The Father's Choice Husband

Chapter 14

"Just waking up, smoking? Don't you love your own body, Mom?" I looked at my husband with a sharp look.

"Well, how are you, Dek. It's a habit, if not smoking even his mouth tastes bad. If I don't eat a day, I'm still strong, Dek. But if you don't smoke a day? Not strong! If only fasting, which is an appetizer yes cigarettes, food problems anyway later. Cigarettes are a necessity." Cook replied casually, making me even more upset.

"If I ask you to stop smoking, how about it, Mom? It used to be fitting that we were acquaintances, said you were able to improve yourself?" I reminded Mas Aak again, the times he forgot about this, so it still hasn't shown any change at all.

"If a total stop is going to be difficult, Deck. You don't know how I struggled when I first smoked? Pain, coughing. So now you can smoke smoothly is the result of the struggle of the past. You also certainly do not want, if what you fought for from the first, you finally have to leave?"

I shake my head, I really do not understand how the logic used by Mas Aak.

"Yes you're a freak, you know smoking is painful, it's still a hallucination. And also do not equate smoking with the struggle in positive terms, Mas. It's definitely not comparable!"

"Yes yes, but it's like that."

"So the point is, you want to try to quit cigarettes what is not, Mas?" I open my hands and raise my eyebrows. I tried to challenge Mas Aak, who knows this way will work, because I'm self-aware, Mas Aak is not like guys who are so cute with his girlfriend and willing to do anything to please his girlfriend, he said, including leaving behind things that he likes very much.

"Yes, but I can't go straight. It must be gradual." Aak answered doubtfully.

"Okay, if so, it starts from reducing the amount of cigarette consumption. How many rods are you usually spending a day?" I'm looking for data first.

"Yes, a pack of it usually runs out a day." Mas Aak looks to remember, his eyeballs look up.

"OK, from tomorrow a pack for two days. I'll give you a week. How, Mas? Dare, right?"

"okay! Who's afraid?"

In my heart I cheered, my tactics worked.

"But instead, buy a lot of candy huh, Dek."

"Huu. Fuck up!" I threw the pillow I was tidying up, right about Mas Aak.

"Haha. Shall we take a walk? Vespaku ride? Wouldn't you?"

"Where to go, Mas?"

"Where will I go, follow Vespaku where to go. You've never been on a Vespa, have you?"

"Mmm, never before, Mas. The shadow was already sealed first. How ya?" I thought for a moment.

"If you don't want to, then I will go for a walk with my friends if so. Today they want to tour." Cook started to pose a threat.

"If I come, it means joining your touring friends too? What are the two walks?"

"Both by the way, Dek. It's a vacation, let's get to know each other, right? With that new atmosphere, let's not just get angry." Cook Aak smiled back at me.

"Okay, sip! Let's go when we're ready. It's just the two of you, no time rush." Mas Aak smiled gleefully.

"Okay, Mas."

"Yaudah, cook first! My cackles are screaming for food!" Mas Aak threw the pillow back at me.

"He didn't eat papa, what's important is smoking?" I reversed what Mas Aak said.

"And it wasn't me who asked for food, it was my worms, Deck."

"God, alesan!" I decided to leave Mas Aak in the room. The room was done again, so it was better to go back to the kitchen. Faster cook, faster mateng, faster eat, faster go for a walk. If it is too late, the air will be hot, plus the sound of vespa noise. Adding the susana of the heart becomes hotter of course.

Arriving in the kitchen, my mother-in-law had finished cooking. But I haven't seen my brother-in-law in the kitchen. Is it possible that you are not cooking today?

"Bak Rina really hasn't been seen yet, Mom?" I disguised my real question.

"Oh, maybe more cooking. It's usually cooking at this hour, but his son's not up yet." My mother-in-law put the former cookware in the laundry, not the wastefel like the houses in the cities, but more like the place for ablution in those mosques, so the dishwasher was spacious, you can put a lot of dirty stuff.

"Well, what's the cooking not here, Mom?"

"No. He's got his own kitchen, behind this house. Try to take a walk around the house, Mel! Let's know what's going on in this house."

"Hehe, yes, Mom." I smiled, I still have a lot of things I don't know. But I think it's natural, because I haven't been here for 24 hours.

"Yaudah, you continue to cook, yes. I'm gonna put some vegetables on the dinner table." My mother-in-law had already brought a bowl of vegetables in her right hand, no matter what vegetables, also carrying fried tempeh in her left hand. I saw the tempe that I had taken from the refrigerator, it was no longer in its place. Maybe the tempeh has been fried it.

"Good, Mom."

"Oh yeah, that's just the laundry, you don't need to wash it, Mel. Let the father wash. You can't get cold water for too long, it's easy to catch wind." My mother-in-law asked again, before continuing her steps.

"Oh, yes, Mom." I look towards the laundry, not too much stuff that is there actually, later I wash all of you also no real problem.

I continued to cook as planned, trying to serve good food to my beloved husband (as I really work).

"Bismillah, may Mas Aak like." I murmured before I started cooking.Somehow, my heart was pounding again quickly. I'm afraid I can't cook well. Moreover, I never cooked, only in the past as a boarding child, cooking if you want. The rest choose to buy cooked dishes.

At home, my mother cooked. I was most just helping. Although it can be while learning to cook, but people say, different hands taste different. And I'm not sure if my hands can make good food. I'm really worried that later my cooking will be commented on, ala-ala chef race on TV.

With the power of the icap-chip many times, finally my cooking is cooked, clear soup with sambel. It turned out that Mas Aak was already waiting in the dining room, it seemed like he was already starving. He immediately took my cooking that I had just put on the table, then ate it, without waiting for me, or Father Mother.

"Where's it taste, Mas?" I was hoping to be anxious, waiting for an answer from Mas Aak who was still chewing.