Forgive Me My Wife
Kangkung Cah

The smell of coffee out in the air tempts his sense of smell on Sunday morning. After returning from the mosque after the dawn prayer, Bima closed her eyes again curled up on the soft sofa of the family room because of drowsiness due to sleep late last night. His body also feels achy effects of too often flushing late at night using cold water lately.

With a cup of coffee in hand, Viona looked pityfully at her husband. He wanted to caress and hug her. Massaging the shoulders and back of the husband who is definitely sore and stiff. After a busy day in the office, Bima still can not sleep comfortably because her tall body must be complacent lying on the sofa. Bima could have slept in another room, but he did not want if he had to separate the room with his woman, just enough distance.

Viona also wanted to shave the delicate sideburns that grew around her husband's jaw like she used to do on Sundays. Only, now he must keep his distance, because if not his stomach will rampage violently turbulent pushing the contents up forcing to be spewed along with nausea unspeakable.

Bima's eyelids move slowly, reluctant to open even though the aroma of coffee tickles his nose, still at home in his drowsiness.

“Nara, please wake Dad, son. Let us have breakfast together,” pinta Viona on her little girl who is fresh and fragrant just finished showering in the morning. He chose to stand three meters away from the sofa.

Nara nodded then approached Bima. “Dad, let's get up. Nara wants to have breakfast together,” chirp with her funny voice. Nara slightly shook her arms as well as peeked at the father's cheek.

Bima wriggling. Sighing hoarsely then his eagle netra slowly opened. He smiled happily when he found the baby woke him with babbling and his angry actions. Bima immediately grabbed Nara and brought her over. The little girl squealed in shock then laughed out loud because she was happy to be invited to laugh with her father, not to mention Bima kissed his funny face and tickled him.

“Mmhh .. Father's Son already perfumed.” Bima sneered deeply into the soothing aroma that emanated from the baby.

“Nara has taken a shower with strawberry soap. So fragrant,” answered.

“Mas, sorry to wake you. But it's eight o'clock, it's time for breakfast. Me and Nara want to have breakfast with you,” Viona said with a smile. “I've also made your favorite coffee. Vietnam drip.” Viona raised the cup in hand.

“Thank you, my wife,” said while returning Viona's smile. “Come, we go to the dining room.”

The three walked in tandem with Bima who kept their distance from Viona of course. Bima must desperately refrain from wanting to embrace the sexy waist and hips that run in front of her. Moreover, Viona's stomach began to bulge, and in the eyes of Bima his wife who was two-bodied sexier many times, evoking the center of his body pulsating instantly. Moreover, in the morning, just seeing the sexy buttocks of the wife who was covered in clothes was proof of her passion rose as good as a bidat. How cheap!

They had breakfast together, with Bima and Viona sitting far apart at the large dining table even though they were far apart, the atmosphere they ate together still felt warm.

*****

The apron was worn with a knife in hand. This afternoon Bima was in the kitchen and staring at the confusion on a bundle of kale. He is more used to holding macbooks while taking care of company stock charts, or devising work plans to win tenders in business. However, now for the sake of his wife who was cravings Bima stranded in the kitchen.

From day to day Viona's pregnancy is filled with various colors that sometimes make Bima's world turn upside down with his wife's strange wishes. Starting from soccer clothes, watching football shows on television, watching motorcycle races, eating this and that, and other unexpected things one of which is not being able to get too close to him.

As a standby husband, Bima always try to fulfill whatever Viona wants, whatever it is that makes Viona comfortable and happy Bima will fulfill it. On this second occasion, he wanted to make up for the lost times first, wanting to wash away his guilt and regret using the purity of the devotion of love as sincerely as his heart.

Bima's whole life had never cooked kale. Although fairly simple and uncomplicated dishes in making it, Bima still like being asked to do a guts test. Wandering in the kitchen counted only a few times in his life and that was just to make coffee. He cooked once in his lifetime while trying to make breakfast bread years ago and it ended up burning.

“Master, how about I help?” haggard one of the housekeepers who felt grim looking at his master holding a knife stiffly plus a look of confusion as he stared weightily at the bundle of green vegetables on the kitchen table.

“No need, I will make it myself,” the answer is steady full of confidence even though not completely.

Bima decided to open a youtube page to watch a kale cooking tutorial for beginners. His head was bearded while watching carefully. After the video finished playing, Bima began the action of cooking her first kale.

First, wash the kale in running water. Then with a stiff movement he endowed it almost took twenty minutes. Afterwards switch to preparing the seasoning. Slicing garlic is also onion in precision thinning. Not to forget the curly red chili sliced thinly according to the request of pregnant women dear.

The sound of hot oil blending sauteed onions kicked all over the kitchen. Bima's expression looked horror watching the oil squint as she inserted other herbs to saute together. In fact, he gave the distance between himself and the frying pan as far as possible, only his hands were eggur close to the pan while holding a spatula. The servants folded their lips withholding a smile, they chose to pass from the kitchen to let the master finish his work.

It is time for the kale to join the frying pan. Bima again played the video on the phone he held using his left hand, while his right hand was busy stirring. Oyster sauce, a pinch of salt and a little sugar are carefully put together. His facial water looked tense with eyes that kept looking alternately towards the pan as well as the phone screen. Finally his cooking business this time successfully, the kale did not fate like the roti gosong a few years ago.

Titi-dew sweat spots on Bima's forehead, the effect of tension is also sultry. He smiled happily at his first work and immediately poured it on a serving plate.

Viona who smelled a pleasant smell the aroma of kale sparkles enthusiastically. He immediately turned his head as soon as a step from the direction of the kitchen approached him.

“Honey, the order is done,” he said happily. “Kutaput here ya.” Bima put the plate he brought onto the dining table. He immediately moved away quite far from Viona, still bracing himself to keep his distance despite the difficult.

Viona smiled happily and looked haru at her handsome husband who was now sweating with the apron he was still wearing. “Still, Dad. I love you,” he said friendly reply Bima with fly kiss no less friendly.

A plate of spicy kale was devoured to ludes. Viona was like a starving person, her plate was clean without any rest, even her sauce was completely receding.

Bima smiled with satisfaction, feeling successful in fulfilling Viona's craving, as she had been craving.

Not long after, from the front of the house came the boisterous sound of several cars coming. Bima immediately checked, it turned out that his in-laws and parents were coming.

They come to take a chat and discuss the four-monthly celebration of Viona's content that is soon to come. Unlike the old indifferent, Bima is now so enthusiastic and immediately approves the proposals of the parents. Want to give the best for the baby, even though the fetus in the womb of his wife as if hostile.