The Father's Choice Husband
Chapter 15
"Enak, really." Cook the mangosteen-beard, it doesn't seem like he's lying to please my heart.
"Alhamdulillah if that's it." I smiled, feeling successful in serving food that was in accordance with the taste of my husband's tongue.
"Here eat! What do I want to say?" Mas Aak thrust a spoonful of fruitful rice at once patched to me.
"Hehe, no need, Mas. I'll eat myself!" I refused subtly, I did not want it to suddenly become choked on the hot and spicy sauce, it must have been very painful.
"Yaudah, here's your meal. Take care of the kitchen later. Just as washing the old dinner plates." Mas Aak still forced me to eat right now. I think there's a point to what my husband said. Let's not work twice, I'd better finish later.
"Okay, Mas." I sat down and took the food I had cooked earlier.
"If you want your cooking, take it! But there are no problems at all." Mas Aak let it pass, like knowing that I was still confused by the rules in the house.
"Yes, Mas. Change it, easy."
Mas Aak and I enjoyed our breakfast together while talking about many things, making me gradually get to know my husband including his thoughts.
"Later the streets bring supplies from home aja, Dek. Save it! Fear of going to tourist attractions, the price of expensive food. My financial condition is not good, ended for the wedding yesterday, so yes, have to hold back a little."
"OK, Mum. I will wrap it up. But what about this, when the vegetable soup was brought around? Repot dong? What if it spills? Mas didn't say from earlier anyway, if I knew we wanted to bring supplies, would I cook the stir-fry. Not cooking this soup. Want to cook again is also lazy, Mas." I protested with the sudden notification of Mas Aak.
"Yaudah, just wrapped in plastic! Don't think about it!" Cook answered casually.
"Trus ate? Bring a bowl too? What a repot dong?" I'm still thinking about how to eat fruitful food in tourist attractions.
"Yes, don't wear a bowl. Try to see on the kitchen shelf, usually you have a rice container with sterofoam. Or take it with a place to eat directly, there is really on the kitchen plate rack. If you don't eat directly from the plastic!" Mas Aak's answer sounds ridiculous to me.
"Alas lizard? Can you eat it straight from the plastic?"
"Yes, just so!" Cook smiled, without feeling guilty.
"Yaudah, I'll see you in the kitchen. There's a container of what to wear." I decided to end this discussion. I have to find my own way out.
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"Come, Deck! Scribbles! Don't wear the ball!" Cook Aak back to the room, make sure I'm what I'm doing. Maybe he thinks I'm still struggling in front of the mirror, but it's wrong.
"Start, Mom!" I made sure I brought all the important stuff in.
"Is everyone safe?"
"Udah, Mas." I nodded and carried the heavy bag towards Mas Aak, hoping to be replaced by taking it all the way to the bike. But it turns out my expectations are not in line with reality. Cook Aak calmly breezed away first, without even looking at me who was carrying a heavy bag.
"road hunt! Don't be like that snail, dong!" Cook Aak again told me, while he was ready on his favorite pink Vespa motorbike.
"Weight, you know! You don't want to bring it, Mom! So don't mistake me if the road is long!" I grew irritated by Mas Aak's words. There really is no understanding!
"And you're young, Dek. The power is still a lot, mountain children, usually looking for grass for cows, ordinary weightlifting, must be strong if only carry such a bag." Cook Aak just increased my literacy.
"Trus what's the point of having a husband, if you bring a bag like this just don't want to? Free dong, what am I still alone too?" I replied to Mas Aak with a spicy remark. Let aja! Let him know the taste!
"Yaudah, here I bring!" Cook Aak down from his vespanya, and walk towards me.
"No need! It's late! The responsibility!" I keep carrying the bag that is quite heavy, walking quickly through Mas Aak who is still dumbfounded.
"Where the hell? Is it hard to know women? So ask for help, now I want help do not want!" Mas Aak mengedumel, while walking to follow me to the Vespa motorbike.
"Tell!"
I'm still pissed off. On the way, I didn't talk to my husband. I'm not holding on to her waist either, like a married couple. I opened my hands and turned my face away. I didn't even notice the road, I don't know where I am now. The road is badly damaged. Perforated and corrugated.
"Ouch! My mother!" My reflexes held onto Mas Aak's stomach as our motorbike lunged into a deep enough hole.
"Well, that's it, dong! From there, cake! Time has to be passedinto the broken road first want to hold?" Mas Aak chuckled, it turned out that this was part of the trick.
"Geez! So deliberately through the broken road?" Finally I don't want to talk to Mas Aak anymore.
"Yes! If not gini, until later you will definitely not hold the same me, right? It's nothing, it doesn't mean spoiled or want to be friendly. But fear that you fall!" Mas Aak explained what he meant.
"Help, so much, Mas. I'm usually a motorbike bell, neither the handle ever falls, huh?" I denied Mas Aak's reasoning, even though I kept holding on to my husband's slightly distended stomach.
"Well, that was it, now it's different! You are my responsibility, if anything happens to you, am I also the one who bothers? Not good with your father-in-law, is it?" Mas Aak nagged, because of my answer.
It turns out I still really can't adjust to my husband, sometimes annoying, but sometimes it's serious like this. I don't know, it's not just women who are unstable. Men are the same.
"Yes, yaudah, sorry!" I choose to end this debate that may continue.
"Well, that's easy. Don't use debate first." Cook Aak might also be irritated by my disputing attitude.
"But, can't we just go the right way, Mom? My back hurts so much! The motorbike was not comfortable, the sound was noisy, the road added gini. Duh, instead of losing the stress that there is even pain all my body!" I grumble again.
"Patience, Deck! Be patient! I don't know where this is either, hehe."
"Huh? So we stray? He said he likes touring, how can you not know the way anyway, Mas?"
