Wife Unvalued
CHAPTER 91 - The Treasure of the Unvalued
Already wet, Lengkara chose to take a bath all at once. No problem, Yudha is the winner and everything that happens is purely due to her arrogance. Yes, Yudha said, he was showing off and was too proud to forget that the man's tongue was bitter, what he said often happened in the future.
Just for the sake of repairing the bed, Yudha was even willing to sacrifice time. The man in black clothes who had looked neat now changed like a wood craftsman who was trying to provide the best service for his customers.
Seeing Yudha move, Bima was clearly not silent. Yes, even though his job only helps to pick up nails and hold a hammer when Yudha does not use it. As Yudha knows, Bima is all-round, but that does not mean it can be everything.
Nothing is in vain for Yudha, while it can be repaired it is not wrong to fight first. Although the drama of the hammer hit Bima's feet first, but that does not mean their plans changed.
Witnessed by Bu Runi and Lengkara, the two men seemed to get along until the bed can be used properly again. Bima breathed a sigh of relief when staring at the results of his work, understandably for Bima this kind of thing is quite strange and unusual.
"Can't you? It's easy to give up .. while it can be repaired business, not always buy a new solution."
He began to chatter, the president who had been booked and used to living hard was giving advice to the son of Atmadjaya Aksa who was used to struggling with wealth. He rearranged the tools that they had used at the same time also tidied up the bed sheet that Bima put up, very good himself.
"Retail the best finances, there is still a lot that you have to arrange .. remember, you are at zero at this time, Bima."
"Yes," Bima replied quietly, barely audible.
"Sound no?"
"Yes listen," said Bima staring at Yudha who now back tidying up her clothes, always if it is okay then the motherly soul in Yudha just appeared.
"Don't do it, don't forget whose wife is your child? She's the daughter of the Megantara family who used to live happily, you're not good at taking broken steps, Bima."
"Jeez yes, Yudha!! I heard."
Since childhood he was accustomed to this and that by his father until he grew up. Now that Papa Atma had not spoken much, Yudha had succeeded him. Luckily he had a wife who did not protest so much, more often entrust everything if it was caught in trouble.
Finished with his duties, Yudha was not allowed to return immediately. It is clear that Bu Runi is worried that he is too tired, by chance the fried banana that Yudha asked for yesterday can only be filled today.
"Aw the banana fan shape ... who cut it, Mom? It must be Lengkara," Yudha guessed unconsciously if it made Bima look at him.
"Why would you know?"
"Huh? Just guess .. women are so usually, lebay," replied Yudha origin before then eating a hot fried banana which she believes the hand of the former.
"This is how you say, Lebay, do not reproach the work of my wife, Yudha."
"Jelek, good also the result of the mother's hand .. more sincere and cut it must not use a grudge," said Yudha later, considering yesterday Lengkara had pulled her hair to fall out and she was sure that today she was even more angry.
Not long after, Lengkara who had heard the faint talk of her husband and sister-in-law appeared with two cups of warm tea there. It shook a little, either because the tea was too hot or because Yudha was there.
"Yeah, why tea? I love milk."
"There is tea, do not protest much, Mas," said Lengkara upset himself and wanted it to feel like he landed the coasters right on Yudha's head.
He was kind enough to jump into the kitchen this morning, not only preparing a snack, but also a drink. He only answered the potluck, in the kitchen there was only tea and coffee because it had not been time to shop.
"Who is protesting? Just name!!"
"Again, I've been hard to make my hands hit by hot water can-can protest, if you want milk tuh cow neighbors there."
They fought again, and this time it was completely natural. Luckily Bima was a little wise and asked his wife to sit by his side. Bima had heard Yudha's curses about her lover who often rose in blood.
At first Bima did not really believe if such a relationship existed. However, now he was clearly shown the evidence in real and only then he could trust fully. Just a few hours meet, the atmosphere seems to heat up again as if a combination of oil and fire.
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Without them knowing, if from a distance they look very sweet. Even someone who had been monitoring the house had a faint smile, his two sons were so detached if outside his supervision. Without him knowing, tears that were once haram dripping now without cue fell to wet his hand that began to age.
"Do you want to go to him, sir?"
"No, Chan is here, just here" the middle-aged man said softly as he wiped his tears immediately, ashamed of being caught by the man who was a witness of half his life.
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- To Be Continued
