The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 73. New Neighborhoods

I rushed out of the room. Get down the stairs for the sake of the stairs, and step foot into the kitchen. Surely I want to prepare breakfast, and I try to learn to enjoy my role as a wife.

"Hm... What do you want to cook?" Mumamku himself.

I checked the cabinets in the kitchen. Just an egg and an onion in there. Apparently, this morning I have to go out first. To buy cooking ingredients and some spices.

Step outside the house, look around. The cold air this morning was really still felt. The dew outside was also still not melting. While the cleavage sun began to emit its warm sheen. I looked to the left and to the right. One or two people in the housing complex were seen jogging in the morning. The clock still shows at 06:15 a.m. I have to quickly buy materials, to be processed immediately. So that Azzam did not need long to wait for me to finish cooking in the kitchen, because he needed to work this early in the morning.

At the end of the corner, my eyes found a traveling vegetable merchant who was peddling his wares with an open tub car. With a quick step and a little run I caught up with the greengrocer, before he could stay away.

Two more meters away I approached the vegetable merchant, all of a sudden... BRUCK!!!

Someone who was running hit me hard. Made my body hit by falling onto the asphalt. I could see, he came from the direction of Mahoni 3 alley. Now all I feel is that my knee hurts just as much as my palm.

"Aww." I said grimacing while massaging my hand.

"Geez, you don't use your eyes!" hardik the owner of the voice who also fell down, although not as bad as me.

Who the hell is he who plays angry aja early in the morning gini, do not know himself, emang he thought I was wrong. Inner me grumbling.

I looked up, and looked at him with a furious look. Slowly I tried to stand up. Although distress.

The huft! There was no intention of him helping me. At least apologize!

I looked at him with a fury. "Eh, you're a really rude guy so be a person. I was taught to apologize!" I also replied with a high voice.

He even laughed grimly. "What's the apology? Is that sorry? There's no saying I'm sorry."

"Huh! Really you're a fucking dud."

"Heh, there are you who are bawling. Don't play from the street, don't see left right what? Look at my aerphone just as the phone broke because of you!"

"Cock on me anyway! It's wrong, the road doesn't look ahead. Play HP mulu, even mobile phones can help you if you die. Don't you?"

The man rolled his lazy eyeball. "Yes eahh... Early in the morning I want to exercise yes, not for a brief moment of your prayer early in the morning. You dickhead."

"Lha, who's the preacher." I peel annoyed. "You reckless, arrogant guy" I replied furious.

The man looked back sharply with glaring eyes. Now I can see his grayish brown eyeballs.

"Yes based on you... " It seems he wants to put out a harsh word.

I folded my hands in front of my chest. "What's? You want to rebuke me again with your sarcastic words? Please if you are not ashamed in the case of WANKI dare to insult girls. I'm sure for sure with your arrogant character, there will be no girl who wants to be close to you!"

"You don't get sotoy" he said, pointing his index finger at my face. "You know I have a wife!"

"Oh!" reply with a lazy face.

"Honey you're running away. Missed out." The woman spoke with a stinging breath. He suddenly came from behind with a slow running following.

His eyes seemed to follow me, then looked back at the man next to him.

"Darling, why are you so angry?" ask the woman whose hair is tied to the midget.

The darling? Hm, I suspect he must be his wife.

"She, it pissed me off early in the morning, baby. He's the one who's wrong I told you to apologize."

"Eh, you're wrong!" I said nyolot, not to lose.

The woman covered her ears. "Oh, early in the morning it's been a fuss anyway. I obviously don't know who's wrong. You're sorry, "pinta the woman.

"No, baby!" push the man hard.

"I'm also ogah" I said.

The woman I thought was his wife was shaking her head. "I'm sorry on behalf of my husband, he's the one."

"Oh yeah, meet me Rara and her Ridho, my husband." The woman put her hand.

"Dhanisa," welcome me.

"You're a new citizen here, aren't you? I've never seen your face around this complex before." He probed my face.

"Yes, I just moved in yesterday."

"Hm, so. Your house where, who knows, we can touch each other."

"My house is in this complex, number 35."

"Ouh, yesiya if we both have time to stop by, acquaintance with a new neighbor."

This woman looks friendly and friendly but not with her super-jutek, fierce and upsetting husband.

I smiled thinly. "Yes can do it. Please visit Rara if you want to stop by when I am happy, as well as get acquaintances aka new neighbors."

"Where do you agree, baby?" Rara nudged her husband's arm.

He didn't say he was still staring dislike at me.

"Males is so dear!" He threw away a lazy face.

I breathe patiently. "I never meant for people to come home. If you want to stop by... " I said insinuating him.

He's back glaring. His teeth were upset. A second later he nodded.

I realize I've spent a lot of time just to get indistinctly angry with that shitty guy. Finally, I asked the woman to resign.

The man was still staring hard and furious. Sometimes he still paves unclear.

While I've ignored it and continue to sort out the materials I want to buy, then pay for it.

"Oh yeah that's why Neng? Was it bad in the morning?" ask the greengrocer while taking out a fraction of dime as his change.

