Married On Agreement
(Season 3) 22. It tastes good too
The gazes of the eyes of the two had now met and the bead of the eyes seemed to look deeper. Wulan's heart beat even to the point of sounding in Rio's ears, their cusp was nearby. The towel dropped on the floor.
Immediately Rio confirmed the position of his body and Wulan's body, he grabbed a white towel to be wrapped back on top of the stomach.
"Sorry, Mom."
Wulan's feet were about to come out of Rio's room, yet again Rio called out.
"Where are you going? Didn't I ask you to take a shower?"
"Yes, this is I want to take a shower .. shower in my room" he said as he walked out.
Rio was only shaking his head, he was drying his body first. Then get on the bed and lie down, not forgetting to pull the blanket.
Did I hear wrong? I heard Wulan's heart pounding so fast. Why her? Is he afraid of me?
Inner Rio.
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After Wulan finished bathing and getting dressed, she returned to Rio's room to dress up in front of the dresser. It looked as if Rio had already closed his eyes, it seemed like he was asleep.
Mas Rio hasn't had dinner yet. Did I wake up?
Ah no-no, just let him sleep. If you are hungry and wake up alone, I would rather leave him. Before he wakes up.
Inner Wulan.
He came out again to Rio's room and went back to his room, seen Clara combing her doll's hair. He seemed very happy to have a new toy, remembering again both Wulan and Revelation. They rarely buy toys, because the money is only inserted for more important needs.
"Clara .. Come on, have dinner first, play again," asked Wulan while holding the small arm.
"I'd like to bring my Barbie, brother?"
"By, let's get him to eat."
The beautiful girl complied and now she and Wulan walked down the stairs. There was already a lot of dinner on the table, they immediately ate together.
Clara looked at the bench that Rio often sat on empty, she turned her head towards Wulan.
"Sir .. Why doesn't Rio eat too?"
"Sister Rio is sleeping baby, Big brother is not good to wake him up."
Clara nodded. "Well, if I get injected again, I'm gonna buy another doll, okay?"
"Yes, I'll buy you."
"Barbie too, but that's a boy. Let there be a friend" continued Clara.
"Yes dear."
"Can I give you the beautiful name of this doll, sister?"
"exceptively? Why should it be beautiful? That's the name of my dear sister, don't wear it."
"Oh no, huh? Though the doll is beautiful like a beautiful sister ...," said Clara while stroking her doll blonde hair.
First it was Mas Rio who had always praised Beautiful, now it was Clara. I'm getting jealous of Beautiful. Is she perfect in the eyes of my sister and husband?
Inner Wulan.
"No, just look for another name" Wulan said.
"Your sister found her name" said Clara.
"Tomorrow Big Brother find his name, you finish eating first."
"Yes, Brother."
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Rio sniffed from his sleep, feeling once his stomach was so rumbling. It even rang, his arm outstretched toward the table wanting to look at the phone to check the clock. It turned out that at 1 am before dawn, his hand slowly rubbed his eyes.
"How bad this Wulan is, already know I haven't eaten. But he didn't wake me. There is no understanding once being a wife!" pissed off.
They were surprised by each other.
"Mas Rio ... Why do you wake up at night? Do you need anything?" asked Wulan while rubbing her eyelids.
Rio rolled his eyeballs lazily, he paid no heed to Wulan and now walked down the stairs. The woman followed him from behind.
"Bi! Aunty!" yelled at Rio while he was in the kitchen, but there was no word from the maid.
"Auntie!"
"Mas ... What does Rio need? I'll get it."
"I'm hungry Wulan! Don't you know my stomach's been ringing since!" rio snapped while holding his stomach.
"I'll get you some rice, Mas. Make a meal" said Wulan while taking a plate on the shelf.
"I want fried rice! You wake Aunt up to make me some fried rice and some warm sweet tea! Then get her into the room!" Rio already passed away going up the stairs.
Fried rice? Did I just make it? I don't feel good about waking Aunt up at night, anyways I can make it.
Inner Wulan.
He grabbed a glass and took water to the dispenser. He woke up feeling thirsty.
After that he opened the refrigerator to take the ingredients to make fried rice.
About 25 minutes of fried rice and warm sweet tea are ready to be delivered to Rio's room. He put it on a tray and knocked on the door.
Tok .. tok.
"Lake in!" cry Rio from within.
Chequek......
It looks like Rio is still sitting wrapped in a blanket on the mattress.
"Kok you delivered? Why not Auntie?" ask Rio.
"Yes, it's okay, Mom. This .. the fried rice." He placed the tray on the table and gave her a plate of fried rice.
Rio immediately took and scooped a mouthful into his mouth.
Deg......
He paused for a moment, feeling something strange in the fried rice. He memorized the fried rice made by his maid, not like that taste.
While on the other hand, Wulan was so curious about the response she would see from Rio. Honestly, she still wanted to hear a word of praise that until this moment she had never gotten out of her husband's mouth.
"Why, Mas?" asked Wulan, she was still standing right in front of Rio.
"Is this the fried rice that Auntie made?" rio asked with raised eyebrows.
"Not Mas, I made it."
Deg......
Rio's eyes were wide.
Wulan?! He made this fried rice? It tastes good too. Even better than the fried rice made by Aunty. Almost as good as fried rice made by Almarhumah Aunt Sarah.
Inner Rio.
"Are you lying?" ask Rio again.
Wulan shook her head quickly.
"No, Mas. It was my creation ... does it taste bad?" tanyanya hesitated.
I just tasted it, it tasted good. But ... If you have not heard the direct comment from Mas Rio, I still feel doubtful.
Inner Wulan.
"It's normal" Rio replied briefly and continued eating until it ran out.
Just plain to say? I never had any good in her eyes.
Inner Wulan.
"So, then excuse me, Mas" said Wulan as he stepped towards the door.
"Wait a minute ...," call Rio.
The woman immediately stopped her steps and turned her body to face him.
"It looks like we met .... before you became an OB in my office, right or not?" ask Rio.
Deg......
Wulan's eyes were wide open.
Does he remember me? When we first met?
Inner Wulan.
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