The Substitute

Ameera Requirements

Ozan and Ameera were in an ice cream shop that afternoon. Ozan was at an important meeting when Ameera called Ramon's phone and said she wanted ice cream. Fearing his wife to go alone, he left the meeting without a filler, upsetting Ramon to death. Forced he again must be a collision of careless boss behavior.

"Darling.we go home!" persuade Ozan to Ameera with his gentle tone. He had repeated his persuasion hundreds of times but Ameera did not heed it.

"Why should I go home?"

"Come on. I was wrong. Let me make amends for all my mistakes. I won't repeat it again." He even shuffled on the floor, imploring a knee stick with his hands clenched in his chest. Making Ameera jump while looking left right looking at other visitors who suddenly set their sights on them.

"Eh, don't be ashamed. Quickly stand. Everyone looks at us." asked Ameera in a soft voice like a whisper.

"I won't wake up until you say yes." He raised his voice so that everyone could hear him. Some people seem to whisper. There are also only smiles watching a Caucasian man who is pleading with his lover. Don't know how red Ameera's face is.

"All right.. all right.. I'm home, get up from there! " Ameera has been made very upset by Ozan's behavior that seems to deliberately embarrass himself.

"Really?" asked Ozan to make sure he came back.

"Wake up from there." he said annoyed. Ozan was up and sitting back in the chair. A smile of victory rose on his lips.

"But I have some conditions."

"Alright, whatever the princess wants." Immediately agreed without asking the conditions to be asked by his wife.

Hehe, it seems like my revenge has already begun. Just look, I'm gonna make you live like hell like you did me.

"I'm done eating ice cream. I'm going to the apartment first. After that, go to Dad's house. There are some things I want to take." said Ameera, standing up from her seat.

Ozan drove his wife to wherever she wanted without asking. They also visited the graves of Ameera's parents. Before finally heading to his old house.

Ameera came out of her old room with a small suitcase. Ozan helped carry it and put it in the car. They also left after watching with Bu Yani.

****

Ramon helps Dina pack up to return home. Ramon knew Dina could do it alone, but Ramon only reasoned to be closer to Dina. He even ordered his bodyguards to bring Dina's car home so she could drive her home in her own car. After knowing the fact about Dina who turned out not to be Rangga's girlfriend, there was a feeling of pleasure in his heart that he himself had difficulty interpreting.

"Thank you, you've been bothered." said Dina. They had arrived at Dina's house. Ramon helped her with a suitcase and some other stuff.

"Not bothered. You've helped take care of my boss's wife. I'm so grateful for that." Sahut Ramon's. Using the name Ameera as an excuse makes a lot of sense. Dina is very helpful to Ramon in dealing with the behavior of Ameera who became-so since her pregnancy.

"Go in first, yuk. I made you a drink." I stepped into the house.

With pleasure, Din...

****

Nights....

Ameera was in her room, sitting on the couch with a laptop on her lap. He looked serious typing, I don't know what. Occasionally a grin appears on her thin lips.

While Ozan is being bothered with the request of Ameera who wants to eat asinan betawi.

"Buy asinan betawinya where try. Why the hell do my kids have to be that fussy. They do not know what persuaded his mother to bother." little grumble while looking at the side of the road hoping to find a betawi pickle trader. He drove the car very slowly. For two hours he went around looking, but never met. Make him cringe on the road.

Ozan picks up his phone and calls Ameera.

"Hello.." Ameera's voice was heard across the street.

"Yank... Buy the dish where the hell? I've been around this table for two hours not meeting you. Don't you want to change the request ?" haggard Ozan.

"No want! Who told you to go around?"

"You're the one who told me to." Ozan is starting to get angry. He scratched his head that was not itchy.

"And I didn't tell you to go around. Sujak betawinya there's a front of the complex."

"Kok you didn't say daritadi?" his tone was starting to get anxious. Since then the man went around, it turned out that what was sought was in front of the complex which was less than a kilo away.

"Well, you didn't ask." Ameera answered lightly.

Patient patient patient patient patient patient patient patient patient patience

It was just that word Ozan kept saying in his mind.

"Yes, I'm waiting for you" he said later.

"You guys buy watermelon juice." It looks like the cravings are starting to run. Ameera knew her husband was getting upset, but she didn't care.

"Where did you buy it?"

"Where do I know. At the fruit shop kali." answered the origin.

After disconnecting his phone, Ozan drove the car to a nearby fruit store.

"Can I help you?" ask a store clerk trying to use plain English. He saw the gentleman enter the store with a slightly confused face.

"Ah, yes. I want to buy watermelon juice." replied Ozan casually.

"Oh can speak Indonesian anyway. Kirain.hehehe but this is a fruit shop, mas. There's no juice here!" said later.

Yes, yes too... Ameera...!

Ozan grumbled in his heart.

"Buy the fruit. Pack it, please, yeah!" pinta Ozan's.

The waiter swiftly wrapped a large watermelon for Ozan.

***

Ozan enters the room with Ameera's order. With sparkling eyes Ameera again sat back on the sofa eating asinan betawi who was in his dream. Ozan smiled faintly at Ameera acting like a child getting a new toy.

"Where's the juice?" ask while chewing.

"Again made the same cute below. I don't get the juice you want. So I bought some fruit, and then asked imel makein." Ozan sat down in front of Ameera, frowning to see his wife eating the salty that might have tasted so sour.

Guilt re-entered his soul thinking of Ameera who had been troubled herself with her strange cravings.

Moments later Imel came to bring watermelon juice to Ameera.

****

After completing a few other Ameera wishes, Ozan is now sitting cross-legged in bed with a laptop in front of him. He was doing some important work that he left behind earlier.

Ameera came with a piece of paper and handed it to Ozan.

"What's this?" asked Ozan while grabbing the paper in Ameera's hand.

"Read it!"

Ozan read what was written on the paper. Instantly his eyes were round. Ameera dropped an atomic bomb on Ozan's heart. He wrote down various terms that Ozan found very unreasonable.

"So these are some of the conditions you just said?" ask Ozan in frustration.

"Yes. Not hard, is it?

"What is this, ayank." he asked gnashily.

"What is the language less clear? I can repeat if it's not clear." Ozan is at a loss for words. He breathed a rough breath. Then back to the paper in his hand.

"First point, don't mind my business.

Point two, I don't want to be followed by the guards anywhere.

Third point, I don't want to be set.

Point four, don't ban anything.

Point five, you sleep in the guest room. "

Ozan read in an irritated voice but suddenly sounded bitter as he read the fifth point. He could no longer read the next points written on the paper. Ozan let out a rough sigh, fingering his nape.

"Now sign below." pinta Ameera with a triumphant smile.

"Ameeraku, my wife, my dear...my love.." tried to pull out her zombie seduction style but Ameera threw her face with a pillow.

"Don't call me that! I'm tickled by the horror."

"All right, I'm blushing. I'll sign, but first cross off point five. I can't." His face was so clear.

"Yes, I was the one sleeping in the guest room" he said casually.

"Not that, yank. I can't have her sleep separated anymore."

"I don't want to be in anything with you." Ameera crossed her arms around her shoulders.

"Well, I won't touch you until you let me. So please point five in the doodle, yeah..."

After thinking for a moment, Ameera finally agreed to cross off the fifth point.

Agree only. At least we didn't sleep apart. Ozan.