"Oh, bias. People are not sane. Early in the morning, I was hirting. Warming up again, sir," I said with laughter from the greengrocer. Shortly after I finished shopping. Mothers wearing home negligee also began to arrive.

"Well, I think it's like a new guy in this complex?" ask one of the mothers with a friendly look.

"He-he... Yes Ma. Just moved yesterday from Jakarta to here."

"Oh, hopefully feel at home here, Ma'am," replied the mother earlier.

"Bak, gelis pisan uy, introduce me Ajeng." The woman next door joined in.

I also greeted him kindly. "Dhanisa's."

"Who are you here with, mbak?" ask the mother again.

"Yes, it must be the same with her parents. Look at that young man. His skin is still tight. Not like us" the mother joked to the mother next to her.

I also listened to their conversation. "I'm here living with my husband, Mom. If the parents are still in Jakarta."

"Ooh. He was married apparently. She was so young."

I just smiled thinly.

"Well, getting married young is a ce option, and it's probably a little different" she said as she sorted out the vegetables.

"Yes, just worried about it, the same young because of the young age is usually still unstable how it is. Fear of faltering, in living a household life at an early age. Because one of the shortcomings of young marriage is mental and psychological sometimes not yet fully mature. Often, because of that, many couples get caught up in situations. As a result, the household became full of conflict and unstable, eventually leading to divorce."

"Hust! I mean, that's ce." Mother named Ajeng looks bad at me.

I scratched my forehead. "Ahm, mothers, I go first. Not good for long. Ntar is not me cooking it. Excuse me ma'am," I said immediately resigned.

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I took a knife and took some onions, then sliced them thinly. Sometimes I shake my hand that still feels sore due to a small blister wound on my palm. All because men suck.

After finishing, the onion piece I put it in a pot with boiling water before. Then put some vegetables in. While waiting, I washed some chicken.

Today, I want to try serving fried chicken dishes, vegetable asem and fried tempeh.

An hour passed. I serve my own hand. The sour vegetables are still warm I put in a big bowl. Then followed the fried chicken that had been laid out in a large plate made of glass. Her side looks like a beautiful rose.

I smiled happily when I saw everything was on the dining table with a slick order. Simultaneously after that, Azzam in his dongker shirt was seen coming down the stairs. He was neat with his clothes and a smile appeared on the man's face when he saw me preparing the dinner plate.

"Good morning, baby." I looked at her lips to form a smile.

"Morning, baby." I greeted him by guiding him to the dinner table. "Come, lecturer. Eat first. The lecturer will teach him tuh students, and his face-to-face hours must also be long. So it's gonna take some extra energy." My smile, while sucking rice for him.

"Ah, could be darling." Azzam pinched my cheek. "Now, honey?" Azzam saw everything I did for him.

I'm nodding. "Yes, who is there in this house? It's just me and my brother, right?" I said then around the table, sitting opposite Azzam.

Azzam stared at the simple dish. I rubbed his hand. "If after the brother tasted the food and it turns out not good Nisa apologized yes."

Azzam commented a gentle smile. "It doesn't matter honey, whatever Nisa's doing, brother's eating. And if you say it's delicious and it must be delicious."

I just want to hear her words.

"If so, let's eat."

The clinking sounds of plates and spoons colliding after reciting the prayer before eating rang out. I noticed the look on Azzam's face every time he spooned food. He smiled at the smile.

"Hm... It's delicious, baby. Thanks to ya."

I also reply to him. "Yes, thank you too. It's because of the recipe, right?"

A few minutes later. I put some dishes in the kitchen. However, Azzam did not remain silent. Unasked he grabbed the plate in my hand, and within seconds the dirty plates had moved into Azzam's hands.

"Let's help you."

"What the hell, just a little bit too. Let Nisa do it." I was about to get the plate back, but it was quickly removed by Azzam. My hand didn't get it.

The look on his face that was originally smiling changed for a moment when I knew he was looking at my palm.

"Why is that?" Azzam sniffed his chin, with a glaring look into my reddened palm.

"No papa." I hid my palm quickly to the back.

Azzam chose to put the dirty dishes back on the table.

"Try the big brother." He grabbed my hand and gently rubbed the palm of the hand. I just shut up.

"Why is this so? Is it because it's in the kitchen."

"No. This was because the act of the annoying man earlier when Nisa went to buy the ingredients in front, and then there was a man who hit Nisa hard. And even more upsetting is that he doesn't want to apologize!" I said with a hostile face. "But you don't have to worry about Nisa doing it" I said reassuringly.

"Yes already."

Azzam picked up the dirty dishes and took them to the kitchen.

Not long after he came out and rushed into the living room. Grab his shoes, get ready to go.

"Anything goes first." Azzam is peeing. "Assalamu'alaikum"

I kissed her hand back. "Yes. Wa'alaikumsalam."

I accompanied him to the front porch. He began to disappear into the wheel of the car. The roar of the car engine was smoother, leaving the grounds of the house, until it disappeared behind the gate. I walked forward to close the gate.

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