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3_No Semanis Novela

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"So many real motorcycles, Mas? Tumben the return of Abis Magrib." Aisyah asked as the two were enjoying dinner.

"Hm .. is good," replied Bayu. Put the food back in his mouth.

"Alhamdulillah" said Aisha.

"Let's give me some money to shop for."

"Yes, all shopping, yeah! The food stock is already abis."

"Tomorrow can too," replied Bayu cuek.

"But to make breakfast tomorrow morning is also not there, Mas. Come on, just a second! Our contract is still the same market." Aisyah was acting a little spoiled. I wish her husband had mercy on her.

Bayu paused his meal for a moment hearing Aisyah who seemed to force him, then kept the spoon on the plate a little hard. The sound of clinking dishes clashing with a slammed spoon, made Aisyah to tiptoe so surprised.

"You, don't know, anyway! I just got home from work and told you to shop. I'm tired, I've done a lot of work, and now I want to rest."

Aisyah came back to hear Bayu's nagging. He almost spilled a clear liquid that had accumulated in the corner of his eye. Luckily he could still hold it. Aisyah was like that, she was indeed easy to cry if someone snapped at her. That's my tears.

"Ma—maaf, Mom. I was having trouble bringing gifts. So you can't shop first" explained Aisyah a little afraid.

A rough gust of breath was thrown into the air. Bayu who realized his wife was frightened, felt a little regret. "I'm sorry, my release," said Bayu in a slower tone.

Aisyah smiled strangely, but the apology was precisely the trigger for her tears to come out without permission. He immediately left, trying to hide the pain that was so heartbreaking. Not to forget he brooms with rough tears that have already flowed on the cheeks.

Aisyah went to her room. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Her husband soon followed.

"Tomorrow does not need to cook for breakfast. We just buy it," said Bayu while laying his body on the side of the bed opposite to where Aisyah was.

"If cooking can be more efficient, Mas. I'm afraid our savings won't be enough until I get paid, if we always eat out."

"Just tomorrow. I'm really tired today. Just buy breakfast." Bayu spoke while closing his eyes. One hand he kept on his forehead.

"Did you forget. I usually like lunch too." Aisyah said without looking at her interlocutor.

Momentary silence. Aisyah who was surprised why her husband did not respond finally looked back. Bayu looked unmoved with regular sounding breaths. Aisyah snorted in annoyance when she found out her husband was already sleeping.

"Sleep," decak Aisyah. However, she also felt sorry to see her husband who did look exhausted. Maybe he is too outrageous. Her husband was tired of coming home from work and was told to take her shopping.

"Do I go alone, yes! Usually also be alone, because the market is also deket from the contract. It's still 7, it's still afternoon. I pinjem the motor Mas Bayu aja, deh." Aisyah muttered, she took the initiative to go shopping by herself. Like what she did before she became a wife.

Independent life is already used to be done by Aisyah before marriage. However, after her status changed, somehow Aisyah felt entitled to be pampered. He had already imagined the good times he would get after marriage. Made queen by her husband, as in the stories of novels she often read. In reality, it was all in his imagination. His life story is not as sweet as a novel.

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At 20:30 WIB Aisyah has returned to contract. He bought a lot of groceries for backup the next few days. That way, he can be more efficient in managing finances.

"Where are you from?"

"Well, how come you're awake? Didn't you just sleep?" Aisha asked back.

"The story is behind him. Where are you from?" Bayu repeated the question. Both of his eyes were wielding sharp like an eagle that wanted to pounce on his prey.

"I'm from the market. He said you were tired, so I went alone. Sorry, I didn't say the motorcycle. Mas sleep really pules earlier," explained Aisyah while moving her groceries from the motorbike to the table.

"I said, tomorrow. You're a really nice wife, si. No orders from the husband."

Again, Aisyah had to get a scolding from Bayu. She felt wrong being a wife. "How is this? I asked not to be delivered. Now I go alone, Mas is still angry," cried Aisyah, slightly suppressing her sense of regret.

"I said tomorrow, yes, tomorrow. It's late at night. If you why-why how?"

Behind Aisyah's bewildered look, tucked away a small, restrained smile. She was a little flattered, as it turned out that her husband still cared about her.

"So you care about me?" aisyah asked a little blushed.

"Yes, you are my wife" replied Bayu.

Aisyah smiled fluffy, but looked strange by her husband. "Why smile?" ask Bayu wonder.

"I like your attention like that, Mas," said spoiled Aisyah.

Bayu frowned while blotting his lips. "Lebay," he said, then melengos went to the room.

Aisha followed her husband. "If you care about me, tomorrow I'll go to work again, yes" he asked when they were in the room. Bayu who is still sleepy immediately relaxes the body.

"Don't spoil it, deh. I, didn't I say it only works once. It was also able to go home alone," exclaimed Bayu closed his eyes again.

"Say cares." Aisyah clucking. The bleakness on his face revealed a deep sense of disappointment.

"Letting the cooperation back home is still afternoon, Aisyah. So I'm not too worried that you're leaving alone. Some of the time it was too. Riding the angkot is safer in my opinion," said Bayu. Both eyes were back open. While lying on his side, he supported his head with one palm.

"If riding a motorbike can save costs, Mas. And I want to be like any other married couple. The wives are asked to be with her husband, taken everywhere, invited to go for a walk even if just shopping." Aisyah's gaze glared far ahead. Imagine how happy he would be if he could feel it.

"That's the biggest story you can read in a novel. Aye, right?"

Aisyah snorted and looked at her husband's face which looked disdainful. Indeed, yes. Aisha often read love novels. The story will end happily in a harmonious and loving marriage. However, what's wrong if he dreams of having a sweet and harmonious marriage story like that. He is even willing to live a simple life, which is important to be happy.

"This is it, deh. If you want to be pampered with your husband, you also have to be good at managing your husband." Bayu again said with a meaningful smile imprinted on the corner of his lips.

"How's manjain? Don't say ...!" Aisyah frowned suspiciously. He broke down with that strange grin.

"You've built me up, now you have to take responsibility. Here!" Aisyah could not resist when Bayu's burly hand pulled her body until their bodies touched each other. He said he was tired, but immediately excited when asking for rations.

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...To be continued...

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