I said from the kitchen. I almost forgot I was telling the truth.

"What so all this time you guys stayed here didn't pay? mental free! already take the house quickly sell there your rice field," said my brother

Bang Parlin glanced at me sharply, I knew what that meant and I looked down because I almost slipped my mouth and told my brother everything.

"Selling the rice fields in the village is a long process, brother, let us stay here anyway no one objected," said my husband.

"Ah base you many reasons prefer to hitchhike in people's homes rather than own their own home, pity that my sister was invited to go to someone's house if at any time there is a contract to keep you guys kicked out how?" said my brother, "Take it home, sell your rice field, quickly" he continued.

I know my brother's side job is a realtor or if the cool language is finished marketing so he helps people sell whatever it is either a house, either a motorbike then after the sale of goods he gets a commission of either percentage.