Unanimous

SEASON II: EPS 12

At home, Wiya just finished taking a shower and took her clothes in the closet. Her husband is already on his way home, he should already be willing to welcome with the best performance. Wiya chose a light blue home dress to wear.

Though the clothes include comfortable clothes and often Wiya use at home. Zayn also likes to see Wiya wearing that outfit. But why today using it feels so uncomfortable. The upper arm felt tight so it was uncomfortable to move.

“Duh, how bad is it?”

Wiya still forced the cloth through his arm, but still felt tight in certain parts. Wiya stared at the reflection of her body in the mirror, especially at the base of the arm.

“Ha? What is this?” holding a slightly dense and prominent section. “Duh, if diiarin this long time can be this sagging, hiks.”

Wiya undressed and put on her bathrobe again. Wiya almost frustrated, it turns out that some of his home clothes fared the same as the blue home dress earlier. Finally, Wiya wore clothes that he had never worn.

Wiya went straight to the body scale that was beside the bathroom door. Wiya rose and briefly closed her eyes waiting for the digital number to stop. Then he slowly opened his eyes so dramatically.

“That's true. Just one month in the house has gone up two kilos, I'm sorry! If this continues, next year can-can enter the criterion of sacrificial cows Iih.” muttered alone when back in the mirror. Wiya turned her face left and right to ensure the current condition of both cheeks.

“Chubby right? Not right?” I don't know who he's asking.

Wiya rushed to tidy up her clothes and hair as the sound of the roar of the car came from below. He peeked a little from the window of his room. That's Zayn's car, her husband. Wiya was used to waiting for her husband in the room because her husband did not allow her to wait at the door with no hijab.

Mr. Taufik had left with the car, Zayn had gone inside and went straight upstairs to their room. After changing clothes and cleaning themselves, they immediately headed for the dining room.

“You didn't eat?” zayn asked when he saw his wife only take one plate.

“Ha, lengga. I will eat fruit aja,” replied Wiya ketus.

“Oh that? Tumbens. Tired of eating home cooking? Can I buy you something?”

“Engga mas, fruit in the refrigerator is still much.”

“Hem. okay,” replied Zayn briefly and began to feed the dishes his wife had made voraciously.

“Kok okay anyway? You agree that I only eat fruit?” wiya protest.

Zayn's bribe suddenly stopped, he already knew the continuation if his wife began to behave like this. Surprisingly, despite often facing the mood of women who are easily changed, Zayn still has not found the right formula to provide answers that dampen his mood.

Duh, what date is this? Do you want PMS, right?

“Ha? Meaning darling? It was you who said you wanted to eat fruit,” with the lowest tone.

“Iya, but you agree right?”

Okay, so he wants me to disagree. It means you just say you don't agree, right?

“Emm, actually not really. I want you to eat rice dong honey to be full. Come here baby, we eat together, I'm bribing ya. Aa...aa..aa” held out one mouthful for Wiya.

“Apaan mas, I told you I didn't want to! You just eat a lot, I've made a cooking cape,” brushed off her husband's hand.

“Yaudah, I eat first baby. It's so good, baby. The boong oath. My wife is already beautiful, pinter cook anyway,”

Hopefully mempan! Smile dong, come where dong grinnya GR.

“Mas,”

Duh, new stuff again like that.

“Eum, emm.. yes dear,” while chewing food.

“Yaudah, eat first, later we just chat.”

Yes ! maybe a little overtime aja ya eat it let him forget what the name.

“His meal price, don't be long!”

Jesus Qawiya!!!!

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After finishing eating, Zayn immediately brought his food marks to the sink and washed them immediately. Wiya dried and put the plate and glass back into place. Then they spend time in the TV room.

Wiya sat herself on the soft Long sofa, not forgetting to reach for the TV remote. Zayn lay on his wife's soft thigh and grabbed Wiya's hand to put on her cheek. Then he was busy replying to messages coming in from his green account.

Zayn lets Wiya watch TV without talking to her, so she hopes her wife can forget the question she wanted to ask. Zayn knew that was a rhetorical question that Wiya knew the answer to.  Suddenly Wiya turned off the television channel in front of them.

