The Overdose of Love

N2 = My Missing Wife>> First massage want to cook

Even though I had a rich husband, I never had the slightest bit to boast of his wealth, because I knew exactly where I came from.

Mas Adit is the CEO of his company, with a wealth of wealth. He and his in-laws often offered clothing, jewelry that was quite luxurious and branded, but I was only among the poor people, who were not used to it all. Surely people do not think that I am a wife of colongmerat, for me beauty is not measured by looks or wealth, but by measuring from a heart rich in goodness or affection for all others.

"Alhamdulillah the salary is in hand, it is not in vain I worked hard all this time, even though you also share about the salary."

"Thank you, Mum. You have managed to understand me. You do not surpass your wealth. This is all real from my own sweat. Even though I know very well, you are quite more able to pay me than the salary I am in right now," a heart murmur spoke for itself, who was stepping up to go home.

"Duuuar, bbbaaa!" Mas Adit's voice was startling, which came suddenly.

"Astagfirullah, Mum! Nothing can happen, no ngagetin. Fortunately, I have no history of hanging disease" I complained angrily as my hands stroked my chest.

"He .. he .. he, sorry. Because from that daydream! Don't realize what, I've long since walked after you from behind. What the hell else was being thought of?" tanyakanya.

"There's no shit, Mom! Just want to buy what? Understandably just received a salary," I replied.

"Take me!."

"Mas Adit the rich, cook my salary that no one quarter of you want to ask for. The story wants to blackmail me, does it?."

"I'm a rich man, but that's your first paycheck, to taste your hard work, can't you?" wheedled.

"It may be, but my money is enough, to buy the food that Mas Adit used to eat!" my reason.

"Well ..well, don't eat it!" disappointment stated.

"It's not, but it's not really enough."

"What if you cook! We buy groceries for your money," the idea came up.

"Booking!" I said a little thought.

We were both walking out of the company, when it was time to go home.

"I'm the one who made you, how?" he asked with a back and forth looking at me.

"Could you?."

"Can dong! As long as you don't exist, I'm starting to learn to cook by myself. It must be delicious!" Arrogance.

"Beauty! Not that Mas Adit had been eating from ordering," I opened his words.

"Hi .. hi. hi. hi, I know! Don't break secrets, but be a little mute! Anyway let's go shopping first, I'm sure you will be satisfied with my service," he asked want to shop immediately.

"Eeeh, yes. Don't pull this, "Hands are held together to follow the steps.

"Come on. I can't wait, right."

"Yes." Yeah."

We both agreed to cook.

Finally almost an hour more on the road and shopping, now the right left hand is full of groceries kitchen and snacks.

"Don't you really want help?" ask when approaching in the kitchen.

"Ok 'lah. If that's your wish."

There is little doubt that comes to his behavior today, because he has never seen him cook. If you do not order food, at most also eat with instant noodles.

Inside his house, my body began to wander with an air shower. It feels so comfortable and fresh. Tired and all the aches of the body due to work immediately felt disappear.

Braaaak .. klongtang, sound of falling iron objects.

"Aa .. aaa," cried Mas Adit's voice suddenly.

"Geez, what happened to Mas Adit?" my gutter in the heart who immediately had to end the activity of bathing.

As fast as lightning, I put on my clothes and ran to the kitchen, where my husband who was determined to cook alone.

"Oh my God, my God! Astagfirullah, what's going on?" say approached.

It was seen that Mas Adit was already sitting on the floor, tightly knitting his palms. Cooking oil seems to have spouted in any direction.

"Ac .. aa, Ana. Please hurt!" Her palms were already flushed was shown to me.

"Give me, Mom! How careless of you. I told you to let me do the cooking, very stubborn! This is the result if you don't listen to me," the babble blamed him.

Immediately tried to splash the cold water flowing into his palm.

"Yes .. yes, I'm sorry" he said.

After I thought it was enough to wander the water, I painstakingly gave the ointment and gauze to bandage the burn.

"Well, I'm done treating it. Now I'm going to go to the kitchen, to continue cooking!" sayamitan.

"Eitth, wait! You don't want to cook, let's order. You put me here!" his orders.

"But, Mas! 'And the tubazir, vegetables and side dishes have bought so much!" reject me.

"No buts, you're neat'in the vegetable refrigerator earlier. Next time just cook it," say.

I could not refuse again. I just obeyed Adit's orders, ordering ready meals. He said he was afraid that I would get hurt like what happened to him just now.

Ting ... tong .. ting .. tong, apartment bell rang.

Ceklek, I opened the door.

"Sir, this is the order that was just ordered!" he said he was delivering food.

"Ooh .. Yes, Mas. Thank you!" I replied with a signature and paid the bon.

Finally, we resorted to eating the food we had ordered. So unmitigated Mas Adit ordered. There were rich people and lots of money, lots of food to order. Now even though the table is full of food, to the extent that you want to eat which first.

"Ana, you don't have to go home first, yeah! Please .. please. You know hands still hurt, cook you can leave me alone at home. If there is something I want to do, for example, how to take heavy goods? 'You can't, without help from others. Yes .. yes, just this time, please!" his spoiled request.

"But, Mom! Afraid you are angry and nyariin later," said I tangent.

"Come, Ana. You must be a negertiin, kok! Whining again.

"Yes .. yes," my forced answer.