The Honeymoon

12. Two angry men

Yanti POVs

My phone's alarm rings at dawn.

My eyes blinked, trying to gather my soul that was still reluctant to move from my sweet dream.

I tried to feel my hands, among the unrecovered consciousness, I remember putting the phone on a small table beside my bed.

Ah yeah, yeah,

I remember setting that alarm early in the morning because I wanted to prepare my husband's breakfast.

I'm not used to waking up late, my mother mak Ros used me to wake up at dawn.

"The angel of sustenance gives much sustenance to the one who wakes up in the morning Yanti" advised my mother.

So waking up early became a habit for me.

After some time I felt the palpable, the table that I remember was not located I got.

What I felt was not a table but the chest field of the husband.

Degh !

Instantly my soul reunited, and I opened my eyes wide.

I wanted to touch my hand again to that chest, but I pulled it back, I was afraid to wake the sleeping tiger.

Could be my plan this morning to get to campus is a mess.

Last night I forgot to count how many times he took me to heaven.

My waist and legs felt sore like they were finishing a marathon race.

I saw Mas Reza still asleep with his bare chest beside me.

You stupid Yanti, rutukku.

A bed this big how your hands will get to the table there.

Tuk !

I patted my forehead.

I forgot the bed in this house was many times the size of the bed in my room.

This is the master bedroom!!! Yanti !!!

I laugh at my stupidity. And get up to the side of the table.

clique.

I turned off the alarm.

After finishing my morning activities, I rushed to the kitchen.

Light the remote to open the blackout window of a large glass window in the house, letting the rays into the morning solar emanation illuminate the room.

I saw a thin mist slowly rising from the end of the trees in the garden seen in the kitchen. Wild birds appear to fly and chirp melodiously.

I inhale the morning air that enters through the lattice of the house window.

Hmmm, this house feels homy and comfortable.

May we be together forever. My prayer.

Mas Reza was right to think of its architecture to give a sense of serenity to its inhabitants.

Silence is a very attentive man.

I opened a big refrigerator in the kitchen, I saw that it was not filled yet, maybe because it was so big.

But I see it's quite complete, at least to make breakfast.

Maybe when can I ask Reza to help me shop monthly.

Ahhh.

Why yes, I feel more and more right to be married with mas Reza in the real sense.

Unfortunately I have not been able to dive into the depths of your heart.

Someday.

Love grows because it gets used to it.

Starting from small things starting from the mattress to the kitchen.

I prepared some ingredients for breakfast.

I used to help my mom in the kitchen so I could cook, even though my cooking was not as good as the chef's cooking at the restaurant.

For breakfast this morning I choose a western breakfast style berisi and simple with warm milk.

I give honey to give extra energy to my husband who from night fought bravely.

He he he

There is macaroni, sausage, scarmble egg and a variety of vegetable salads. Seasoning seasoning for western food is also available.

Voilais. Here he is done. I made enough for four servings. Mr. Joko and Jono were able to enjoy breakfast this morning.

Actually in the care building there is a small kitchen and pantry. But I also like to share with others.

" Joko sir, there is breakfast sir please take" I said through intercom.

"Well, thank you madam" said Joko.

Moments later, I saw Joko coming and immediately I gave them breakfast.

Mas Reza I saw coming from behind the door of our master bedroom, with bathrobe and color pants, her hair was a little messy but to me it looked even sexier. The water still dripped onto his forehead.

God, how wonderful your creation is. I am grateful to enjoy every day.

"Hmmm, fragrant, you make Yan breakfast" he said as he glared into the kitchen ice.

There is actually a dining table, but it is Reza's custom to wait for people to cook in the kitchen.

He said it was more appetizing.

He he he, unique taste.

Let it.

I gave him his breakfast and special milk.

Then accompanied him to breakfast.

A moment later, food and drink had already moved into our hull. The body also begins to feel warm and ready for morning activities.

"Today Yanti is going to the campus" I said as I cleaned the cutlery.

"Oh, okay.

Just use one of the cars in the garage that you like " said Mas Reza.

"Thank you" I replied.

Today I plan to complete my delayed anatomical practice.

"Maybe Yanti will come home at night, but not until midnight anyway.

His practicum probably ended at ten" I said, afraid that he would forbid me to come home late.

Especially if I'm going to be. I must have stayed up all night in the hospital.

Hopefully when the time comes, he can be invited to cooperate.

What to think of it, for now let time draw our hearts closer.

***

Mas Reza then rushed to the office, it seems that even at the end of this he looks busy.

By noon I was immediately ready to leave anyway.

" Sir, I want to use the car" I told Joko.

"Every young mistress"

Mr. Jono then took me to the garage.

" The young master told him to prepare this car, he said it was the safest car in the world"

said Joko sir.

The car is the Volvo XC 60.

I don't know much about cars. What matters is being driven.

Fortunately my father was a driver, so in his spare time he taught me to drive.

Luxury cars, high end or low end driving principle is the same for me.

"Please mistress"

"Thank you, joko"

Hmm, start the car engine. His subtle roar was barely audible.

Waw.

This is what it feels like to ride a luxury car.

But I don't love Reza because of his treasure.

For me, this is a trust to be kept.

A wife must be able to maintain her honor, her husband's property is also her husband's honor. As soon as my mother taught me.

With prayers that morning I went to college.

***

I'm headed to the lab room in a separate building.

Prof Rahardian who is also a doctor must serve his patients first, so we students inevitably have to wait for his practice to be completed. This is one of the troublesome things to be a medical student, his lecturer is a doctor, and generally have patients as well.

Shortly thereafter, Prof Rahardian appeared.

Prof Rahardian is still relatively young, using glasses, and reportedly still single, supported by his handsome face so he became the prima donna of the campus.

"Good day" said Prof Rahardian in his stern voice.

"Good day prof"

Prof Rahardian was stunned for a moment to see me.

I usually wear casual clothes.

Because of his taste in Reza, now I use a more feminine dress.

"Eh, Yanti

you are getting more beautiful" said Professor without hesitation.

"It could be prof, I just wear more feminine clothes" I said..

"Yes, greetings from Dr. Arin" I continued.

"aaah, yes yes doctor Arin, how is it, if it is not wrong he took a beauty specialist" he said.

"Right doc" I replied.

Apparently there were about five other students who were hindered from following the practice on the scheduled day.

We then entered the lab with our lab coats.

After the professor gave the briefing and pre practicum activities we finally practicum core.

"Let's take your ring off" said Prof Rahardian.

I saw his face change.

Since when did he notice my ring.

Looks like she's upset, duh, I forgot to take off the jewelry in the lab.

I'm not used to it yet.

"Sorry prof" I'll put my ring in my bag.

We continue the practice.

Thank goodness practicum activities are smooth, not until night. That evening I came home, missing my husband at home.

***

Arriving at home, I found Reza already home first.

She was feeding fish in her Aquarium.

"well, mas already ate" I asked.

I'm worried if he hasn't eaten.

"Yes, fish only dinner, I didn't" he said.

"Kan Yanti said, will come home at night, Yanti already made dinner."

Mas Reza approached me.

He looked at me and then looked at my finger.

"Where is your ring" he said with an unfriendly face.

Degh's!

put him in anger.

***