Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 48: DINNER TOGETHER

Asma's apology stopped her heartbeat. As a husband, he does not guide, but rather direct accusations without any basis. Suddenly his lips chanted dhikr so that the turbulent anger in his heart was faint. Wrong with his actions that do not think more mature.

No words can leave his mind. Rey got up from her seat, then grabbed the wife's body leaning back to stay calm. "I'm sorry, too, my wife. You shouldn't be rude without understanding your dreams. If you want to fight, I will help. Not with money, but you can ask for anything that will be a supporter of your struggle."

Relieved it. Leaving behind an ego that is always stubborn. Humans get used to emotions without willing to listen to explanations and try to understand, before deciding. Rey and Asma again decide to support each other with a new life.

The conversation could not continue because Bagas asked the couple to come in and start dinner. However, it would be surprising, when the footsteps reached the dining room. Where on the table there are so many food boxes that can be eaten for one large family.

Bagas waited for an explanation from his sister who stared at the food with a twinkle of happiness. "Asma, do you want to finish all this food? Ten boxes of pizza, and all that food that amount is impossible to eat once upon a time."

Not thinking about what Asthma will do. The girl, always making a furore without being asked. Moreover, pressing the heart alarm to stay safe. It doesn't matter to spend three million more overnight, but if the food isn't eaten. Is it not called Mubazir?

Mubazir is not allowed in religion. There are many out there who lack food and if they have more sustenance. The best almsgiving is to give a fate to those in need. Including eating should be enough. Not excessive, as ordered Asthma.

Unfortunately, all of those thoughts were refuted. Where Asma, answer Bagas questions with action, not meaningless nonsense. I don't know what the girl whispered, to Aunt Jia. The senior servant nodded his head, then brought another servant to do his master's orders.

Ten minutes later. A large carpet has been held covering the marble floor with all the food ordered and all the residents of the house gathered. The house that usually looks lonely, suddenly full of all the faces that can be in touch with each other.

"Happiness is complete if we share it with those around us. From the first moment we entered this house, there was no recitation or anything as an expression of gratitude for a better future." Asma leads Rey to sit where she wants. "Tonight, the beginning of our relationship. Shouldn't we know each other regardless of status."

"Sorry, Asthma. If there were parents at home, it probably wouldn't ....,"

"Mas, we can't imagine. Enough to be better, I am not there? If there are flaws, we can complement each other. So, can you start dinner with him? I'm so hungry, and so are the others." Asma did not want to, the eyes of the servants dropped her husband's pride.

If indeed her husband's house never gets a woman's touch. So, he himself will change the atmosphere into a home for the family. It is not just a building of bricks. As a form of gratitude. The first dinner that will become history begins with a prayer led directly by the host.

After working for years. Today, he could hear Rey's voice again. Although the food menu feels foreign on some servant tongues. Still, they enjoy. Moreover, without shame Rey was busy plucking food from his wife's plate.

The behavior of eleven twelve with small children to make Asthma can only resign. Every time I take a slice of pizza. Then it will be split into two again, and so on with other food menus. A snack? Well let's just say it's full to see her greedy husband eat so much.

"Bro, are you starving or starving?" Sindir Bagas, but not care Rey who still enjoys martabak results from plucking food on his wife's plate. "Hadeh, this kid. It's up to you."

"Mas, you want more?" bargain Asthma tries to distract Rey, "I want to eat chicken noodles, go out with her or myself?"

"Asma, Rey doesn't really like chicken noodles. Isn't that right, Rey?" Sahut Bagas get a chance to prank his best friend, suddenly get a sharp gaze from a man who does not expect temptation. "Did you forget, how to make noodles in the factory?"

No longer able to continue the last meal. It could be, in a moment full of warmth. That one guy, actually talking about noodles from the factory? His appetite disappeared instantly. The change in the face of the husband, making Asma frowned not understand. What's in the noodle factory?

"I'll eat anything else, chicken noodles can do for you." Rey replied resignedly, without him noticing, Bagas held back his laughter.

Didn't Rey see the phone she used to order food? All the menus tonight, ordered from one restaurant that can be guaranteed cleanliness and also natural raw materials without any mixture of chemicals. Therefore, the total of the bookings reached millions. Somehow Asthma can find the best cafe recommendations around their home region.

I don't want to waste the opportunity to enjoy my favorite food. Asthma takes a bowl, then pours a packet of chicken noodles that are still warm because they are wrapped in a special place. The fragrant aroma teases gently the noodles, abundant meat toppings. It's appetizing. One bribe tries to enjoy the texture, taste, tenderness of the meat and the thickness of the gravy.

Delicious taste with spices that are so pas takaran. No salinity, no pungent ginger aroma. Although eating without sambel, it is still delicious. However, chicken noodles without a spicy taste? There is still less. Taken a medium bowl full of bright red teases. One spoon, up to four spoonfuls perfectly covered the bowl of chicken noodles.

Without feeling patient, his hands were busy mixing chicken noodles together with sambal so that the taste could blend, but just wanted to try. There's already a hand stopping his first feed, "Mas, what's up? The noodles are good, take my hand off."

"Replace the noodles!" Rey shifted Astma's bowl in front of her, how could she just get out of the hospital. Precisely want to eat chicken noodles with sambal sauce whose aroma alone is fierce. "This noodle, too spicy. You ...,"