Take Off Yourself
Special Fried Rice

"Aakhch.... Ssshhhh.ttt...". Hanafi, grimacing in pain. When changing his sitting position.

"It hurts yeah, gold? That's your face, but I'm so happy. Seeing you in pain like this, you were so careless". Ledek Yasmin, shut her mouth holding back a laugh.

"Satisfied, see me in pain ha? Laugh, as loud as possible". Hanafi said, upset with his wife's attitude.

"Haha.....Haha....Haha....Well, I'm glad to see you in pain". Yasmin, continue her laughter.

"Yasmiiinnn. Later on, I'll laugh at you". Hanafi said, out loud.

"Mas, can you be careless". Ask Yasmin, she cut her own husband.

"Not careless, there was most likely someone who framed me. Because of me, often through that road. But nothing happened". Hanafi, long breath.

"Keep, mas didn't investigate. Patience, well, mas. His name is bad, you don't want to be accepted". Yasmin's nagging, smile.

"If it proves to be your ex-husband, who did. Are you, sincerely he went to prison. Hmmm". Hanafi asked, huffing towards his wife.

"Well, what does this have to do with me? If he does, get in jail. Surely I am, without any new problems. The proof is that Mas silenced me in anger. You see, meeting an ex-husband at the market". Yasmin replied, smiling smrik.

"Ck, you seem to realize what your mistake was. I thought, you bodo very". Sahut Hanafi, horse-drawn.

"But, the tumbens were not reported to the father. Because there are a lot of eyewitnesses. So mas, not able to do anything. That's why you don't mean evil. The proof of this, because of his karma" Yasmin, patted Hanafi's wounds.

"Aargh... Yasmiii....". Hanafi, endure the pain. How can the wife even pat her wound on the knee.

"Haha...Tasty granny,mas. In a moment, the widow nurse will come. Ciyeeehh....The same thing, Rosella's nurse". Yasmin's ejek, sticking out her tongue.

"Let's say, you're a blow. There's a woman, attention to me". Smrik's smile, plastered at the corner of his lips.

"What was that, mas? Me, jealous. Haha...It's not wrong, not you. Hmmm... Pretending to be angry, to me. In fact, you're jealous of my ex-husband. Hoping anyway, there was a handsome, brave, mighty, well-established, rich man anyway. Anyway, my dream. He suddenly came and took me away. Then we got married and happy". Yasmin's hesitation, able to make Hanafi's heart heat up.

"Ck, until any time. I, will not let you go Yasmin. What else, divorce you". Hanafi firmly, clenching both of his hands.

"Well, papa. Because of that man, it's okay to be my second husband. As long as I always prioritize". Yasmin blinked her eyes, smiling.

"Yasmywilson..... No, test my patience. On the surface, I am like this. You, however you like to mock ha". Hanafi shouted, blaring the entire room.

Tock....Tock....

"Husssttt...No need, scream. Mas kira, this is a forest or an island. Tuh, the widow of the village flower came". Yasmin, waltz off to the door.

Sure enough, Rosella's coming. She, she's dressed her nurse. "Morning, sister Rosella". Yasmin warmly welcomed her neighbor.

"Again, Yasmin. I, you want to replace the bandage of the kades sir". Rosella said, directly on Yasmin's side.

Rosella, waltz off to the room. There was a sweet smile, rising on his lips.

Hanafi, still putting on his flat face. No matter what, Rosella's smile.

"Sir kades, I open the bandage". Permit Rosella, shy.

"Take off his pants, and not papa sus". Yasmin said, giggling.

"Yasmywilson....Take care of your attitude, after this. You, bathe me". Hanafi's orders, once again Yasmin muttered her mouth. "Listen no, what do I say".

"Alright, cheap kades pack and universal benefactor. Servant, under the name of Yasmin. Will follow kades' orders, but not promises. Hihi....". Yasmin's chuckle, smacking her smile.

"Aauukk... Slow down, this pain". Hanafi said, grimacing in pain.

"Mas, I'm not taking care of you. That means..."

"Son, my injuries are getting worse. It could be an infection, again". Reject Hanafi, direct.

"It's over, sir, I'll excuse you". Rosella said, tidying up her medical equipment. When he finished, he came out of the room.

Yasmin, meanwhile, stood leisurely in the doorway. "Yasmin, excuse me. Please, take care of kades sir". Rosella said, smiling.

"Hmmm... With all my soul, always take care of Mr. Kades". Yasmin replied, glancing at her husband.

Yasmin, take Rosella to the porch. He, stared intensely at her.

"Yasmin, why are you talking like that? To mr. kades, to be honest. Unbecoming, you said that". Rosella said, turning her body around.

"eeee... Sister Rosella, don't misunderstand what we said. Mr. kades, it's like that. He's a humorous and funny guy. If you don't believe it, just ask someone else". Yasmin said, smiling slightly.

"Ck, you'll know Yasmin. How about losing a husband. What else, like a kades sir". After she finished speaking, Rosella left Yasmin.

Yasmin, shrugged her shoulders and turned around. Because inside, it had already called out its name.

"Yasmini....". Shouted Lela, who was running a little. "I, want to see Mr. Kades. Want, give me some fried rice".

Yasmin, glancing at Lela's hand. "Oh, comein".

Lela, directly behind Yasmin. Without saying anything, because he intended to meet Hanafi.

Hanafi, frown. When I saw Lela, I went inside with Yasmin.

"Here, I'll put it on the plate. My husband's time, eat it in the bowl". Yasmin, directly snatched the fried rice in Lela's hand. "Sit down, speak as you please."

Lela, sit on the sofa. Crossing Hanafi, his eyes flickered flirtatiously.

Hanafi, shook his head. She, feeling uncomfortable with Lela's gaze.

Yasmin smiled smrik. He, put in the shrimp powder. Not forgetting, to prank her husband. Incidentally, this is the cuisine of Lela.

When she finished, Yasmin brought the fried rice and sat down next to her husband. "Eat the mas, not delicious loh. There are people, don't be afraid. Me, who used to taste it". Bisik Yasmin, so that the husband trusts Lela's cooking.

"eeee..Mr. Kades, don't suspect my cooking. Please, Yasmin, taste first. Frightened, Pak kades do not believe". Lela said, telling Yasmin to taste first.

With pleasure, Yasmin fed a spoonful of special fried rice from Lela. "Hmmm...Masya Allah, it's very good Lela. why, it's not a sale. surely, it's very special fried rice you". Yasmin said, praising Lela's cooking.

"Baaahh... Yasmin, you can praise my cooking". Lela,tersipu shy.

"Mas, it's your turn. Try tasting, fried rice. You, I'm not going to regret it". Yasmin, thrusting a spoonful of fried rice into her husband's mouth. Will not regret the mas, you will itch later.

Hanafi, hesitantly opened his mouth and received a spoonful of special fried rice from Lela. Chewing little by little, then in the swallow.

Yasmin, feed me another spoonful. Hanafi, surrender and accept it. Of course, Lela felt happy because she managed to convince the cuisine was delicious.

Yasmin, was eager to laugh at her husband's stupidity. As if, plain and innocent.