WIFE BAR VS HUSBAND COLD BAR

12

A haatchu!

"Yarhamukillah." Because unpretentious.

"Yahdikumullah," replied Abel while rubbing his itchy nose.

"Why don't you say I'm pretty?"

Gara who was taking clothes out of the washing machine paused for a moment, glanced at Abel and asked,

"why?"

"If Mami sneezes, Papi always nyahut 'snee you're beautiful, Ay.' I don't want to be like Papi either. So sweet, you know."

"Oh," Gara's response then returned to his initial activities and added,

"don't sneeze you're beautiful, Bel."

Abel was embarrassed to hear it.

"Mas."

"Hm?"

"You are sweet."

"Yes." Yeah." Gara replied briefly and gave the bucket of clean clothes to his wife.

Indeed in this house there are no housekeepers .The reason is self-study .if asked who made the rules, of course, the honorable Princess Wicaksana. Abel became upset.

"You're part of the sun, bell."

Abel's big smile was gone, like being swept away by a tsunami. Yes, Tsunaminya Gara.

It could be that the man told her to dry clothes shortly after the fight.

In fact, Abel seemed to start seeing the bright spot of the romantic soul .

"I guess I'll get sun love so beautiful." Finally Abel took over the laundry bucket from Gara while pouting.

"House won't settle if it's just love, Abel. Here, I'm the sun if you don't want." Gara who saw his wife pouting immediately reached out to take the laundry.

"No need!" Abel brushed off Gara's hand and turned around. As he walked, he spoke again, again,

"let me dry our clothes with love."

Abel went down to his yard.

Because the front yard that gets the most sunlight so if you dry it must be in the front yard.

But no problem, the average neighbor also hangs clothes in the front yard of the house.

YES, BUT BOTHER THAT CLOTHESLINE!

But Abel didn't run out of sense. So that his underwear is not visible when there are guests entering or neighbors playing, Abel enclose underwear first, then followed by clothes.

So, her underwear was covered in clothes. Abel is the most genius in the world. Gara should be grateful to have a wife as smart as Abel?

Abel laughed inwardly as he flicked Gara's clothes before draping them on the clothesline, feeling impossible.

Then Gara came out, carrying a plastic bag of garbage. The man said hello to their neighbors who were quite old after taking out the trash.

Abel sneered at the friendliness of Gara, even the man smiled every time he chimed in the greetings of his neighbors.

Same kind of friendly neighbors who want to owe, same wife mah boro-boro who there is stiff as cute!

Gara closed the gate of her house after she finished chatting with her neighbors.

Then the man washed his hands before approaching Abel who was still drying clothes while pouting.

"I have told you, if the clothes are turned over, let the color does not fade," said Gara and then turned over their clothes dried originally by Abel.

"She wants to sunbathe with love, but gini really."

Abel retreated, letting Garq who was sunning while nagging. Opportunity not to work.

"Other times if the clothes are arranged, let it be neat."

"Yes, Mas" replied Abel as he stroked the leaves of the elephant earplugs he got from his father-in-law.

Gara spoke again while confirming the sequence of clothes clothes clothesline,

"yes, the small gini, keep it in the top ranks." For lining up the smaller clothes of Abel.

"The bottom line, that's the biggest dress. Pants, sarongs-"

"Earth's hat." Abel followed her by asking for her clothes.

Gara glanced at his wife who was already in a squatting position, not helping her to dry clothes. Gara only sighed as Abel smiled clumsyly but with a nosy look.

"Dum."

Abel stand.

"Indeed why the hell should everything be arranged, Mas?" Abel returned to cover his clothes.

"Let's dry quickly" replied Gara.

"If you dry big clothes on top, and small clothes on the bottom, then the bottom will not be exposed to the heat of the sun because the same cover wide clothes on top. Also..." Because moving his pants that are dried Abel in the top ranks to be in the bottom ranks.

"If it's flat like this, it's neater it looks. Your shirt, parallel again to my shirt. More neat, right. Not messing around."

Because of the results of his clothesline, Abel so noticed, and frowned.

Rather than being neat, Abel sees it as a discrimination of clothing. Because really separate Ab clothes with his own clothes.

Abel's clothes in the front row, behind him filled with Gara clothes, and the back is filled with arranged underwear. Bra-aligned, parallel to *********, parallel again to the tanktop and t-shirt in.

Abel sighed, in fact, he wanted his clothes with Gara's clothes in one ranks as a symbol that they live together.

