Love of a Nausea
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Adji got up from his seat, walked towards the room.  Pick up a shabby brown map, and bring it back to the living room. 

He opened the map, read it slowly.

"This is a land letter belonging to Eyang Tarjo. He gave this to me, "he murmured.

"How much, Dji?"

"One hundred and twenty meters."

"Well, broad yes. How many permeters are available?"

"He said seven million."

The two Maya eyeballs instantly rounded to hear it, imagining how many zeros there were. If 120m multiplied by seven million. Not a small amount. Even Adji can get rich all of a sudden, and they won't live hard.

"Wow, that's not a small amount, honey. You can buy a nice house on the edge of town, the rest can make business capital." Maya said cheerfully.

Adji just shook his head to see the behavior of the wife who thought it was strange. How not, when the residence of the husband was about to be evicted, he was even happy. It was the only treasure that her husband had.

"I will not sell" said Adji Lirih.

"Well why, Dji? Opportunity won't come twice." Maya stared in disbelief at what her husband said.

"May, this is the house of the man who once saved me. I never knew how much sacrifice Eyang Tarjo made to buy land and build this house. While me?  Wh who? Not a child, not a grandson.  Precisely if I could I would declare this land to be built a mushola. That every one who worships in the house of God may give a reward to Eyang."

Maya down, embarrassed.

Adji rubbed his wife's hands gently.

"I know you mean well, wanting to see your husband is not hard anymore. Me, it'll be fine. As long as you're loyal to me from zero. We fight together."

"I'm sorry" said Maya.

"Later tonight we go to my Papi's house. I haven't seen him in a long time."

"Yes, Dji."

Finally they both agreed not to sell the treasure of the only relic of Eyang Tarjo. They went back to the room to get their clothes cleaned.

"Dji, we haven't had breakfast yet. You're not hungry?" ask Maya while arranging her clothes in the closet.

"Hungry anyway. In the bucket near the stove was rice, in the small cupboard was instant noodles, but there were no eggs. You cook it! I'm going to the side first. Many bottles were still scattered, ruining the scene. I want to be clean first." Adji rushed out of the room to the side of his house.

Maya is still silent in her place, Adji told her to cook? He sighed softly.

"Just cook rice with instant noodles mah small," he murmured softly.

He then got up from his seat. Close the closet door and step into the kitchen. After finding the bucket containing the rice in question. Maya then scratched the rice with a half-liter can into a basin. Then he washed the rice.

After he finished he returned to the kitchen and dizzy looking for objects that are usually in his house to cook rice. Because what she was looking for did not meet, Maya approached her husband.

"Dji, where's the mejikom?" tanyakanya.

Adji turned and frowned. "Mejikom? Make what?"

"Beef the rice."

"Hahaha.no, you aronin first and then steamed using a boiler. There's all the tools in the kitchen."

Adji was even stupefied, while scowling annoyed. He went back to the kitchen.

"Aronin what is it? If the boiler I know. Steamed huh? It's lontong." Maya mutters to herself while looking for the tool in question.

"Ah, don't understand. Mending I make noodles. No rice is okay either."

Maya takes a pot and fills it with water, then puts it on a burning stove.

Wait until the water boils and then put the noodles in.  Not feeling his tears dripping, there has not been a day in the house that he felt he had a lot of lessons to be learned. Life was not as easy as he had imagined.  Even to eat alone he had trouble cooking rice. Unlike his old life, which was served. He only hopes in his heart, hopefully Adji can accept it which in fact can not cook.

Finally the noodles are cooked and ready to be served. Maya placed the two bowls of noodles on the front desk. Then call her husband who looks to be putting a sack containing a used bottle on his cart.

"Dji, eat yuk!" take Maya who calls him from behind the window.

"Well, have you died?" adji asked staring in disbelief.

"Udah, come!"

Adji stopped his activity, and stepped in. He went to the back first to wash his hands.  Then back to the living room.

"Well, where's the score?" tanya Adji was confused when looking at the table there were only two bowls of fried instant noodles.

