The Step Sister of Tiri

137. Rambutan

“Are you sure, Honey? It's a tall tree, when you ask me to climb. Wear the pole.” Ayman tried to persuade his wife.

“No, Mas. I want you to climb this tree. I want to eat rambutan from the result you climb it. It's not tall, either, the tree. When I was a kid, I used to climb trees taller than this. You can do it, men cannot climb. Come, Mas!” pinta Zayna's.

“But, Darling. It was really high, besides in the tree was also a lot of ants or caterpillars,” said Ayman reasoned.

“There is like that, Mom?” ask Zayna to Mom.

“If caterpillars do not exist, if ants may be in several places, usually at the end of a twig. Not everything."

“Tuh right, Mas. Anyway I want you to climb a tree to get some fruit. I don't want to wear a pole. I want it out of your hands."

Ayman looked at the tree so high, just imagined it had made him horrified, let alone this tree branch was only a little so, it was difficult to climb. However, rejecting Zayna's wishes is also not a good thing because it is certain that the woman will reason, if this is the wish of their child. Whether it is their child's wish or not. This is definitely called torture. Inevitably Ayman finally resigned to obey the wishes of the wife.

“Come, Mas, quick! It's hot!” zayna finally made her husband move.

“Iya, Darling. Soon I'll think, how to climb it.”

“Put think of everything, just climb just keep taking the fruit, already.”

It was easy for his wife to talk like that. If only she knew what her husband was feeling. The mother who was with them also gave Ayman a bag of crackles to make it easier to take fruit. The man approached the tree and looked up.

He wanted to scream that he really couldn't climb. Ayman has not done this for a long time. Last time was when the man was very small. Slowly he began to climb the tree with great difficulty. Zayna was so happy to see her husband up the rambutan tree. The woman wants to immediately enjoy the fruit produced by her husband.

“Come, Mas! Quickly it choose the red one, must be very sweet!” zayna shouted at the husband who had just reached the middle of the tree.

“Neng, let me call people to help Den Ayman only,” said the mother who felt bad for the owner of the garden.

“No need, Mom. I also took it a little, just eaten alone with my husband. Not much so, no need to ask for help from others. Fear even troublesome,” said Zayna who then again shouted at the husband. “Come, Mas! Fast!”

Ayman who was on top of the tree, trying to reach the fruit that was at the end of the twig. It had been several years of not climbing trees, making his body tremble. He was afraid of falling, but usually the man also climbed a building that was dozens of floors high. However, this time climbing a single tree had made his guts shrink.

After trying several times, Ayman finally managed to reach the rambutan fruit and took it. Unknowingly, there were some ants that started biting his body. Ayman tried not to yell so as not to embarrass himself. However, the ants that bit him more and more. Finally he shouted and made Zayna who was below panic.

“What's up, Mas? Why yell? Is there something?” asked Zayna who was also shouting.

“Ouch! Ouch!” Ayman kept shouting regardless of the question from his wife. He tried to find a way down, until finally the man managed to get down from the tree.

“What's up, Mas?” zayna asked, approaching her husband.

“Aduh, Darling. I was bitten by an ant. Sorry, you can only get this much,” Ayman replied while handing over the bag of crackle that he brought earlier.

“Sorry yes, Mas. Because of me you got bitten by ants like this,” said Zayna who felt guilty when she saw the red-red body of Ayman. Zayna's eyes glazed over while trying to get rid of the ants in the husband's body.

“I'm Nothin', Honey. Why are you so sad? I'm sincerely doing it for you. Don't be sad anymore, yes!”

“But because of me you get bitten by ants like this.”

“We return to Villa only, Mas.”

“Ya already, come on!” invite Ayman who then turned to look at the mother earlier. “Bu, thank you for helping. My wife and I are going back to the villa again. Maybe tomorrow we'll take another walk.”

“Yes, Den, Neng. Later I will go to Villa bring medicine so that the red-red can be lost.”

“Iya, Mom. Thank you.”

Ayman and Zayna return to Villa. Both go hand in hand. The gardens are so spacious, they make them comfortable. Actually Zayna still wants to go around, but seeing the state of the husband, she did not have the heart.

“Mas, are you really okay? Does this red-red not hurt?” ask Zayna as the two are on their way.

“Not sick, Honey. Just itching. It's all right, man! I'm a man whose itch just hurts a little."

"Then tomorrow can ‘kan take rambutan again?” it was Pinta Zayna who made Ayman look her in the eye. Not yet healed by biting ants, instead told him to take the rambutan again.

“I'm kidding, Mas. It was already glaring,” sneer Zayna while chuckling, making Ayman feel relieved as well as embarrassed.

Once at the villa, Ayman cleans her body, while Zayna enjoys the rambutan picked by her husband.

“It's a pity that only a little. It tastes so sweet. Tomorrow I tell Mas Ayman to take it again. Use the galah also not pa-pa,” muttered Zayna who then entered her room. Ayman had finished his bath.

“It's over, Honey?” ayman asked when he saw his wife.

“Already, Mas, end you take it a little.”

“Tomorrow I take it again, but use the pole? No need to climb.”

“Iya, can. Mom, there was just a mother who came. She gives ointment to you, so that your body is not red" said Zayna, handing over the ointment to her husband.

“The email is home?”

“Already, Mas.”

“You helped me olesin the ointment, yes. You'll know if I can polish my back, not look.”

“We are no longer mode, right?” zayna asked, squinting her eyes at her husband, making him laugh.

“No, dong, Darling. Time in this state still wants mode, but actually mode is also okay. Kan, husband and wife so, legitimate only.”

“I've estimated it. Things like this have happened often,” murmured Zayna who can still be heard Ayman.

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