Being Married to My First Love
Season2. The guest left
A few days passed, Mira began to get used to her activities as a wife. Every morning Mira woke up early, even though she was not praying. After the dawn prayer Dipa they did jogging together. It became the new bride's routine. Because, the morning air that has not been polluted is a very good time to exercise.
The atmosphere in Yogyakarta that is adem ayem makes him fascinated by its natural beauty. During the jog Dipa brought Mira to pass the cool and soothing rural route. Mira felt something else she had never felt during her stay in the metropolitan capital that had more towering high-rise buildings than her natural panorama.
When walking in rural areas, they join hands while looking at the beautiful natural panorama that can refresh the brain from the noise of activity in urban areas.walking through the cool rice fields, which is cool, the river is clear flowing water, and meets the friendly villagers. They will bow their heads while smiling even though they do not know each other.
"In, I'm starting to feel at home living here!" said Mira while straightening his legs that began to feel sore after a kilo of walking.
Dipa and Mira rest in a dugout in the middle of a rice field that only holds straw and is covered in shabby mats on bamboo pieces that are arranged regularly. The breeze in the morning adds a soothing atmosphere for anyone who stops by.
A few days ago they agreed to call each other by their favorite names. Mira calls Dipa 'Didi' and Dipa calls Mira 'Mimi'.
"Yes, Mi. That's why I'd rather live here than in Jakarta. Here the atmosphere is comfortable and cool," said Dipa who sat next to his wife.
"In, you don't want to make sure I'm on vacation so you're still on vacation?" ask Mira who is starting to feel bored at home.
"Oiya, can you. Do you want to go to entertainment, the beach, or to happy places for your nengokin sodara?" dipa said with a joke.
"It's fun when I'm a zoo, right?" tanya Mira who smelled bad smells from her husband's words.
"Hahaha .. hundred make Mimi the unyu!" dipa said while sticking out his wife's cheek.
"Huh, but I really don't want to, because surely Didi want a reunion with his friends, right?" mira replied to her husband's taunts.
"Ihh, the lips of the pinter lemes are so amazing!" dipa said while embracing Mira's shoulder and hugging her tightly.
"Emh, the smell of acem! I like to be fitted!" mira said as Dipa covered her face with her other arm.
"Hehehe, are we both acem. Oh yeah, I have an idea to take you somewhere near the mall!" said Dipa who immediately got a good idea to invite his wife to come somewhere.
"Where?" ask Mira quickly.
"Consecret! hehehe .. ntar malem I pointed out, you must like it!" said Dipa who made Mira became curious.
Suddenly there was a man approaching the hut they were in. The father had his feet and hands full of mud and had a caping on his head.
"Mas, Ma'am, ngapunten .. , yen courtship geez teng mriki, mangke ndak in grebek wargo deso!" scold the father politely.
(Mas, Ma'am, sorry .., if dating is not here, later it can be in the grumpy village!)
"Corn, Sir. Mature newun!" dipa said thank you for being warned. (Yes, Sir. Thank you!)
Mira who does not know what it means to just smile as gently as possible at the fathers while nodding her head.
After that the fathers went away with two friends who had been waiting on the edge of the rice field.
"Didi, what did you just say?" asked the curious Mira to know.
"You don't understand the smell of mangosteen!" said Dipa who corrected Mira's actions just now.
"And I'm trying to be friendly with the parents too! besides, I was talking very polite, you know!" said Mira assess what was caught from the behavior of the father.
"This is wrong, Javanese people do say soft words, even gently reprimanding too!" dipa.
"What does the word he just said mean?" mira asked increasingly curious.
"Geez, why did you just take it for granted, Di. You should have said dong was the same father earlier, if we were husband and wife. His father misunderstood me!" mira.
"Leave it, a lesson for us, so we do not easily misjudge others and also do not easily believe in someone, because what looks good is not necessarily good, because what looks good is not necessarily good, and what we see as bad isn't necessarily bad!" dipa.
Mira was silent thinking about her husband's words.
Geez, talking at length makes me dizzy anyway! au ah diiyain! murmured Mira inwardly then went down from the hut and stepped away following her husband. The two continued their journey home.
After jogging, Mira cooks for breakfast. Mira tried from a simple recipe she got from the internet. Of course not directly tasty on the tongue ranging from salty, charred, and tasteless without taste. However, Dipa mempermumi and sometimes remain in the meal as long as it is still edible and not dangerous to consume.
Dipa tried to appreciate the efforts of his wife who had tried to serve food for him, even though it sometimes did not taste bad. Mira does not necessarily force her cooking to eat if it tastes very bad.
Like this afternoon Mira is frying chicken meat, while cutting vegetables simultaneously. After soaking the chicken meat on marination seasoning, and putting a few pieces on the pan, he started cutting the vegetables. Mira is too focused on her vegetables to miss out on flipping her chicken.
"Astaghfiullah! chicken's charred!" his throat when his fried chicken began to blacken on part of his side.
"Why, Mi?" tanya Dipa who smelled the smell of the sky from the direction of the kitchen.
"Hehehe .. The chicken is charred! I was too focused on vegetables so forgetfulness to turn the fried chicken ...," said Mira Lirih felt embarrassed.
"Ohh, it's okay. Let's order a delivery order then, for lunch!" dipa gave me an idea.
The two understand each other, so the problem is solved easily, "Once in a while ordering food through a delivery order is okay, Kan!" dipa said to his wife to keep his wife's feelings from getting discouraged and discouraged.
"Sorry, yes, Di?" mira said grimly.
Dipa covered his wife's chin and lifted her up to look at him. "It's okay, Mimi. Try focusing on one first tomorrow! or let's try cooking together, okay!" said Dipa while the head of his wife who did not wear hijab when they were alone in the house.
Mira smiled at Dipa. She was so grateful Dipa could understand her flaws.
🎶 Allahuakbar ... Allahuahbaik ... Allahuahbar.
Suddenly there was the voice of Adhan Maghrib.
Dipa went to the toilet to take ablution, after which she left for the mosque.
"Mimi, I'm going to the mosque first, yeah! assalamu'alaikum," cried Dipa while opening the main door of the house and was not seen again.
"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied Mira then immediately headed for the bathroom.
A while passed, and Dipa had returned home from the mosque.
Chequek!
Dipa opened the door and was stunned when she saw the scene inside the room after the door opened. He saw Mira who had just finished her prayers.
"Sa-honey .. The guest is really gone?" ask Dipa while hugging the body of his wife who is still wrapped in mucus.
Mira reviews the smile, then nods steadily.
"Yes! then we won't leave tonight. Let's just delay tomorrow!" dipa said with excitement.
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