31 Days
My wife is too Weird

...Nana is strange and mysterious....

...Just imagine, no matter how hard I was being rude to her, she was always smiling sweetly....

...It was as if he lacked emotion and sensitivity....

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Today is the first anniversary of married couples matchmaking. Nana and Farel came from a high-class family. In order to expand the throne and the business empire, they must be together in marriage.

The morning before Farel left for work, Nana served traditional dishes. Rice cone tumpeng with a variety of decorations that are quite beautiful.

"You're tired of waking up at dawn to make food not clear rich gini?" farel asked with a ketus.

Nana smiled widely, she did not show a sad or upset face. There she looks more and more patient facing her fussy husband.

"Try Rail first, surely rice tumpeng is very good. I asked for this recipe from Surti's mother," Nana replied while busy taking care of the dining table.

"Surti's mother? the woman who likes to sell gado gado?" farel asked, annoyed.

"Yes Rail, Tumben inget same neighbor of our house," said Nana casually.

"I don't like you mingling with people who aren't obviously rich. You are rich and educated. Stay away from them, remember that!" threaten Farel's.

Nana could only smile faintly, she completely ignored all Farel's nagging. He continued to be gentle and not fight the anger of the husband.

"It's ready, let's eat. Farel's first Happy Anniversary" Nana muttered as she put a spoon in her mouth.

Farel was still silent, he did not touch the rice cone at all. His mind was too busy to judge his wife's attitude.

In addition to strange, Farel considered if his wife always acted misguided as a rich man. One of them he prefers to live in a densely populated environment, rather than having to live in an elite housing.

Nana is too friendly and likes to hang out with people around. He is familiar with anyone, from the gado gado, the base ojeg, the mother of a hobby huddle mother, to the debt collector he was close.

To be honest, Farel was so fed up with his wife. He just wanted his wife to behave like a rich man in general. Nana should be elegant and dignified, not cheap like that.

Nana is far away from the girlfriends she knows. He does not like to join socialite, he does not like the way out of the country even he does not have branded clothes.

She just likes to stay at home, she just likes to play the role of an innocent and weak wife. Most strange to Farel, he never got angry or retaliated against his evil behavior at all.

"Rel, ko daydreaming anyway, let dong eat," said Nana softly. Sontak resuscitated Farel's reverie that continues to pensive.

"I don't taste it, this food is so disgusting. I'd better get to work" said Farel, rushing up from his chair and walking out of the house.

With a shocked look, Nana then immediately followed her husband. He also ran to the car garage.

****

In the car there was Nana who was sitting next to the driver's seat. When Farel escapes from the dining table, Nana insists on going to the office together.

Nana's goal is none other than to distribute rice tumpeng to all colleagues in the office. All she wanted to see was how her husband had been working.

In the car, Nana cheerfully sang dangdut music from the radio channel. Her agile voice swayed and her voice warped like a Pantura's midwife.

The noise and shrill voice suddenly made Farel's mood added Ancur. Nana's behavior never calmed her down in the slightest. He's a very bar bar and can't be arranged.

Irritated, Farel immediately turned off the radio channel. He glanced at Nana sharply because it had disturbed his concentration in driving.

"We need to talk to Na" Farel said agitatedly.

"What the hell is a Rail, it's good to stop, instead" grumbled spoiled Nana.

"We'd better get divorced" murmured Farel with a flat face.

"Divorce?" nana asked confusedly.

"I want to end our marriage."

"Well Farel could have joked it," Nana replied with a giggling laugh.

"This is serious Na! I'm sick of you. I can't stand your attitude that is always strange and embarrassing, it can not be a day just don't make me dizzy!" Farel explained all those reasons in anger.

Suddenly Nana began to shut up, no more movements or typical Nana babble. They are busy and busy with each other.

Until the car drove off with no focus

An old geezer carrying a junkyard was almost run over by them.

"Rel. beware." cried Nana loudly. Farel immediately stepped on the brakes forcefully.

Fortunately, the old man was not hit. He's still in good shape. Seeing the old man still standing in fear, Nana got out of the car.

He immediately approached the grandfather who worked as a scavenger of used goods. Nana started picking up one by one the little old stuff that fell down. He even helped the grandfather to stand up straighter.

"Grandpa don't, do you?" nana asked very worriedly.

"Grandfather is fine, son, thank you for helping grandfather," replied the grandfather with a thin smile and narrowed eyes.

Unexpectedly the grandfather also touched Nana's shoulder gently. He developed that smile again.

"Thank you again for being beautiful" said the grandfather very kindly.

Nana was still staring, her eyes began to glance at the grandfather's right hand which was still attached to his shoulder.

This time she did not respond to anything, Nana was too focused on the wrinkled hands of the grandfather. He remained silent for a long time, until he finally smiled faintly.

****

"Welcome to the post of Mr. Farel.." shouted the office co-worker with a compact. They are giving a small surprise to his boss who has received a promotion from the company.

Blow the small candle on the cake, Farel immediately changed the look of his face to be happy. The feeling of annoyance since this morning suddenly disappeared.

Now that the Presidency room is already his, the magnificent and large space is transformed into an impromptu party place. Catering from French restaurants, professional chef service and super rare wine.

