Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] Failed Products

It was a cold night, not dampening my desire to take another shower. I flushed all over under the lighted shower. Clean up any remains of seawater that may still be stuck to the surface of my skin. Fatigue also seemed to disappear along with the flow of water.

After a while, I came out wearing a kimono and a small towel on my head. I walked towards the closet, picked up a short t-shirt as well as color pants. Which I will wear when I rest.

"Darling, you want to take a shower again?" I crouched down on the edge of the bed parallel to his head.

Chaca was still unmoving, not moving one bit. I couldn't wake him up. Then I decided to lay my body down next to Chaca.

Sharing a blanket with a woman who has taken half my life. I tilted my body, looking at him closely.

"Whatever I'll do for your happiness, baby. May we continue to be together, able to go through every ordeal in our household in the future," said I slowly rubbed his head gently.

"Aamiin," he said in a hoarse voice with a smile. He tried to open his eyelids that looked so heavy.

"Why awaken? Am I bothering you? Sleep again" I said pulling him in my arms. He rubbed his back slowly.

Chaca put her cheek on my chest. He must have listened to the rumble that was in there. It can only be noisy when it is close to Chaca.

"I love you, Hubby," she kissed me on the lips.

"I love you more, Honey. Vacation first yes, you must be very tired," said I flanked his chin with my finger.

Chaca understood my point, he nodded and closed his eyes again. Tonight, there was no heat struggle going on like the night before. Even though I wanted it so much, I didn't want Chaca to be exhausted.

We slept hugging each other. Show warmth and comfort to each other. The tiredness that roared me made me fly to dreamland faster.

***

I woke up when this hand found nothing beside me. With weight, both eyelids I open and squint to clarify the vision.

It's blank! I was shocked, then sat down. Gathering all the lives that are still running in the subconscious.

After making sure my consciousness had recovered, I saw a clock stuck to the wall of the room. The short needle points at the number 1, while the long needle is located indicating the number 5.

It's still early morning. Where's Chaca?

"Darling! Where are you?" I yelled at the blanket and pulled both feet out of the bed.

"The cha! Chaca! Honey!" I screamed again while walking out.

"Yes, honey!" Sounds from downstairs.

I bent my head, looking up from the edge of the stairs while continuing down. It turns out he's in the kitchen. This move I quickly approached him.

"Why are the nights alone?" I asked when I was standing in front of him.

Chaca stood up and smiled stiffly. Both of his hands were hiding behind his back. Makes me suspicious.

"What is that, honey?" many approached.

"No! It's nothing!" her screams frantically shifted her body following my every move. Covering something behind it.

I'm getting curious about it. "Dear look, there's a flying cat!" yep, pointing to the side.

"Where? Where's?" he followed my index finger.

While I took a bowl containing instant noodles but the shape of God. This is more suitable called a pile of worms. Its expanding size becomes fatter than the normal mature noodle size. There is no sense in eating it.

"Find up the goat, won't meet!" my chirps play the noodles with a fork. I lift one mouthful high.

"Darling, what is this?"

Chaca gaped and grabbed the bowl with the fork I was holding roughly. And put it on the table. Even until the contents scatter so hard. Good thing melamine bowl.

"You lied to me! I'm mad!" his grunts pursed his lips and looked at me sharply. His hand was also folded in front of his chest.

"Gwffl! It's funny my wife is this one," I said scrambling her hair.

"Why? Want to laugh I can't make instant noodles?" he was angry staring in any direction.

Chaca according to him, even though the look on his face was still a flash of anger. "The mother had never taught me to make noodles before" he said slowly but I could still hear. I just smiled in response.

He put his head on the table. Both of his hands were also stretched out. Whether he nagged anything else, I didn't hear him.

I was busy making fried rice for him. Uh it looks like I'm hungry, so I made it two servings. After struggling for a few minutes, the fried rice was on the table.

Chaca raised her head, inhaling the scent of hot steam dancing on the plate. His smile broke, his hands directly picking up the spoon and fork.

"Because, you're the best husband." Chaca got up and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

I restrained her body as she sat back down, grabbed her nape and devoured her tiny lips.

"Sama-sama Darling. The next time I wake up hungry, I will, yes" I said after removing our pagutan.

He nodded then sat his body and ate the fried rice with greed. I did it too.

You haven't changed, you're still adorable.

Then we went back to sleep again. But before, I invited him to perform the sunnah tahajud prayer. According to Mother's last message, after marriage I always invite her to congregational prayer. It is both mandatory and sunnah.

***

The alarm that always sounded coincided with the dawn, waking me up. Chaca was still twisting her arm around my stomach. My hand grabbed the phone and turned it off.

"Darling, wake!" I pat her cheek slowly.

Chaca was unmoved, probably because waking up in the middle of the night made her still sleepy. I showered a kiss on her face, and managed to wake her up.

Both eyes blinked, then smiled. I took him to morning prayers and then jogged around the resort as the sun began to rise to the surface.

"Come, Honey. The morning air here is so hot,"

"Yes, honey," he said, running up my arm and we walked out.

After I thought Chaca was quite tired, I took her back to the resort for breakfast. Because I ordered food.

I won't let him get tired. So, I carried her on my back. He was happy to stretch his arms.

"Darling, don't sleep anymore!" warned me.

"The end of your back is very comfortable, good for lying down, dear," he said chuckling.

"It's made of mattresses?" my candlestick overcame him making him tighten his embrace even more.

Before long, we had reached the resort, I dropped it off in front of the house. Chaca runs to the dining table. I pulled the shirt, made her step stop. Then look back.

"Jail, I'm hungry, Mas" he said frowning.

"Go take a shower! You haven't had a bath last night" I ordered you to turn to the room.

"But ...."

"There's no but-but." I clasped her waist pulling her body upstairs.

Along the way up the stairs, his eyes were not separated from the dining table.

'Basar boy, if the matter of eating is only number one, ' my mind shakes its head.

I pulled him into the bathroom. In the end something happened. Not only a shower, but also. We did it, because last night was off.

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