
The sunny morning of the sun always gives encouragement to two couples where the bride and groom live far from the metropolis. If viewed from a distance of height such as a tenement house or village house.
The sound of the kitchen roar is very loud Chandra is cooking for breakfast, he likes to do things in the morning before leaving for work must be cooking first. Chandra does like to cook is not denied that he has several branches of food serving in local cafes.
At eight in the morning as usual the woman woke up on time in the hour the sun had been high above the east. Not washing your face, yawning widely, messy hair, sitting in front of the dining table. Breakfast this morning is fried rice chicken steak eggs with the topic of healthy vegetables that green beans and carrots in boiled.
Chandra gives it to his wife who is still unconscious from the world of his dream. Fera slammed his head over his own arm at the dining table. Smelling the pleasant aroma in his own nose he opened his two heavy eyes.
Smoke rises with both eyes widened a delicious meal. Although he never had a heavy breakfast in the morning but if the stomach has asked in the contents. Fera picked up the spoon and fork while Chandra watched bribing a spoon of his homemade fried rice so voraciously.
More and more Chandra began to like to see the nature and behavior of his wife if at home. Fera felt that she was being noticed by her own husband.
"What's wrong?" the rice grains he chewed came out one or two seeds from his mouth. Looked at the horror at the man.
"Nothing, eat it slowly. Later choking," said Chandra again continue his breakfast that is not hot anymore.
"Basic freak!" mumbling slowly.
The atmosphere returned to normal only the rhythm of the fork and spoon and singing plate. Chandra looked at the watch clock on his wrist. It's eight past twenty minutes or so. He should be ready to go to the office. Clean his mouth with a cloth next to the dining table. Lift the dirty dishes and wash them.
"You want to go to work?" ask Fera to her husband.
"Yes, do you want to come?" he said he expected his wife to come with him.
"For what? So the fool in your office? Give me your debit card, I'd like a walk wash my eyes!" Stretched his hand out to the front that was attached to the chicken cooking oil.
Chandra stared at him sharply for quite a while, his wife was busy with her breakfast. "Splash! This is my hand!" ensuing snaps.
Chandra snorted the length of his breath he took out a purse from his black pants. Keep stepping back on the dining table place on the platinum card.
"The card I gave you yesterday, where did you put it? Is that over you're using?" Chandra asked his wife.
"Yet, anyway. Just as a backup. You have the heart if the limit is suddenly less, I continue to be ashamed in front of all the citizens. Not going to, right. You told me husband's money was wife's money so I can buy whatever I want!" the answer is finished breakfast in the take platinum card from the dining table without washing hands. Fera went so without washing her own dishes.
Chandra sighed that if he wasn't dear to the wife probably wouldn't have done it on the spoiled woman's will. In the dishwasher then he went to the office, while Fera to the bathroom while singing his favorite song.