
"Ma, buy rice wrap yuk to Bu Heni's shop" asked Pak Prima to Rama. While Nanda was left alone to enjoy the cool breeze around the corn field Pak Ratmo.
"Hayuk" said Rama. "Gais, I'm the same Mr. Prima wants to buy food, you want to pesen side dish what?" rama shouted, but no one answered. "It's the side dish in samain aja" he shouted again because he did not get any response from his friend.
Rama and Prima went to Bu Heni's shop. They left without telling Nanda. While Nanda is now looking for 2 adult men around the cottage but there is only Ratih there.
"Just where did Mr. Prima go, Tih?" ask Nanda.
"Go buy rice wrap, Mas" replied Ratih while sitting staring at the stretch of corn trees in front of him.
"Oh that". Nanda finally sat his body 1 meter away from Ratih. There was a feeling of anxiety when Nanda was just alone in this cottage with Ratih. However, want to catch up with Dinda also do not know where. There was no answer on the call.
"So you're going back to town tomorrow huh, Mas?" ask Ratih.
"Yes, Tih. The business here is done" replied Nanda.
"What business?" ask Ratih.
"Taking care of Feza's move" replied Nanda soberly.
"It's that, Mas ... Can I be honest, right?". Ratih also changed his sitting position facing Nanda. Nanda was shocked by what Ratih was doing. He also wondered what the woman wanted to say. Ratih looked at Nanda's face, but Nanda did not look back at him. The atmosphere became silent for a moment before Ratih finally started to open his voice.
"I'm so glad you came to this village. You helped the citizens a lot and you also want to be my friend even if it's only been a few days. I'm really sad when you guys leave. And most sadly, when you know you already have a wife". Ratih continued to stare intensely at Nanda, until Nanda finally looked back at him.
"I like you, Mom. You have a lot in common with my late husband. By looking at you, I am happy. Because it can reduce the longing for my husband. If only you had no wife, I would ask God to let you be the father Windu continued". Ratih disconnects the gaze between him and Nanda. Feeling bitter in his heart because Nanda was just silent and embarrassed because he had put his taste in the wrong person made him no longer dare to continue his words. While Nanda's attitude was only silent, making him feel even more rejected.
"Oh, you're a good woman. You can be a great mother even without the support of your husband. Which man is not impressed by your skill that is good at taking care of children and -"
Clacking
"Arrgg" complained Nanda as his shins fell victim to a corn throw by his own wife. And it's also surprising why suddenly his wife was here. He didn't even hear footsteps, so when did his wife arrive.
Dinda heard all the conversations and even complimented her husband on the woman named Ratih. To the extent that he could no longer resist his frustration and nimbly pulled the corn from his tree and walked closer to the 2 people. And threw hard the corn at her husband.
"So, this is why you don't believe me. Because you have a taste for him, too. Da?". Dinda approached her husband
"Darling, I don't swear. In my explanation" Nanda moved from her seat and held Dinda's arms so that Dinda could hear her explanation.
"What good am I to hear of your explanation? You don't even trust your own wife. You should know, if I never accuse you. Now it's proven that I'm actually saying, right? Which cannot be trusted by you". Dinda smashed Nanda's rough hand and left the corn garden. Nanda is also going after his wife.
"I'm sorry, I made you fight" said Ratih guiltily over the quarrel he caused.
"Yes, Tih. I'll go first". Nanda ran to the office house. He sure must be his wife back there. Do not let Dinda to the wrong place, later fate as Rama at that time.
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At the door of Feza's room, he heard nothing. Nanda opened the door slowly.
He saw that Dinda was putting all her clothes in a suitcase just like that. The woman had no intention of concealing her frustration as she had with her husband.
Nanda came in, then grabbed Dinda's hand. "Darling, are you angry?"
What kind of stupid question is this? How could God love me be this insensitive man? Oh my God, if there's a guarantee I'm asking for a change.
"Honey, answered dong" whined Nanda still with his insensitivity.
Dinda stopped by putting clothes in her suitcase. Breathe in, then throw it away.
"So, I'm not angry. Not angry at all. Why is it angry, not necessarily you will be sensitive" replied Dinda with explosive emotions.
"Yes yes, I know you're angry. But what am I wrong? Wrong for not believing in you?"
"That's one" answered Dinda briefly.
"Darling you said he liked me but there was no proof, and I felt he was mediocre. He finally found out for myself I just found out. Am I the wrong one?" nanda asked which made Dinda almost out of words.
Yeah, almost. Because women always have powerful sentences to debate their interlocutors. Because women are more chatty creatures than men.
Plus, according to a study in the United States said that in a day women are able to speak up to 20 thousand words, while men only 7 thousand words. Can't it be?
"That's wrong. Where does your trust make me? I am your wife. If you trust someone more than me, what is the point of me being your wife?"
"Sorry baby, I can guarantee this is the last time I won't hear you. In the future I continue to beat you. I love you, muach muach muach" Nanda continued to kiss his wife's hands until Dinda fell down and put a smile back on her pretty face.
"Yee, my wife is no longer angry" he cheered happily. If only this incident was witnessed by the members of the police subordinates, it collapsed already image Nanda as a policeman and tough man.
"Here I help get out his clothes" said Nanda nge-baikin his wife.
"Don't do it, tomorrow will also go home" prevent Dinda.
After the debate, and also because of the possible conditions. Nanda finally gets her rights as a husband. No matter the fate of his friends who now hear sigh@n favors 2 people from outside the room.
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