Berondong Keborangan My Wife
Artificial Fried Rice Intana

Relieved that Samsul that night, his wife did not suspect the slightest of Intana.

The three of them ate together that night. Intana was happy to see her ex's household. Beautiful wife and smart cooking.

If only his household were as happy as Samsul. Perhaps that night she could breathe a sigh of relief beside her husband. But the truth is heartbreaking. There is no happiness in getting it. Just the tears that Toro gives every day.

Intana was happy to see Samsul happy. He will never again disturb Samsul's household. After the situation calms down. He's going to leave that house.

"Oiya. From earlier Mama forgot Pa," said Mila immediately made Samsul and Intana stop the food they chewed.

"What's the matter Ma?" samsul said while shrinking the sweat from earlier did not stop dripping because it held the ongoing tension.

"Mama hasn't introduced herself yet. Siti, my name is Mila" said Mila smiling kindly at Intana.

Intana nodded several times in response to his words.

"That's just Pa, all Mama wants to say."

Both of Samsul's eyeballs twisted. His face did not dare to look at his wife's face. I don't know when he should hold that tension. Intana at her house. Samsul's sweat drained a little bit that night.

Every now and then Mila steals a look watching Intana. Even with a negligee. That woman is still beautiful. Especially that night. Intana gritted her long wavy hair, making anyone who looked at her would drown far away due to her charming beauty.

"Pa. Tomorrow Mama has an event at the gymnastics venue. Mom was home the most afternoon. If Papa wants to eat just buy it, rice Padang all Siti buyin. It's rich tomorrow Mama didn't have time to cook anyway" Mila said as she tidied up the dishes at the dinner table. Intana helped him.

"What the hell is Ma. Mama's feelings since Papa's leave are rarely at home, always just to the gymnastics!" reprimand Samsul.

Intana who was washing dishes began to be disturbed by the words of Samsul.

"Tomorrow morning Papa will go to the place where Mr. Vishnu deliver the file, a moment also go home," replied Samsul as he walked into the room.

Mila then approached Intana who was washing dishes.

"Udah Sit. Let Mama wash the dishes."

"Udah mbak. It's an easy job, so let me do it, ohiya. Tomorrow if you want to leave. Let me cook," bargained Intana later.

"Ah so not good, indeed Siti can cook?" ask Mila. That's what Mila wanted. With Siti at home, she is free to meet Deni at any time. No need to bother cooking if you come home from Deni's contract. Let Siti do the homework. She is her husband's brother. If only her husband had given her nowhere to stay. Where else did he go.

Mila's mind began to wander. It was also good that Siti was at her house. The woman could help her homework a little. No need to bother finding a maid. Moreover, it is pregnant. Siti can ease her work a little.

Beres washing dishes. Intana went into her room to rest. She had been feeling tired since her husband had chased her. Luckily he met Samsul on the road. If no. Somehow his fate is now.

Intana immediately laid her body on the bed. His eyes were straight up staring at the sky of the room. He is close to Samsul.

On the other side. Mila and Samsul are getting ready for bed. Although actually Samsul's heart is still worried about the condition of Intana.

"Pa," said Mila realized the daydreams of Samsul at that time.

"Yes Ma, what the hell is Ma?"

"But! Papa every time I ask, he replied richly surprised so? What the hell is Pa? Must be Papa's worried about Siti, huh?"

"Udahlah Pa's. Don't think too much of him. Mom is happy, she lives here. You're kind of Pa, you can help me at home." Mila cut the conversation.

Samsul gasped in surprise, then looked at his wife's astonishment.

"What's? What did Mama say? Is she a maid?" samsul in front of Mila.

Of course Mila was surprised not to see the change in her husband's attitude.

"Oh my goodness Pa. Why is emotion so. Who says Mama thinks she's a maid, Papa don't misunderstand that," said Mila while putting a wry face on Samsul.

Samsul was silent to the words of his wife. He is not willing if Intana is treated like a maid in his house. And if that happens, he will reprimand his wife. Intana was a part of his life before. She had suffered greatly because of her husband. And Samsul does not want to add any more injuries to the woman of his past.

"The shop you should be nice to Siti. He's Papa's brother. Watch out if you dare to offend him," he said.

"Waduh Pa's. So unfortunately Papa is the same Siti. Mama hasn't told him yet. Papa had already burned his beard so," Mila replied with a smile on her lips.

"Udah Ma's. We go to bed, tomorrow morning Papa must go to the house of Mr. Vishnu!"

Then Samsul enveloped his body with a blanket while turning his back to Mila who was still leaning on the head of the bed.

Her lips pursed her husband's attitude.

***

Next morning. Intana was busy in the kitchen. That morning with a potluck in the fridge. He prepared it and cooked it for breakfast Samsul. Because as far as. That morning Samsul will go to see Mr. Vishnu.

"Intana ... What are you doing? You don't have to bother so, my wife will soon wake up."

"Just let Beb, ups, I mean Mas Samsul," Intana said laughing amusedly as she covered her mouth with both hands.

"Cautious Intana. Do not let my wife suspect, I love my wife so much . "samsul said with sparkling eyes.

Intana looked at him deeply. Mila is very lucky to have a husband as good as Samsul.

"Let's have breakfast first. This morning I made some fried rice. But don't know if it tastes or not with your tongue, but I think it's delicious," Intana tasted while serving a plate of fried rice on the table.

"Intana I told you. You don't have to bother. Let Mila do it all. You're our guest, it's not nice for guests to behave like that, I'm so bad."

"Ah. You are Mas. Let's just eat, I've cape-cooked, ah!" intana said with a wry face.

Samsul shook his head faintly. Intana hasn't changed since. Stubborn and a little haughty.

Because Intana is forcing. Finally Samsul sat down on the dining table chair. And greedily eat fried rice made by Intana. While Intana stood behind him by draping her hands behind her.

Intana glanced at the wall clock. Time has moved at eight in the morning, but Mila is not yet awake. Samsul is leaving soon.

"Mas. I woke up your wife, huh?" tegur Intana spoke bowed. His face almost touched Samsul's face. Make Samsul move away.

"Eh, uh. No need, in a moment he woke up," said Samsul wave because nervous.