"Eum.. I. I can't cook it, Dji. I'm sorry." Maya looked down and then went back to sobbing.

Adji rubbed his wife's shoulders, and smiled lightly. "Geez, why didn't you call me that? Ah ah, that's a cry. The noodles were eaten first. I'll teach you how to cook rice without mejikom." Adji wiped the soft wife's tears.

Maya nodded. They had breakfast only with fried noodles, and it was already delicious. Th-that's right. Lapels

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"May, I work first, yeah." Adji.

Seen by the husband with a typical scavenger outfit, a dull black shabby shirt combined with a round hat in white fading.

Maya who was filling the water in the bucket immediately walked closer.

"You're a grandiose?"

"No, just going to the bullies. Nukerin bottle."

"I'm coming along."

"Don't! Far away, it's hot outside anyway. You will be black."

"But I want to know. Time cannot." Maya whines like a child

"When, yes, my dear. The laundry is called." Adji rubbed his wife's cheeks gently.

"Yes, be careful, yeah."

"Yes, the door locks from the inside if you want a break."

"Yes." Yeah."

Maya then grabs her husband's hand and kisses the back of his hand with reverence. There was a bitter look at Adji walking out leaving him.  The feeling he was feeling at this moment could no longer be imagined. Between haru, happy, or sad.  The more she saw her husband earnestly looking for money, the greater the feeling of love and affection on the figure of Adji, her husband.

How Adji loved her so much, despite her younger age. However, he is more mature in acting and making decisions.

As soon as her husband, Maya returns to her new job. Yes, washing clothes. Not much, just his clothes and Adji.

Finished drying, he felt his body tired. Maya lay on the bed, not forgetting to close the front door like her husband's message. Slowly his eyes began to weigh. He too was closed.

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Maya awakens to hear the clutches coming from the kitchen. Afraid of a stranger entering, he immediately shuffled from the bed to step into the kitchen.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her husband who was there taking two plates as well as his glass and spoon.

"Are you awake?" adji asked as he looked at the wife standing in the middle of the kitchen door.

Maya smiles and helps her husband take the rice that is still in the boiler. Then take him forward.

They sit in the living room. Adji came home with a package. Maya opened the package.

"What did you buy?" ask Maya.

"Open up, our lunch. Same vegetables for tonight and tomorrow morning."

Maya unwrapped the paper, there was a fried chicken thigh, two pieces of tofu tempeh. Then in the plastic half kilo there is a sauteed kale.

"The chicken is just one? Where's the vegetable?" ask Maya.

"Yes, the chicken is for you. I kept the vegetables in the back closet. Yes, it's eaten, this is the sauce. It's delicious." Oh."

Adji somoy a fried tofu fruit as well as tempeh, and pour kale vegetables on rice. Leave some for the wife.

Adji looked at Maya who was still glued to look at him.

"Why? Do you like the food?  Sorry, I didn't ask you for your favorite food." Adji looked sadly at his wife.

Suddenly both of Maya's eyes that had been glazed over, now slowly began to get wet, then her shoulders were shaken. Adji was confused and felt guilty.

He approached Maya, clutching his wife's body into an embrace. "Sorry, I made you sad. I can't make you happy yet" said Adji Lirih.

"Not that, Dji. We are husband and wife, why do you distinguish food? If indeed the money is not enough to buy two fried chicken, yes, I do not need you to buy it. I want to eat the same rich food you eat" Maya said in between sobs.

"Because I love you, I don't want my wife to eat bad, I want you to be happy with me." Adji rubbed his wife's head gently.

"Dji, so your wife I'm happy. Don't treat me like this. I should've served you, not you, Dji. Later if your money runs out just to meet my needs how?"

Adji chuckled.

"Yes, look for it again. As long as the factory still produces drinks with plastic bottles. There our sustenance is still there. Aye no? Anyway I work for you, yes lost out to meet your needs is okay dong."

"Adji," cried Maya while pinching her husband's waist down.

At a time like that, Adji could still joke.  Maya finally shared some of the chicken to be eaten together. They had lunch together with happiness and simplicity.

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