Farel was sculpting, he was furious to see Nana coming to ruin the atmosphere. He was always reckless and shameless.

"Well, there's a lot of people here! It turns out to be true, said your security guard again in the Presdir room," said Nana vibrating the entire room.

With a hasty move, Nana approached Farel. He then put two black plastic rice tumpeng it on the work table.

"Rel, there's a surprise here, who's having a birthday?" asked Nana innocently.

"Emang mother is not told to know the same Mr Farel, if he has been promoted to the office?" chirps Dominic, sexy secretary Farel.

"Well, congratulations Farel! Kereeen was really," Nana replied cheerfully and excitedly.

Hearing Nana's innocent reaction and looking very stupid. Then he was finally laughed at quietly by the entire office.

The office co-workers did not like the President's wife very much. There was a lot of jealousy towards Nana. In addition to being born into a wealthy family, they felt that Nana did not deserve a husband like Farel.

"Oh yes, what a coincidence, I'm here to stop by for rice tumpeng love," said Nana excitedly.

All of a sudden was silent and not wrinkled, when Nana took out a lot of small rice boxes. Instantly the distinctive smell of rice tumpeng began to sting the entire room.

The smell of tempe orek, eggplant, sambal terasi mixed into one. Then the elite workers even covered their noses arrogantly.

"Sorry ma'am, the food smells bad, we don't taste. Didn't you see? We've ordered a lot of French food" Dominic said boldly.

"Ahh. sorry, sorry," replied Nana with a shy face. He immediately tidied up the rice box and put it in the crackle again.

Seeing that Nana had humiliated her pride, Farel could not bear it. Even he did not care if his wife was just humiliated.

"You'd better go" Farel said.

"But this is still a lot of rice tumpengnya," replied Nana a little insistent.

"Aren't you horrified? The rice stinks, they don't eat rich Na, you know nothing!" jolted Farel furiously.

Nana finally fell silent, she looked down. There was no crying, but only a disappointed face. But here's Nana, she's always giving up and not fighting back.

"I go home first yes, I wait at home" Nana said with a sincere smile.

He finally left the President's office. He left the crowd and the welcoming party of the new President.

Nana accepts the expulsion of her own husband with a stern. The company actually belonged to his father.

Shamed and limp, Nana continued to carry two large plastic bags. Looking empty and empty, Nana realized that her presence was not expected by anyone.

****

Late at night Farel could just get home from the office. His head was a little dizzy from the influence of alcohol. Before that, he had gathered with his friends at a bar.

He drove the car a little tired and sleepy. After the car entered the neighborhood, he saw a large crowd of people crowded the landfill.

At first Farel was not interested, but when many police cars surrounded the place. He started to pull the car over. Curiously, he also joined the crowd in the crowd.

Many people started whispering and gossiping. Farel could hear their chatter if there was an old grandfather who died strangely.

No doubt Farel's eyes increasingly want to see the object of gosipan residents. Farel saw that there was an old wagon splashed with a lot of fresh red d*rah.

Inside the junkyard was a m*yat grandfather who was lying stiff. His eyes were tightly closed, his skin color was deathly pale and the right palm was shattered.

Farel got closer, he wanted to know grandfather's face more clearly. How shocked Farel was, if the face of the grandfather was similar to the grandfather who was almost hit by his car.

Seeing such a terrible event before his eyes. Farel quickly left the crowd at the scene of the murder.

Farel's instincts strongly believe that grandfather was the victim of a crime. It is clear from the many splashes of d*rah that come out. There did not seem to exist without a fight, this was like a very sudden brutal attack.

He was even still goosebumps, as he kept remembering the shattered right hand of m*yat. A layer of human flesh torn apart.

****

Arriving at home, Farel immediately rushed into the living room. He found the wife was busy with a lot of strange things and quite smelly.

Seeing that her husband had come home, Nana smiled broadly at Farel. She stood up and quickly helped take off her husband's jacket.

"Co just got home anyway?" ask Nana sumringah.

"Is that important to you?" reply Farel with cuek.

Farel then laid his body on the sofa, he stretched all the fatigue that felt excruciating. Then he again saw Nana, the woman was again cool with the activities that always upset him.

His wife was collecting used plastic bottles, piles of cardboard and lots of colorful straws strewn about.

"What else is this time Na? Why are there so many old things in our house?" farel asked with a huff.

Nana then turned her body, she was cutting the plastic bottle with large scissors.

"This is the name of used craft, useful also for making unique containers," said Nana while continuing to focus on plastic bottles.

Hearing the word used, Farel so remember the incident earlier. His mind reopened the memory of the old scavenger grandfather's corpse.

"We should be careful, our home environment is not safe" said Farel seriously.

"What's not safe?" asked Nana curiously.

Farel chose not to tell the truth. He doesn't want to scare Nana if there's been a murder in this neighborhood.

It was just that he was quite curious, from where did he get all this secondhand stuff. Because as far as Farel knows, his wife does not collect used goods.

"Where did you get all this junk?" farel asked a little indifferently.

"Where do you think you're from?" nana asked back with a faint smile.