After Talak Tiga
Without a First Night

After dinner, it was time for Ibra and Mita to return to their rooms.

"Mas, Mita used her pillow one yes, for Mita to sleep on this sofa," said Mita while taking her pillow and blanket. Then Mita tata on the big sofa that is in her room to be used as a bed.

Ibra who saw Mita like that, just stay still while looking at her casually and immediately throw herself into the king-size bed.

"Mita, you do the sofa, you want to sleep on the sofa," said Ibra who was surprised by the behavior of Mita, the wife she just married.

"Yes Mas, we only have one mattress, fearing it will even disturb Mas's sleep again Mita," replied Mita who looks shy with Ibra, making Ibra laugh out loud while shaking her head.

"Bas stupid, this bed is very spacious, can fit up to five or six people, so how much you bother me, except for you," he stopped his words and then glanced at Mita from top to bottom.

So as to make Mita directly cover her entire body, what else is the part that looks protruding forward that had been the attention of Ibra.

"Mas, don't mess around, the first night is not on the agenda of our marriage contract" said Mita fearfully.

"Ck, who would want to be with your plywood body, I just glanced at it because I was surprised why there was this skinny woman like you, there must be no man who would come near you" Ibra said, causing Mita to throw her pillow inadvertently at Ibra.

"Just you say yes Mas, my body is fit, body like a Spanish guitar gini kok practically kempeng!" angry Mita and after that took back the pillow that she threw into Ibra's face and immediately rushed to sleep to the side of the bed that was next to Ibra.

"Yes, it means tonight without the first night, huh yeah I have to go to bed too," ibra said slowly while regretting his words that made Mita became angry and eventually failed to do the first night. Though Ibra had thought carefully to persuade Mita to do the first night with him. However, because his words crossed the line, finally made Ibra undo his intentions.

The next morning, Mita had woken up first and immediately prepared some Ibra supplies and then just started cooking for breakfast.

"In the refrigerator there is only meat and vegetable kale, I better make kale cak with fried chicken only, so it is practical as well," mumble Mita slowly who then starts cutting vegetables and concocting kitchen spices that she will use into her cooking.

While Mita is cooking food for breakfast, it is different with Ibra who currently still sleeps beautifully on her mattress.

Although the alarm repeatedly sounded, but Ibra still did not wake up from his sleep. Whether made of what Ibra's ears to the alarm that was nearby was not able to wake his sleep.

Until the alarm repeatedly sounded, then Ibra opened his eyes.

"Duh, damn alarm, why from earlier did not stop the sound anyway," upset Ibra and immediately slammed his alarm to make the contents in the alarm splattered.

After Ibra got the noise from her alarm, Ibra tried to rush down from her bed and was about to go down because she smelled something that moved her taste.

"Hmm, the smell of good cooking, what the maids are cooking it," muttered Ibra who thought the maid or maid was cooking it and walked straight to the kitchen.

After arriving in the kitchen, Ibra saw for herself that the cook was the wife, Mita. With painstaking, Mita began to scratch her spatula into a skillet that contained kale which she would later make into a kale chak. Meanwhile, on the other hand Mita also fries hot chicken, so that now both hands work with each separate pan.

"A unique woman, I've only seen a woman who cooks with two pans at once, it seems good that if she's a master chef, she must be the strongest candidate to win," ibra said slowly and approached Mita who was still cooking.

"Mas, you are doing here anyway," said Mita who was shocked because suddenly Ibra came to him.

"But I haven't finished cooking, wait fifteen minutes."

"For a long time, I might starve to death if you take too long to cook it" Ibra said slowly, causing Mita to shake her head.

"Mas, where there are people who die if only holding hunger for fifteen minutes, it's there you wait in the dining room, then I will also put this cooking on the dining table," throw Mita out who made Ibra snort annoyed.

"Just starting to approach, uh instead he threw me out," Ibra murmured, but still obeyed Mita's words to wait at the dinner table.

While waiting for Mita's cooking to mature, Ibra then worked on several important documents in cooperation with other companies. Until unconsciously a few minutes later, Ibra again smelled the aroma of Mita cooking that had begun to be presented at her dining table.

"Huh, I can finally eat too," inner Ibra and immediately took the rice along with the kale chak that had been cooked by Mita.

Mita who saw Ibra was so impatient, could only shake her head at once put the cooked Kalasan fried chicken.

"Mas ... Mas, kayak never eat for one week only you, to the extent that it does not wait for me first," quipped Mita, but Ibra just put his ear down and still continue eating.

On the sidelines of Ibra eating, he was not ashamed to praise Mita cuisine that did taste good on his tongue.

"It turns out your cooking is good too, if it's like this later in the afternoon it seems like you can come to my office and bring food for me to have lunch!" ibra's orders.

"Well, but in your office there is a cafeteria Mas, why not eat in the canteen, than I've gone all the way to deliver provisions for you." Reject Mita.

"Have not defied the orders of my own husband, if I say bring it, do not complain."

"Yes already, I will bring you provisions every day," Mita replied with force and then continued eating again.

After breakfast, Ibra immediately prepared to rush to his office, while Mita also rushed to prepare Ibra's clothes.

"Mas, all your clothes have been prepared, yes, now I want to relax first" cried Mita from the direction of the living room.

"Yes I have also used, oh yes greetings first," replied Ibra and after thrusting his hand to Mita.

"Well, what is Mas?" ask Mita wonder.

"Yes greetings to your own husband, just insensitive."

"Oh yes," replied Mita and immediately salim Ibra's hand.

" Yes, I'm going first." Ibra said and before Ibra left, he stole the opportunity to kiss Mita's forehead and immediately rushed to work.