When the Wife of the Dough Changed

WHEN MY WIFE CHANGED

Alan put down the towel he had just worn just now, but Rima just kept quiet while taking the towel. Unlike usual who raved long like a train.

"I'm not going to have breakfast at home" Alan said. Rima simply nodded without a word.

More ... Alan termangu's. Usually that one word manages to create a long drama with a cry.

"Why not eat? My cooking is not good? Yes, I am not good at cooking, I am not as a wife," said Rima Long while glazed that in the end Alan also tasted the food.

But this time, Rima was silent. The wife he married for three years walked out of the room alone and enjoyed her salty fried rice alone. Alan watched from afar, but dared not ask anything.

Alan had not heard his complaints this week, he no longer even got a report from his mother about Rima's complaint over his cold attitude. The house was silent for a moment. He was so different, like two strangers.

"Why you?"

"I'm Good."

"Not that, what's your attitude? Why strange?"

"There's nothing strange" said Rima as she ate her fried rice.

Alan took a long breath. "I'm not going home tonight."

Rima nodded unconcernedly.

Alan squeaking. Not as it should be, usually Rima will whine not want to be left behind, making her upset and angry with the childish attitude of his wife. Rima's silence at this time should make him happy, but why is Alan getting upset.

"It's money for you, you can spend time to drive away boredom."

Rima saw the brown envelope, it must have been as usual, thick.

"Keep it, the money from you is still there" said Rima.

"I gave you money a week ago, Rima!"

"Yes! And it's still there."

Alan stared in disbelief, completely astonished by the drastic change of his long-term wife. A wife who always sucks in her eyes, a wife who is extraordinarily wasteful, a wife who always looks at things with money, a wife who can spend tens of millions on body care, a wife who does not want to be rivaled by others. The wife who managed to cultivate hatred in Alan's heart for three years

"Take the money" said Rima as she moved and brought dirty dishes to the laundry, then after that cleaned it. Making Alan back flabbergasted, before Rima never held all the affairs of the house, Alan provided more than one household assistant in his house.

Infuriated by Rima's attitude, Alan approached and pulled his hand until the plate he was holding fell to the floor. But Rima's face was still flat without looking at Alan.

"You why? You're teasing me?"

Rima silence.

"It's not you! Don't get rich gini! What's up?"

"I'm fine, Mom," he replied, turning his face away. The grip of Alan's hand on his hand made Rima grimace.

Usually Rima would struggle spoiled when faced with Alan's cold and angry attitude, but this time he just kept quiet, making Alan even more angry, upset and finally left Rima just like that.

The scattered dishes were cleaned by ART, while he climbed up and into the room, he sat facing the window, staring at the beautiful garden from the second floor. I don't feel her tears shed.

She thought, Alan loved and was grateful for her condition, three years felt most had her husband, three years made Alan in her index finger, she was so pampered, she was so pampered, it became an incredible pride for Rima to show to her friends.

But ... One week ago he found out that Alan never loved him one bit. With affection and tenderness, he conveyed his affection to Gayatri, his own friend, a kind and simple woman.

"I love your simplicity, Gayatri. I love your tenderness, I love the way you behave. I really love you so much, a feeling I never get from Rima. I'm still ready, ready to love you, stay in my heart dear Gayatri. Staring at you is a shade."

Rima read the message with a tight heart, but he could not be angry at his best friend Gayatri. The woman is not as beautiful as she is, but seizes Alan's entire world while his own world is destroyed.

AND FINALLY MY WIFE WAS SILENT

[Mas, this is not true! The best woman is your wife, Rima.]

A line of reply from Gayatri made Alan instantly unfocused on his work. Gayatri was admired for a long time, long before she married Rima. The simple girl who dazzled him, her cleverness was wrapped in perfect tenderness. Such a charming figure for an Alan.

