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5_Sometimes Sweet

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Bagaskara slowly began to show his light, the sign of the morning had come. Aisyah welcomed the morning excitedly today. His smile was glistened when he saw the sweet face of the husband who was still sleeping next to him.

Yesterday, Aisyah strengthened her heart to live a real life. He no longer wished his love ark would be as sweet as the romantic drama in the novel he had read. Where romance in a novella is built on a mere fictitious story. Based on the level of the author himself.

“If the fate of the characters in the novel is determined by the authors, while my fate is determined by the Great One, I will complain. So .. spirit, Aish. Everything will feel beautiful if we are good at thanking.” Aisyah rushed to clean herself up after returning to encourage herself.

After carrying out his duty to the Khalik, Aisha deftly carried out her work. After soaking the laundry with soap, he switched to reaching for vegetables he had bought yesterday to cook immediately. Today Aisyah plans to cook kale stir-fry with an omelet side dish and fried tempeh.

All the ingredients are ready. Vegetables are also washed. He immediately turned on the gas stove, but the third time Aisyah tried to turn on the stove, the stove did not turn on until she saw the indicator gas cylinder. “Yeah, out,” he lamented.

Feelings of doubt come back to haunt. Heart ketar-ketir. “Bangunin, no, yes?” gerutu himself. The short nails become an impingement of his teeth.

“If I wake up, be angry. But if I don't wake up, I can't cook.” Aisyah let out a rough breath. He was back in front of the stove.

"Yes, Allah .. if only I had not been this happy. Bismillah aja, deh.” Satisfied to speak for himself, he immediately tried to remove the LPG tube from the hose of the regulator. “Yes! Successfully,” cheers happy, “Alhamdullillah, I do not ngrepoti Mas Bayu anymore.”

Rushing he went to a nearby stall to buy LPG gas. After getting what he was looking for, Aisyah immediately returned home. He tried to install his own LPG tube. Although he never did, he often saw Bayu change LPG tubes.

Fifteen minutes Aisyah tried, until the sound of gas hissing was heard making Aisyah aghast. In a hurry he removed another LPG tube from the regulator hose. Fear of ambush. He often heard news of LPG tubes exploding, which made him always hesitant to install LPG tubes himself.

“Mas. Build, Mas.” Tergopoh Aisyah woke Bayu who was still asleep in a dream. Seeing no response from Bayu, he shook Bayu's body gently. “Mas, please Aish. His LPG is up.”

Bayu blinked, feeling his sleep disturbed. “Aaan, anyway, Dek?” snapped it.

“Mas, sorry Aish. But the LPG tube's out. Aish ask for help to put the tube so that Aish can cook immediately.”

“Ck!” decak Bayu's. He also hurried to get up. Feeling annoyed already in ubun-tubun, “I've often said make it independent. Why is it so hard, anyway, Dek?” snapped it.

Aisyah. His fingers crumpled at each other. The sweat on his forehead let it flow slowly. Fear still dominates the heart. He followed Bayu to the kitchen. He had no intention of replying to the words of his husband.

“Masa masang tube just can not? That's a woman's job. Mother who has already installed her own gas can, you just can't.”

Be ill. Aisha felt that. He likes to be compared to others. For Aisyah, everyone has advantages and disadvantages of each, so why should compare humans with other humans.

“Allah, it hurts. Should I feel this pain? Is there any sin I have committed until you punish me with this pain? Give me the antidote, Yes Rabb, so that I can pass through it with patience,” Aisyah groaned inwardly.

Bayu deftly install LPG tube, “Lain times you should be able to alone, Deck! I don't want to be bothered with something as trivial as this anymore.” Bayu left Aisyah just like that.

No more smiles adorning Aisyah's sweet face. That face is moping. After Bayu's departure, Aisyah's tears poured down. “Didn't you see my struggle, Mas? I've been trying to suppress my fear, her inner” is screaming.

He pressed his voice so as not to go outside. With tears she finished cooking that was delayed. Although her mind was raging, her heart crumbling, Aisyah was able to finish in time. After preparing everything at the dinner table he rushed to wash clothes and then took a shower. He took a quick glance at Bayu who was busy playing his phone.

“It turns out I'm no more important than your phone, Mas,” Inner Aisyah. Again his heart throbbed pain. “Strust me, Yes Rabb. It has not been my fingernails living with him. There is still plenty of time that requires patience.”

After taking a shower and getting ready, Aisyah rushed to the dining table for breakfast. Seen Bayu already sitting while filling the stomach. “Tumben you cook it well, Dek. Only dear, saute less spicy.”

Aisha had no intention of responding to her husband's curse at all. He was afraid he could not control his emotions. The accumulated disappointment can still be patiently overcome, but it does not rule out the possibility that patience will be eroded if the flow of disappointment is increasingly swift.

“Oh, yes. This is ten thousand for you. Yesterday I only got one customer, it was just an oil change. So I only received fifteen thousand.” Bayu put the ten thousand note on Aisha.

Aisyah looked at the money. Not because he felt lacking in the gift of Bayu, only he did not have the heart to take the money. Aisyah wants to take a piece of money that is on the table so that Bayu is not offended if he rejects it, but hesitates. He is afraid of being wrong in taking a stand.

“Ehm ... Is it okay if I take this money? Uh, he means, Mas still have a handle?” Aisyah hastily repeated her words. He was really scared if Bayu was offended.

Bayu looked at Aisyah with a gaze that Aisyah herself was unable to translate.

“Why?”

“Aish is afraid that Mas will not have a handle if the money is given to Aish. Aish still has money for everyday shopping. If Mas want to take it first is okay,” bright Aish with as soft as possible.

“I know this is not much, even less likely, but at least I've been trying to make a living to you. Can't you take it?”

“Eh,” Ayesha. It seems that Bayu was offended by his question. “Bu-not that Aish means, Mas. Aish was worried that Mas had no grip. Later if suddenly the gasoline runs out in the middle of the road what if Mas no money handle?”

Bayu smiled at his wife's reaction. “Thank you for worrying about me.” He got up from his seat and kissed his wife's cheek.

Bayu waltzed away ignoring Aisyah who was gawking because of her actions just now. Aisyah is really made to hang with the behavior of the husband who is sometimes sweet also sometimes make crying.

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...To be continued...