"I'd rather have my pants kept in the top row, let them dry." Dislike of Gara's drying system, Abel refutes her husband's opinion, and sticks to his stance.

After Gara's death, Abel changed the position of Gara's clothes and his, so that their clothes were in the same ranks.

Seeing the clothesline full, Abel frowned and entered his house.

............

Abel smiled excitedly at the sight of his phone lying near the closet. Just as he was about to reach it, his sight disappeared. The whole room was so dark.

For a moment Abel silently digested the situation, then shouted very loudly.

His shout grew louder as the door of his room was knocked. The woman cupped her face while squatting.

"Don't bother me!" screams loudly. Abel hates the dark.

"Fuck..."

"No! I don't want to see you, ugly devil. Go!" Abel even cried so much because he was afraid.

Imagine if the one who knocked on the door was a ghost who wanted to hold him. Abel shook his head firmly.

"I have a husband, don't bother me. My husband is fierce, I'm insensitive, but I want to be with my husband. My husband is handsome, you're ugly!"

The door was knocked back and the ghost played the doorknob, making Abel scream even more,

"nggaaaakkkk! I don't want to come with you. I want to be with my husband, so I can be a good wife to my husband. I still want to love my husband. Don't separate me from my husband, I love my husband. Really!"

"Bel, it's me. Your husband's. Open the door."

"MAS SUTEJO!" Abel screamed in relief at the voice of her real husband. Then, he fumbled in the dark, looked for the door of his room and then banged it from the inside, panicking.

"Mas Tejo, open the door!"

"GARA bell, not Tejo!!". Because the least like to be called Sutejo, because the name is the name of the driver's eyes .he does not like if people are mispronounced .

"Your door is the key."

Abel laughed in tears, bemoaning his own folly that locked the door from the inside.

In a hurry, he looked for the key of the door and opened it. He immediately rushed into the arms of Gara who turned on his cell phone spotlights. Instead of subsiding, Abel grew sobbing in her husband's chest.

"Dead the lights" said Gara while bringing Abel back into the room.

After arriving at the edge of the bed, Abel sat quietly in Gara's lap, still hugging him while crying.

Gara sighed and while glaring in speech,

"why do you call me an ugly demon?"

Hearing that, Abel stopped his crying at once and distanced his face from the niche of Gara's neck.

He looked at Gara in a dim light while remembering what he had said before.

Suddenly a sense of prestige overtook him, so Abel came down from Gara's lap and accused him as if he had forgotten his shame and guilt,

"why didn't you tell me that you hit the door?!"

"You're the one who screams is not clear." For keeping his phone on the bedside without turning off the floodlight.

"Say she wants to be a good wife, down her index finger."

Abel hissed, but his face was embarrassed. Then, he folded his hands in front of his haughty chest. Abel hoped to be persuaded by Gara who had just insinuated him, but the man even made a bed and lay down.

"Aren't you pegel standing still?" Finally, Abel was asked by Gara.

"Don't you feel guilty about me?" ask Abel.

"I just missed you!"

"But you said love is the same I'm in a conscious state right ?"

Abel turned his face embarrassed.

"Not to talk about it!"

"okay." Because it looks understood.

"So, where are you going to sleep next door? Right or left?"

"Left!" abel answered half-judes.

Because shifting his position gives space to his wife. Abel got into bed with a high sense of prestige. But her curiosity was more domineering to see Gara looked ordinary after hearing Abel confessing love.

Abel asked doubtfully,

"Why is it still common? I did not intentionally say love. Don't you think I don't love me?"

"I can't marry you if there's no taste."

"Whataa feelings?" Abel was anxious because Gara's explanation was not specific.

"Chicken onion taste?"

"Love."

Gara's short answer made Abel smile then blinked his eyes quickly, flirtatious, before making Gara's arm as his head pad.

"But Mas remains indifferent to me just as I'm not sensitive either."

"When am I cuey?" tanya Gara made Abel pinch her husband's waist plan.

"It has to be obvious that Mas is a bitch. I'm upset not being persuaded, not kissed, not seduced. Now, I do not caress me, but I want to sleep. If again wrestling I am kissed until tight, stroked until hot. Wonder!"

"That's it," murmured Gara. Then he took Abel into his arms and stroked his wife's soft black hair.

"I think my treatment has been enough to prove my love to you. Next time say yes if I have less." Because the real stiff can talk like this because the same private King last Sunday .

Abel nodded comfortably in her husband's warm embrace. Especially when Gara peeked his forehead and head many times.

"Now sleep, it's night. Relax, we're just the two of us. Ghosts can't separate us."