Jreng.jeng..drama commenced. Stay cool, Zayn!

“Lho, how to be killed dear?”

“Oh, Iyasih no good programmnya,” he said without daring to look into Wiya's eyes.

“Mas, I want it!”

Nah kan! What I said.

“Oh so yes it is, hehe. My dear, what do you want?” looking up at his wife's face while gently stroking Wiya's cheek.

“Mas, answer honestly yes!”

I promise you, I hope I can answer yes.

“Iya darling, when have I ever lied to you?”

“Mas, I'm fat ya now”

What is this question, God? And what does he want me to answer now? Help your servant, Lord.

“Ha? No way. Said who? Fat from where? No dear. I think you're still the same as yesterday!”

“Lying to you, is lying to me!”

Zayn recalls an article that once suggested answering the wife's questions honestly, because actually when asking questions, they already had the answer key. So you could say the wives asked to test the level of honesty of her husband.

And that is Zayn's answer from the deepest heart. In his eyes, his wife was always perfect. And he did not see any change in Wiya's body shape at all. After all, Wiya's total weight gain was only 2kg. Certainly not visible to the naked eye. However, the number of scales that move to the right is often a sensitive content for many women.

“Wait...wait, what's really going on? You want me to answer how?” Zayn sat across his legs facing his wife.

“You why not be honest? People dress me up on a narrow all. And just as I tried to weigh it turned out to have gone up two kilo grams mas, not fat how to try?”

“Ah, it might be his clothes that have shrunk the fabric dear. You chose the wrong material. It must be a fabric that easily shrinks.”

“Where are the fabric fibers that experience shrinkage of the mas, there is also a stretched human body!”

“At..or the scales in the room are broken, well yes. I'm sure the scales are broken, baby! Sorry I love, I bought it a regular brand, later we change a rather expensive yes!”

“Then the mas? I already use the manual scales in the kitchen as well, the same number,”

“Pake laundry scales,try!”

Wiya pinched the small arm of her husband hard.

“Awwws, sorry pain Wiy,” rubbed his white arm that was marked red.

“I'm serious ya mas,” ketus Wiya.

“Sayang denger here,” cupped Wiya's cheeks with both palms. “Two kilos it's not a spike rise darling, it's a normal cycle. Don'worry. Meat two kilos only if in jerky can only make breakfast doang, if not mixed with potatoes ya!” seloroh Zay.

“Mas!!” Pekik spoiled Wiya pressed her lips.

“Ehehe, that means, you don't look chubby at all, or is that a difficult term to mention!”

“Gobut mas!”

“Sssst,” points index finger at Wiya's mouth. “No dear no, again I say, you are not at all tangible like that, okay? Yes, even if you do, for me it is still the best and most beautiful form on the face of the earth. You remain the slender one in my eyes, baby!” Zayn said in a very exaggerated manner.

“Do not let mas, sitting at home make fat also at home in my body. I want to start sports!”

“Nah..!” Zayn flicked his finger in front of Wiya's face. “Emang I go home quickly plan to invite you to make it different later afternoon baby, must be exciting deh. You want to, right?”

Wiya's face flushed upon hearing her husband's invitation. Whether what hormones have been working since, every sentence that comes out of her husband's lips sounds like an intimidation related to changes in his body shape.

“That's it ! You from yesterday already realize that I am fat, eat it today you go home quickly want to make sure I make a difference right? You indirectly told me to exercise, right? Huaaa, have you mas.” Raung Wiya is unclear.

Zayn was surprised to see his wife's reaction. How could Fikrian Wiya correlate it in such a way? Zayn clasped Wiya's hands together and pointed them at his neck.

“Why are you mas?” ask Wiya astonished.

“Stop me now baby, giggle all of you!”

“Apaan the hell mas,” pulled his hand and hit Zayn's thigh. “Hiks, hiks!”

Finally Zayn grabbed his wife's body which was a little warm. Late hugged just a little, maybe Zayn who will have a fever because of Wiya's behavior. As smart as a woman, no matter how educated, they are still spoiled creatures who rely more on the heart than logic.