With You I Find Love

Episode forty-two

Finish watering the plants in the backyard Ara back into the house. Indeed today he chose not to work because his mood has been druksak by Atayad earlier. Since getting married, Ara has preferred to do work that she had rarely done before. Like washing your own clothes, ironing, cleaning the house and so on.

Seeing that the dining table was still the same as before he left, Ara was sure that Atayad had not come down at all. Ara took a deep breath as she looked at Atayad's behavior. "Do I leave it like this, who knows later he feels hungry but is reluctant to ask me to prepare it. Know for yourself he is a big prestige" said Ara who stood near one of the dining table chairs. Afterwards he went straight up to the second floor with his hands carrying other cleaning equipment.

When arriving on the second floor, Ara's eyes focused on the two closed bedroom doors. One door of Atayad's room and another door of the room that no one but the servant assigned by Atayad to clean it.

"She was like a child sulking" Ara said as she stared at her husband's door.

Ara began to clean the floor sweeping, wiping the tables and cabinets that were there and others that he saw dusty. "It turns out I'm also good at cleaning the house" Ara praised her for getting the job done by a waitress who was paid by her parents and who was paid by her husband Atayad.

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A strong ego makes Atayad reluctant to come out of his room. It was 10:30 and his stomach was not filled.

Kruwuk worm in the stomach Atayad began to protest asking for rations. Atayad hates times like this. When he had to start first. But it is actually heavy at what?

While Ara was enjoying the broadcast today in the television room. The ridiculousness created by the cast in the broadcast made Ara unable to stem her laughter. Can't stand it anymore the laughter finally exploded and it really made Atayad feel annoyed when he heard it.

Atayad paced back and forth while scratching his non-itchy head. Occasionally he clucked while shaking his waist. He then approached a large glass that was fused with his wardrobe.

Atayad observed his facial expression. Occasionally his eyes narrowed with furrowed eyebrows. "Ck, he's wrong why I'm like this. Ooohh gosh" said Atayad while rubbing your palms on your face.

After gathering all his courage, Atayad ventured out because the state of worms in his stomach continued to force Atayad to give their rations.

The door was opened by Atayad, Ara who was laughing suddenly stopped her laughter.

Ara held back laughter as well as Atayad. "Are you hungry?" Ara asked first.

"Of course"

Ara stood up because she felt the same way as her husband. Ara did follow the teachings of her parents. She did not dare to eat first if her husband had not eaten. That was the teaching of his parents, especially his mother.

Ara warms the food she made this morning. "You feel hungry but you choose not to eat breakfast. Is that how you sulk?" said Ara

Atayad opened his eyes when he heard Ara's question. "She is a very insensitive woman" Atayad said in his heart.

"I am not feeling" said Atayad, though his heart confirmed the words of his wife.

"Not tasteful because you're mad at me? Were you jealous of this guy this morning?"

"Jealous?" Atayad asked back with both furrowed eyebrows. "Is it not wrong that I am jealous? In the dictionary of my life it's not written that's called jealousy"

Ara throbbed at Atayad's reply. In his heart, he hoped Atayad would say yes. After a moment of silence Ara wanted to explain the misunderstanding that occurred this morning. But seeing the flat expression on her husband's face made Ara think twice. Mending if Atayad wants to listen to his explanation, what if it turns out Atayad does not consider it the same.

They eat food in silence. Ara focused on the food on her plate. While Atayad occasionally stared at Ara who was enjoying her food.

Atayad tapped the finger of his left hand on the dining table. If the atmosphere is clear like this he is sometimes confused to start a conversation from where.

To say that Ara was beautiful this afternoon was still impossible for Atayad. Surely Atayad hates this awkward atmosphere.

Atayad cleared his throat several times trying to melt the atmosphere. Ara ventured to look at Atayad and the path she took first was to get clear water for her husband.

Ara thrust the glass filled with clear water. Atayad took it but before that their gazes met and locked each other.

"Thank you" said Atayad, who noticed it first.

"Atayad" said Ara slowly and immediately stared by the owner of the name. Ara lowered her head back to compose a proper sentence and did not offend her husband.

"Atayad, I.." Ara stopped saying. Despite putting on a flat face actually in his heart Atayad really can't wait to hear what Ara is talking about.

His normally agile tongue when talking to anyone was suddenly crazed. For some reason when Ara looked Atayad in the eyes all the sentences he composed suddenly collapsed instantly. Ara's two hands were holding each other under the table.

"Atayad.." stop again.

Impatient with his wife Atayad finally spoke up first. "Atayad, Atayad, can't you be a little polite. I'm your husband and we're a lot different ages"

"Ck, then what should I do?" said Ara

"Call with a polite word!"

"As I said, so"

Atayad squinted his eyes, "Mas?"

"Yes, yesterday when you were sleeping in my room, you told me to call you mas" explained Ara and this time he was more courageous to look at Atayad.

"No, I didn't say that" said Atayad, as he felt he didn't mention it at all.

"So what should I call you? Mas's? a brother? a sister? aka't? aa? or what? can't I call you bebeb? hahaha" Ara laughed at the end of the sentence she said because she felt amused herself.

"Suire, but I don't want anyone else to know our true circumstances. Yes so please whatever you think is appropriate"

Atayad put food back in his mouth. His eyes were still trying to steal a glance as well as Ara.