THE WAITING OF SHOLEHAH'S WIFE

Fried rice Ala Gibran

The sun began to come out shyly from the gap, the light spread all over the surface of the earth to enter the window of the room two people who are reluctant to wake up like it.

1 Hour had passed, Gibran stared and looked at every inch of his wife's face. The guilt of his actions was always faithful in his mind.

Gibran stroked the soft cheek of his wife who had been slapped despite unconsciousness due to anger, but still he had injured her.

Gibran was determined inwardly to make him happy, to turn every tear into happiness. Turning the wait into tranquility, Gibran was already steadily stalking Adiba with all his soul at the moment.

Adiba wriggled as Gibran's gaze on his cheek did not stop.

Adiba dreamed there was a prince who stroked his cheek gently. But he wondered, why in this dream did he not stop stroking my cheeks. Is there a tip-x on his cheek?.

Then Adiba fights his dream and wakes up to the real world.

How shocked he was, seeing Gibran who was staring and stroking his cheeks in a very close position, only a few more stops their noses met.

"Is it still sick?" Ask Gibran quietly.

- sick? what does. Adiba's mind is still half conscious.

Adiba recalls the previous incident.Ah yes, this man has slapped me with his strait.

There was disappointment and happiness in his heart, but Adiba tried to forgive Gibran for his behavior last night. Her happiness? noah, Adiba is not sure of the telling of her husband. Adiba does not refuse or accept the confession of love. She was still complacent because of her own husband at that time, she did not want to take the risk by opening her heart again.

Adiba did not want to hurt again for the second time, enough at the beginning of the marriage he opened his heart. For now she does not want to rush, although her heart is the happiest every time she remembers her husband's love.

"No" he answered simply.

"really?" Gibran smiled at his wife's behavior.

He did not expect, if his wife would sulk all this time until morning, when last night he had apologized and expressed his feelings.

He himself was grateful because the worry about Adiba last night caught his nervousness expressed his feelings. Even if his actions remain wrong.

- Admit your mistake!. Inner Gibran.

Without permission Gibran kissed soft and long cheek former slap made Adiba jumped without protesting or pain. Gibran smiled triumphantly as he got the answer.

"Alright, I believe it now" Gibran said after kissing Adiba's cheek.

"Hand, I'll make you breakfast" Gibran said, making Adiba raise an eyebrow.

"Why? you doubt my skills" asked Gibran

"Hm not" said Adiba while holding back his laughter.

"Well I'll take a shower first" he said again and headed straight for the bathroom to clean up.

Long with his bathing ritual Adiba wears a casual dress ala himself that he often uses in astrama. When he finished, he followed Gibran to the kitchen.

Adiba was stunned to see Gibran who was busy with kitchen tools until he was unaware of Adiba's arrival.

- She was actually cooking it. Inner Adiba

but what is he cooking? don't-don't pais toke to kill me.

"Where's Bi Lastri?" Adiba asked as he walked over to Gibran.

"I comforted him today" he said, then turned his head because he heard his wife's footsteps.

"Stop!" He said as he raised his five fingers without turning around making Adiba stop his steps.

"You just sit there, be careful if you dare to step even if only an inch" Threatened Gibran. His eyes stayed focused on his things.

Adiba breathes rough.

why else with this guy. Adiba was astonished by Gibran's fickle behavior.

Soon after, Gibran walked with a tray of fried rice and milk.

"Hahahahahaha" Adiba laughed at Gibran's performance, which he thought was very funny.

Gibran, who used to look Cool in his trademark expensive black suit, now only wears a t-shirt and shorts with aprons attached to his body.

Gibran scratched his forehead.

"Is there anything funny?" Ask Gibran in surprise.

"Haha no, it's just that you're not like an office worker right now.done like a maid working in the main mansion" Ceplos Adiba made her keep her own mouth shut.

-duh!!! you moron! mouth doesn't know he's relapsing again. Anger Adiba regretted his actions.

Gibran who heard it was not provoked by emotion at all, his attention was even more to the laughter of Adiba than what he said.

Gibran's heart felt happiness when he saw Adiba laughing freely, making him more sure of his love.

"Ma_maaf" said Adiba stammering.

"What's wrong. Would you still want to be my wife if I was just a waiter?" Gibran looked at Adiba's face

His gaze was calm, but his heart surged irregularly waiting for Adiba's answer. Waiting for Adiba's answer is like waiting for people to give birth according to him at this time.

"No" he said briefly, making the face waiting for Gibran turn melted.

"you mean? you don't want to be my wife anymore if I'm just a waiter?" Gibran asked in a row because he was annoyed to hear the answer no.

"No! I'm not going to divorce you. It is not work or treasure that makes man happy, but love and compassion that make man happy despite poverty." Obviously Adiba made Gibran stunned

Adiba's explanation is like a hard slap for himself, he who does not give love and affection to his wife makes his wife suffer despite living in a luxurious apartment though.

