Aksara For Arsyilla
Shopping Together
First breakfast for Aksara and Arsyilla in her apartment. If Arsyilla's face is red for holding back emotions. However, from earlier Aksara actually looked smiling. His pity of flirting with his own wife actually makes the man happy. Paying attention to the look of Arsyilla's face that alternated from frowning, upset, to indifferent in fact it was encouraging for Aksara.
In silence, while chewing the yellow rice brought by Mother Kanaya, she also stole a glance at Arsyilla who was sitting in front of her.
As soon as breakfast was over, Arsyilla chose to leave the dining table. He immediately washed the tableware he had previously used. Not even Arsyilla finished washing her cutlery, Aksara had already caught up and was now standing behind her. The man immediately grabbed the lemon-scented sponge and dish soap, his hands moving right in front of Arsyilla's body. It was as if the man was holding Arsyilla from behind.
“Any intention,” said Arsyilla while trying to maintain his body so as not to stick to Aksara.
Unfortunately her husband was just nosy, and increasingly close his body to Arsyilla.
“I just washed the dishes, not accidentally,” sahutnya while rinsing dishes, spoons, forks, and a ceramic cup under a splash of water faucets in the sink.
“Do not need to stick too times,” said Arsyilla with ketus. For her, only her husband's wits deliberately stick to her.
Aksara actually laughs, “Nempel is also okay ya already halal. It is officially mine,” reply Aksara as if this time the man confirmed that Arsyilla is officially his and he has the right to stick to his own wife.
When Aksara was finished with washing his cutlery, it seems that the man actually lingered on washing his hands.
“Buruan no hell, move aside. I want to go through,” said Arsyilla again who this time trying to escape the body of her husband.
“Shortly, soon. Why the hell do be in love with your own husband anyway like that?” aksara asked as she advanced her face, until the side of her face almost stuck to Arsyilla's face.
Feeling that her husband was in a prank mode, Arsyilla slowly moved back, pushing Aksara's body with her back, after which she slightly lowered her body as well apart from the hands of the Aksara.
Ah, it feels relieved. Adjacent to Aksara, which is actually making his blood pressure rise.
“Experiently anyway, beware yes.” Arsyilla had her eyes fixed on Aksara who still liked to play around with water there. Afterwards, Arsyilla chose to go into her room.
Once inside her room, the woman lay there on her stomach and one hand hit a pillow that was actually innocent of nothing. However, Arsyilla hit the pillow to vent her anger, emotions, and annoyance to her own husband.
Really intentional. Look for opportunities in a tight fit.
All Arsyilla can do now is grumble. If Arsyilla was previously a grateful figure, but no 24 hours have passed since her marriage, Arsyilla actually turned into a figure who often grumbled.
For Arsyilla this time, marrying Aksara was like bringing peace into her life to pass by. All that remains is the feeling of abiding and self-defeating. Not to mention with the attitude of the characters who were too visible approached him, increasingly making him grumble. If she can, she wants to go back to Mama Khaira and Papa Radit's house. I don't want to live with her husband.
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By afternoon …
During the day, Arsyilla decided to lock herself in her room. Not dealing with characters. Dealing with the character actually makes it careless and also wants to continue to worry.
“Hei Arsyilla, out .. let's go grocery shopping. I wait five minutes,” Aksara said from outside Arsyilla's room.
In that apartment they only lived together, so it was certain that Arsyilla would hear his voice.
From inside her room Arsyilla listened to her, so she immediately stood up to change her clothes and also a little berias. Almost five minutes passed, finally Arsyilla came out of her room with limited wearing jeans and t-shirts, her face was also decorated with a little makeup and pink lip dye.
“Ayo,” said Arsyilla while standing at the door of her room. While on the side of the door was also Aksara who was ready and waiting for Arsyilla.
Both of them then went out of their room. Aksara immediately took Arsyilla to a nearby supermarket from the apartment. Once he reached the supermarket, Aksara picked up a trolly and pushed him. The man followed Arsyilla who was walking in front of him, he faithfully followed while pushing the trolly.
There are several ingredients purchased by Arsyilla ranging from bath, fruit, vegetables, chicken meat, tea, instant noodles, and some other ingredients for kitchen purposes.
“We're like a happy couple not the hell?” tanya Aksara suddenly while observing each item taken Arsyilla and put into the trolly.
“No,” says Arsyilla quickly.
“Then, we look like what?” ask Aksara again.
Arsyilla also put her shoulder, “Tau,” again the woman replied with a ketus.
“Why would it be me, you carry ketus? It's different when you're teaching a class. Tau it mending to the class alone,” replied Aksara who felt his wife was so ketus, his attitude was very different when Arsyilla was teaching on campus.
Slowly Arsyilla stopped and looked at the face of the man who was also currently staring at him, “We only met on campus alone I was also even happy,” said Arsyilla.
After feeling that everything he needed was already bought, then Arsyilla was about to pay it to the cashier.
“Already, let's pay first,” he said while pulling the end of the grocery trolly.
The cashier then began scanning the items and putting them in plastic bags. Until Arsyilla took out her own debit card from her sling bag, but Aksara immediately held it and gave the debit card from her own wallet to the cashier.
“Use this only, Mbak ..” Aksara said with the surrender of his ATM card.
Looks confused the cashier also saw the face of Arsyilla and Aksara alternately, “So using an ATM card which is Kak?” ask the cashier before swiping the card.
“Use my only, Ma'am,” Reply Aksara quickly. So that the cashier returned the ATM card belonging to Arsyilla, and immediately processed the payment with ATM given Aksara, after which the cashier asked Aksara to press his pin.
In his heart Aksara smiled, he was a man in charge of his wife. Shopping for groceries and the needs of the wife with her own money actually feels very fun.