Wa Story My wife

Episide 1

28-year-old Anjar Dhaniswara is a director at a Bom & Food Company that is none other than his Grandmother's company, which is managed for generations.

A firm and authoritative figure. Many women who fall in love with a man who has a body is very ideal and handsome.

"hhhh, you bastard wife, where she keeps my handkerchief"

After almost 15 minutes of breaking the contents of the closet, Anjar finally found the handkerchief, but he only realized that the contents of the closet had been removed and scattered on the floor.

He intended to get out of his room, when about to close the door, once again he stared into the room

"Leave it" while closing the door and then walking to the bottom floor.

"I am a man, tidying up is a woman's duty, wrongly hiding my handkerchief" he grumbled as he walked down the steps one by one

Though Puspa just save it, it was very easy to find if it is searched well and correctly

Not in diskiri, Anjar does not love Puspa, exactly not yet. That's because she is the woman of choice beloved Mother.for the sake of making the mother happy, Anjar is willing to sacrifice her love with a girl named Stella, who has been her lover for 2 years.

His mother Rita has fallen in love at first sight with the son of an old friend who met accidentally in a shopping mall, and intends to match up with his son. Girl named Puspa Anindita. Bu Rita considered her a sholeh girl, friendly, simple, and responsible.

"Good morning, huh?"

Anjar did not answer a greeting from his wife. It has been a habit for three months of marriage. He will talk as necessary to his wife.

Likewise with Puspa, she was not so dizzy with her husband's attitude, it was common for her

"yes have breakfast first" while thrusting a plate of rice in front of her husband.

"hmm" Anjar just cleared his throat in response.

There was not a word of chat at the dinner table, they were equally focused on their breakfast.

After breakfast, Anjar stood up and said goodbye to go to the office, followed by Puspa while thrusting his hands to shake the back of the husband's hand.

"I'll be home late, as usual because it's Monday, besides, it's a month so much monthly recording that I have to finish"

without waiting for an answer from Puspa, Anjar stepped away from the dining table.Janjar just two steps stepped foot, Puspa called out to him, he said, spontaneously Anjar stopped and looked back at the wife's face with a very flat gaze, which was very scary for Puspa

"What's wrong?"

"Emmm, I'll be late for home"

"Why" Anjar stared in wonder

"I have to accompany my protege to the Olympics, it's the job of the Headmaster, I can't refuse it"

"What time is it home" Anjar asked in a cynical tone

"I'll try to get home by eight"

"All right, let me" as he stepped his foot out

Puspa is a teacher at High School, as a teacher of Mathematics.This year he is 24 years old. For the students he included a very intelligent teacher with a simple appearance, and friendly, easy to get along with his students.

After the departure of her husband, Puspa immediately went upstairs to her room to get ready to go to the school where she teaches. But before she entered her private room, she stared at the door of the room in front of her room, and intended to see her husband's room

When the door opened, she was shocked by her husband's clothes, which looked so messy and lay on the floor.

"hhhhhh as usual, he who ruffles me who has to tidy it up again" he murmured.

He looked towards the nightstand where there was a clock perched there

"07:01, I still have ten minutes to clear it up.

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In the afternoon, finished doing activities in the bathroom, Anjar sat on the sofa in his room, while waiting for the adzan maghrib by holding his laptop, a sign that something must be done.

He looked at the clock that was coiled around his wrist

"It's eight o'clock more but why hasn't he come home yet"

There is a feeling of worry, of course because he is the daughter-in-law of his mother's pride, if something happens to his wife, then Anjarlah who will be blamed. He headed to the balcony intending to call his wife, but suddenly there was a car in front of the gate, making Anjar undo his intentions. His wife was seen coming out of the car

When Puspa reached the top floor she saw her husband standing in front of the room with an intimidating cynical look and asked a question.

"Why is it too late?"

"emm sorry my motorcycle broke down, it could not be turned on, so Mr. Gilang drove me, it was also graceful in the car"

Puspa explained in detail.

"Where is the bike now?"

"In the workshop"

"Sa-I'm sorry first I want to clean up" said Puspa and then went straight into his room.

Although they were officially married, but they slept in separate rooms, this was the wish of her husband.they will be in one room only when her mother and in-law stay overnight, one of them will sleep on the sofa in the room

Puspa stood in front of the mirror, feeling more refreshed, he also intended to go to the kitchen to clean the dining table. She thought her husband had eaten, and it must have been a mess. When he arrived at the kitchen his eyes were fixed on the same dining table, as he left the house after cooking this afternoon. Then quickly open the cover of the meal. Because at lunchtime, Puspa had to go home to cook.

"Well why is the food still intact, has he not eaten, or has he eaten outside?"

"I'd better ask" he murmured

Arrived at the door of the husband's room

Tok..

silence no sound, no sound,

"has he slept" he said

Once again the door on tap was still no answer, then slowly she opened the door, seen the figure of her husband who was standing upright was performing the prayer, she also closed the door again, and waited in front of her room.

Moments later the door opened, Puspa was shocked

"What's wrong?" Question from husband

"Anu mas, mmm did you have dinner? I see the food is still intact"

"Not yet" he answered briefly

"Do you want to eat?"

"Of course, you think I'm going to sleep on an empty stomach?"

"Well, I'll heat it up, excuse me"

"Cure him so stiff it's just that no man likes him" Deni grumbled

Not yet finished heating the food, Puspa looked with his tail, her husband pulled the chair and dropped his weight on the dining table chair, as if impatiently waiting for the food to be ready.

"Feed first, I want to go to the prayer isya, after the prayer later I go down to clean the dining table"

Puspa was about to leave the kitchen but his steps stopped instantly

"You don't eat?" the question even sounded very cold in Puspa's ears

"It's already been"

"What's with the teacher?"

Puspa stopped his steps for a moment, then continued back, walking towards the room.

Inside his room, Anjar had finished doing the office work he had brought home. He lay his body on his mattress while surfing in cyberspace, using his smart phone.

His eyes were round when he read the wife's story

"Living in Indonesia, but feeling like living in Canada" So cold"

"What does the story mean, is he insinuating me, haahh it's none of my business" he put his phone on the nightstand then pulled the blanket and closed his eyes, so that his consciousness could not be mastered anymore

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