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10_Prophe, Aish!

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Feeling detached from a big stone blow that made her breath tight, that was what Aisyah was currently feeling. The woman smiled as she hugged her husband's waist, enjoying the warm night breeze. They are currently on their way home to a contract after a few days of staying at Bayu's parents' house. Aisyah remembered very well how the treatment of her father-in-law and sister-in-law, and this made Aisyah feel uncomfortable to linger there. On the grounds that tomorrow Aisyah had to leave in the morning, finally her mother-in-law gave permission to Aisyah and Bayu to return to the contract.

“Alhamdulillah, finally arrived.” Aisyah stretched her back muscles by raising her hands high as soon as they entered the rented house. “Mas, want me to make warm tea?”

“Hm, no already, Dek,” the answer is short as usual. He rushed into the room after putting his motorbike key next to the television.

The clock on the wall shows at 19:15 WIB. “Still clock this way. Backbones first, ah.” Aisyah landed her body on the carpet and then turned on the television. It turned out that the journey of approximately two hours made his body tired. Just resting a few minutes, Aisyah remembered that there was no side dish for their breakfast tomorrow morning. Aisha got up and walked towards the refrigerator.

“Yeah, there's only eggs. Vegetables are over. What to cook, huh?” he thought as he combed the contents of the refrigerator, looking for something that he could make a pair to cook tomorrow. “Telur bali seasoning aja, lah.”

Aisyah hurried to the room to change her clothes with comfortable home clothes. Seen Bayu already asleep on the bed. Aisyah smiled looking at Bayu's handsome face while asleep. His face looks so innocent. After a few minutes, Aisyah returned to the kitchen after taking the ingredients she needed.

Tonight, regardless of her fatigue, Aisyah immediately processed all the ingredients to make a side dish. Aisyah thought it was better to be tired than tomorrow morning she woke up late and did not have time to cook. For almost three hours Aisyah struggled in the kitchen. The Balinese eggs are finished cooking. Rice has also been incorporated into Magicom. Next Aisyah cleaned the kitchen before she went to the room to follow her husband to dreamland.

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Aisyah squirms as her sleep continues to sound the alarm from her phone. I don't know what sound that is? That's certainly not the first sound. Although her eyes still felt heavy, Aisyah immediately came out from the warm embrace of the blanket that covered her body. However, the husband's burly hand that was coiled around his waist made it difficult for him to move. Aisha tried to break the embrace, but Justin Bayu hugged her even tighter. Finally Aisyah resigned. He turned his body until he faced Bayu.

“Mas, wake. It's five o'clock. Let's pray first!” take Aisyah gently while patting Bayu's cheek.

“Hm .. bentar.” Instead of waking up, Bayu even more tightened his embrace.

“Mas, it's noon. I haven't cooked rice. Please let go, I'll be late,” persuade Aisyah.

“Will I release, tapia and its terms.” Molly whispered without opening her eyes.

“Terms? What, Mas? Don't be weird, deh.” Aisyah began to feel the strange gurgle of her husband.

Bayu's face approached and scaly in Aisyah's troubled ears made Aisyah surprised.

“Mas!”

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“When are you cooking this, Dek?” tanya Bayu stared at the Balinese eggs that had been served at the dining table.

“Overnight, Mas,” replied Aisyah briefly.

“Wah, this is very suitable if you eat the same rice made by mother.” The simple sentence that Bayu uttered, momentarily made Aisyah's hand gesture restrained.

This time Aisyah did not put a mouthful into her mouth. “Sorry, Mom. This was all Aisha could do. But Aisyah cooks it lovingly.” As much as Aisyah's energy to hold the puddle of water in her eye so as not to fall. The words that the baby uttered really hurt Aisyah's feelings. Perhaps for Bayu, it was a normal sentence. However, Bayu forgot if he was comparing Aisyah cuisine with Ambar cuisine that is perfect in the eyes of Bayu.

Bayu stopped chewing when he saw Aisyah put down her spoon and looked down. “You don't get me wrong, Dek. I didn't say your cooking wasn't good. I hope with my criticism, your cooking becomes as delicious as mother's cooking.”

“Thank you, Mas. But until whenever Aisyah is Aisyah who will never be like Mother.” Aisyah's chin lifted, her eyes looking at the Netra Bayu who was still staring at her.

“Do not cry, Deck. Cook that you cry. Kayak little boy.” Bayu resumed eating after seeing Aisyah's tears that began to drip on her cheeks.

“Mas, the way Mas reprimanded Aisyah that made Aisyah not accept. Everyone feels uncomfortable when compared to others. You could say it would be better if the sugar was reduced. Instead of comparing Aisyah with others!” Aisyah's patience is already at the threshold of her ability to control emotions. With trembling hands, Aisyah vented the emoation she had been enduring ever since she lived in her in-laws' house.

“That mother is no one else, Dek!” Bayu was no less fierce to reply to Aisyah's words. “Oh, so all this time you thought my mother was someone else? Your Delinquency, Dek.”

Aisyah looked at the face of the man before her. His heart was disappointed, but Bayu did not understand what he said. Aisyah rubbed the rough tears that were still stuck on her cheeks. Without another word, he finished off the remaining rice on his plate.

“Freely I argue if mas Bayu does not understand my words.” Aisyah said in her heart, right now she is really very disappointed with Bayu's attitude.

Without waiting for long, Aisyah had already finished her breakfast. He took his old dinner plate to the kitchen and washed it. The woman then rushed to the room to pick up the briefcase. After giving a touch of thin powder on the cheeks, Aisyah came out and picked up the provisions she had prepared at the dining table. He paid no heed to Bayu's question-marked gaze. Aisyah lazily argued this early.

“I'm leaving first, Mas. Assalamualaikum.” Aisyah immediately passed without looking at her interlocutor.

Aisyah stepped in with a heart that held a resentment. Repeatedly he took a deep breath and threw it away violently. “Sabar Aish .. patience, yes!" Aisyah stroked her chest trying to share her strength with him.

“Aish, what's wrong with you? Pain?”

Aisyah was stunned when she realized her attitude had provoked the curiosity of the people at the stop.

“Eh, no, Ma'am. Hm, anu .. earlier Aish choked. This is why his chest still feels pain, yes.” Aisyah tried to divert the suspicions of her rented neighbor who often wanted to know people's affairs.

“Oh, kirain you are sick.”

“Eh, the angkot is coming, Ma'am. I'm first, yes.” Aisyah immediately entered the angkot and mingled with other rupiah fighters.

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...To be continued...

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