Until ... one step to reach Gayatri's love ran aground, when Rima came to him with a twinkle full of love. A feeling that could not be denied, a reality that made Gayatri retreat slowly.

Gayatri and his wife are two friends who are so close, they love each other like brothers, figure Gayatri who is the son of an ungodly person, then brought by Rima's parents are rich, rich, he was given the task of accompanying Rima who is a mere child puppet, Gayatri was given all the best, including education.

Instantly, Alan's daydreams broke, when one thing he realized, his phone was quiet. Usually, from the start he left for the office, his hape continued to ring, whether it was a phone or a row of chat from Rima.

[I came home late tonight.]

Alan felt strange and provoked him with a single message.

[Yes, Mom!]

The man frowned, really not the Rima he had known all along, usually Rima would sulk and come to the office, cancel the meeting and bring herself home together, he said, this company does belong to Rima's father, so he has the authority and sometimes arbitrarily.

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"You sick?" Gayatri approached and anxiously held Rima's forehead.

"No! I'm not sick. Some time I've been a little lazy, I want to be alone."

"Why? Any problem? Same with Alan?"

Rima shook his head slowly and forced to smile. "I'm not sick. You don't have to worry."

Gayatri looked at her best friend, there was another.

"I have prepared the best hotel with your favorite room for your anniversary with Mas Alan, let's not mager dong! We're nyalon!" say Gayatri again.

"Mas Alan told you to?"

Gayatri nodded in spirit. "He wants his wife to be happy and happy, whatever is done for it. So you don't mager!"

Rima sighed and threw it away slowly. "I don't want to go anywhere, just want to be home, tell my husband, cancel his whole plan!"

"But the hotel has been booked, everything has been prepared" Gayatri said.

"Cancelling a one-night hotel room won't deplete his savings, will it?"

Gayatri was silent with all astonishment at Rima's attitude.

"You better go home, Ay. I want to be alone, I'll tell you later and tell you about my feelings."

Gayatri nodded, then she left with a heavy feeling. Arriving in the car, he contacted Alan, telling his boss if his wife told him to cancel the entire series of their wedding anniversary.

"She said something to you?" ask Alan over the phone.

"No, I think he's hiding something."

Alan sighed. "All right! I'll close it first."

"Yes, Mom!"

After that without thinking much, Alan decided to go home, his mind was not careless, Rima's attitude made him dizzy.

He drove his vehicle in the middle of the city crowd, taking almost an hour to get home. He immediately went in and looked for his wife, until he found Rima lying in his room.

"Why did you cancel the series of events I've created?"

Rima did not rush to answer and just stared at Alan.

"Jawab, Rima! What's actually going on? What is that silent attitude? If I'm guilty, I don't know where my fault is? Say it! Don't shut! I'm not a psychic."

"I just want to miss our anniversary at home, that's all!"

Alan smiled in annoyance. "This is not you. Rima was someone who would ask for something really fancy for a celebration" Alan replied.

At least Rima understands one thing finally, everything Alan has done so far is not about love, but to satisfy himself and maybe meaningless for Alan himself.

"There was a time when I began to think, what we had been through was our desire or just to please me and you were heavy."

"What do you mean? Don't be drama. Wasn't enough of the drama?"

If the words used to sound like the wind then, why today Rima felt so pain.

"As our wedding gift, I want to ask you something."

"Sure! You can ask for anything, Rima. As usual, I will give it. Whatever it is."

"I just want honesty."

Alan was silent for a moment, looking at his wife who was now leaning on the couch.

"What honesty?"

"Whatever you cover from me!"

Alan smiled back in wonder, his wife was really strange. "What kind of "honesty? Isn't it on some things there's something to cover up so as not to hurt each other?"

"Including the fact that the one you love is Gayatri?"

Alan termangu's. His lips immediately stuttered, he could not say a single letter and just stared at Rima with pecking. His arrogance seemed to fade in an instant, the wife not far in front of him was now looking with a plain face and reddened eyes

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