Gibran smiled again.

"Alright, please enjoy the fried rice of the princess" said Gibran bowed like a maid and then served a sweet meal in his hand.

Adiba scrunched up his forehead again, looking at 1 large plate that only contained fried rice and a glass of milk.

"Thank you" Adiba said no less sweet.

Just as Adiba was about to put a spoon in his mouth, Gibran again stopped his steps.

"Wait"

"Why again?" Adiba was long annoyed by Gibran's behavior.

Without answering Adiba's words, Gibran grabbed the spoon Adiba was holding.

"Aaa open your mouth! I'll bribe you"

Gibran's words successfully made Adiba round his eyes in disbelief.

Without waiting for long, Adiba received a bribe of fried rice made by Gibran.

Adiba's eyes closed when the fried rice began to taste his tongue. Gibran who saw it had been dripping wet sweat on his temple waiting for how his cooking that he followed from a youtube tutorial an hour ago.

Slowly Adiba opened his eyes, making Gibran even more curious about the results of his taste.

Adiba glanced at Gibran, then smiled.

"Yeay succeeded" Gibran clenched his right hand because his efforts were not in vain.

"Who did it first? Adelard Wijaya's descendants!..!" His arrogant speech made Adiba chuckle.

Adiba remembers something,

- Adelard wijaya? like seeing that name, but where. His inner.

Soon Gibran's voice broke his reverie.

"I want to try, how does it feel to make you smile so"

"Eh no" Adiba stops Gibran's movement.

"Why?"

"I want to spend it all" Adiba said with a stiff smile

"You're greedy as well as it turns out! Please just want to try a little."

Say it and immediately put the fried rice into his mouth. Now, Adiba lets Gibran taste his own fried rice.

Uwek,,,,,,,, uh,,,,,,,,

Gibran spewed out everything in his mouth and grabbed the glass and immediately gulped it down.

"Mom....!" His words made Adiba again smile stiffly.

"Why don't you just spit it out, get swallowed up and smile at me. I thought my first fried rice was delicious."

"Dispose! it's not worth eating" he said in annoyance.

"Didn't you try it first?" Adiba said carefully.

"No! because I think it's fitting as it seems" he said honestly.

"*It's okay, let's go. I'll be the one who needs it*." Take Adiba while pulling Gibran's arm.

Adiba starts his cooking show with Gibran hugging him from behind. Gibran did not let go of Adiba even though he made Adiba jester

"please release! how can I cook if you stick like this" said Adiba annoyed while stirring the rice that had been mixed on the pan.

"Don't want to" she said clearly, but tightened her embrace.

Gibran kissed the nape of Adiba, making Adiba tickle. Adiba avoids him by walking to take the sausage he had cut earlier on the dining table. But his efforts were in vain, Gibran stick and follow Adiba.

Adiba turned around to go back to the stove, but his hand was first smothered by Gibran to the back of Adiba's body. Gibran began****** his wife's lips which he said were chatty about so he made Adiba snitch for a moment.

Gibran lifted Adiba's body and sat him on the dining table without removing the link. Leading his hand to circle around his neck, Gibran's hand was already in his favorite area making Adiba sigh.

Gibran was further provoked by his desire, he put Adiba to bed on the table, carrying Adiba's clothes up to his chest. Without waiting for permission, Gibran buried his face there.

Adiba who just realized his position in the kitchen immediately jumped, he reflexively pulled the hair of Gibran who was busy in the area of his chest.

"Auww" Ringis Gibran stopped his action.

"Mistake yourself! it's in the kitchen." Obviously themselves.

"Why indeed?" Gibran asked teasingly, making Adiba's cheeks flushed instantly.

"I'm afraid that someone will see" He said slowly but still clearly in Gibran's ear.

"No one would dare to enter without my permission! but if you want us to continue in the room. Alright!" Gibran's Prontal.

Adiba taps Gibran's forehead with his finger.

"Basic bawdy!" His voice then moved and ran closer to the stove. But his movements were quickly defeated by Gibran again he hugged Adiba from behind.

"It's not okay to be the same wife" he answered immediately kissed Adiba's nape.

Their activities stopped when they smelled a bad smell on his nose.

"The stove....!"

"Fried rice....!" Shouted Adiba and Gibran together then they ran together towards the stove.

Adiba quickly turned off the stove, looks blackened rice.

"Yahh" Lirih Adiba's.

"You're the.." Adiba said annoyedly.

"Me?" Gibran asked, pointing at his own face.

"Yes! if you hadn't been so sure you wouldn't have been so charred." Prattling

"How is that?" Gibran asked his forehead pretending to be stupid.

"That was...!"

"So what?" He wondered what his wife would answer.

"Ah done.." Upset Adiba immediately stepped his foot.

Gibran grabbed Adiba's hand and pulled into his arms.

"All right I'm sorry. Vino will be here to deliver food" he said, holding his wife.

Adiba just nodded his head then fell silent.

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