TALAQ
Part 235 TALAQ.
In my life I never imagined that I would be living a life of treasure like now, not only of treasure but also of a perfect husband and healthy children, all happened so on the will of Allah SWT, so great a favor that I got now first to eat everyday I had to work overtime not only that, the insults from my ex-husband I get every day. Now all has turned around the fighting in my family I have got. Like the old-fashioned way my activities are now only, mattress, kitchen, and well, in the sense that I really become a full-fledged housewife.
The night was getting late I woke up from my dream, when I was opening my eyes, I did not find my husband near me. I spread my eyes all over my room, empty yes in the room there was only me and the twins in the box. I got out of bed I was looking for my husband in the empty bathroom, I walked into my husband's study, I opened the door it was true that my husband was still doing his job.
"Mas, haven't you slept at night ?" my sap once entered the room, Mr. Chess.
"Darling, how do you wake up?" Chess sir asked, "Want something?" ask Chess again.
"Suddenly I want chicken noodles." I said without sin.
"Chicken Noodle?" his tanned his forehead.
I know for midnight rich gini it's too hard to get chicken noodles in my town.
"It's eleven o'clock at night, is there?" complain Mr. Chess to me "Tomorrow afternoon, yes, buy it." bargain Chess sir.
"No tomorrow, I want it now" I replied.
"Mother it's night."
"I want it to stay now, let's go."
"Dinda don't want to sleep anymore?" ask Chess to me.
"I want chicken noodles now mas." I'm afraid.
"Alright, then let's go now, let's look at the stadium or at the gulun field." then Mr. Chess relented.
I followed my husband to the garage this time my husband brought a car for fear of the rich cold yesterday. We both penetrated the cold and lonely night of Madiun city, Mr. Chess drove the car slowly while looking for a chicken noodle seller that is still open, he said, until the car arrived at the gulun field we had not found a chicken noodle seller, we walked around the gulun field we did not find a chicken noodle seller, there was one cart but it was closed. Finally we continued to go to the stadium hoping there were sellers still open.
With a lethargic face I walked my feet into the house, not a word I said.
"You want me to make it?" the Chess Paka volunteered to cook for himself.
"Can you cook?" manya curious.
"Try it." replied Mr. Catur pede.
Mr. Chess pulled me into the kitchen I sat in a chair watching his movements, deftly he picked up some kitchen spices, no matter what in the cooking he was busy himself.
"What do you cook for, need help?" ask Qibtiyah who woke up.
"Rest me mbak, this is usual muk masakin" replied Mr. Chess with his trademark smile.
"Yes sleep." I commanded.
"Well, sir, Buk." Ma'am Qibtiyah left us both.
It didn't take long for my husband to finish cooking it and it turned out that it wasn't chicken noodles like I expected, what is served is onion chicken noodles ala delicious noodles only equipped with sauces and slices of chicken that have been seasoned soy sauce, in the slices of chives.
"Suppose this chicken noodle like in a restaurant, even this is more special because the cooking father is full of love and love, here the father bribe." sir Catur thrust a spoonful of noodles in my mouth "Come on baby try it in incipi just a little." Mr. Chess keeps seducing me so I want to eat it.
I feel sorry for my husband's struggle now I open my mouth even though still with the face bent before I thought the pure taste of onion chicken noodles ala delicious noodles turned out to taste very different even more delicious more delicious do appeal chicken noodles buy.
"Enak once mas." Now my face has changed, I am no longer sad as before, added to the bribe by my beloved husband. Now that I have a plate of chicken noodles with my husband we feed each other exactly like the other person.