Lover (Brain) Halal
Awkward

"Well, just put your cat in here." Alza took out a medium-sized cardboard. Inside is placed thick cloth as a base.

"But it was brought home, right?" tanya Dira hesitated. He's not sincere if Puti sleeps outside.

"Yes, no! He slept outside, "well Alza then went into the house. Dira stared at the brown cardboard. "You slept there." Dira rubbed Puti's head gently.

"Put him aside so don't get rained on if it rains."

Dira flinched, he turned to look at Alza who had returned. He was wearing a black mask that only showed his big eyes. He rubbed his lips to hold back a smile.

"Why smile?" Alza looked at him sharply. Dira's hurry shook his head.

"Strawstring tarok! I want this dark," continued Alza nagging, "haven't bathed yet."

This Dira put Puti in cardboard. Although he had thrashed, but finally obeyed as well. Puti turned her face away, just like a petite ana sulking. As Dira was about to rub his head, Alza lifted the cardboard with a face that was kept away. Dira pulled back his hand in annoyance.

"It's a good place!" set the Word with hands on the waist.

Alza glanced at it and said, "Yes, bring it."

Tonight as usual, after finishing the Magrib Dira prayer prepare dinner. Although only vegetable kale and fish end, but he is very satisfied to be able to cook for himself for the husband. There are many wives out there who do not know how to cook at all, so that if you eat you have to go outside. For Dira it is just a waste of money.

"What are you cooking?" ask Alza out of the bathroom. He still dries his hair with a towel.

Dira shows using chin. "Look at yourself!"

The Alza movement has stopped. "The longer the fuss, huh? What kind of wife are you?" Alza sat in a chair. The towel was placed on the chair next to him.

"Astagfirullah, Ma. Why is the towel put there? There's a towel in there, what's so hard to walk around. What kind of husband are you?" Dira nagging. He deliberately repeated Alza's sentence by changing the wife to husband.

"Eat it, deh. Bawel the mackerel cake!"

Dira raised one eyebrow, then spoke a little slowly, "Kan, let me be our children's mother."

Uhuk!

The rice was half chewed out of Alza's mouth. The man glared, while his hands fumbled. Drink search. Dira clucked, then poured a glass of water and thrust on her husband.

"Be careful!"

Alza gulped down the glass until the ludes. He shakes in frustration. For just a light sprain, try if up to how-how. Can innallah him, right? They finally continued the soundless eating session. As if nothing had just happened. Although both hearts were rumbling violently.

***

Alza twisted her body. Sometimes on the side sometimes on the back. While on the mat under Dira sleeps soundly. They sleep in the room, but not in bed. Just found out, huh? It happened from the first night they got married to move house.

Alza sat down, looking at Dira's adorable face. During this time Alza yak never realized it turns out to sleep too Dira still wearing hijab. Although somewhat different from the hijab used during the day. Alza had never seen a single hair of that woman. Unnoticed, the corners of Alza's lips curved.

He got out of bed, moving very carefully. He threw himself behind Dira. It didn't take long for Alza to close her eyes, she fell asleep.

"Yes!"

"What, anyway?" Alza pulled the blanket from Dira's embrace. However, what was obtained was a strong push until he kissed the floor.

"You fucked, huh? Astagfirullah, I .. I'm tarnished." Dira pressed the blanket to his chest.

Alza rose up with a lip. "Durrect wife! I kiss the floor!" loud shouting.

"Eat it don't be rude!" balas Dira is no less loud. He was about to leave. However, Alza deliberately pulled the edge of the blanket to make Dira fall. He grimaces in pain.

"It hurts, right? Tau taste!" Alza breezed away. Before he closed the door he turned around. "I have nothing to say about you. Don't go ge er, you!" Then the sound of the door slamming.

"Where I want. Yes, God protect your innocent servant." Dira raised both hands up. " Aamiyen." He then rubbed both hands into his face.

Until Dira finished cooking and eliminating it, but Alza has not been seen since the incident had dawn. Dira looking on the balcony, in the bathroom never meet. Dira almost gave up, already dizzy early in the morning looking for a husband himself.

"Meow!"

"Because, anyway!"

Dira sharpens hearing. That's Puti's voice and who? Dira walked hurriedly to the side of the house. Once there he was very surprised to see someone wearing a mask trying to grip Puti. Dira immediately looked for a tool to beat up the person.

"Well this," said Dira excitedly. He got a piece of wood that was not too big, not too small. Dira crept, approaching.

Dira's punch was misdirected. He tried to hit her on the back, but she hit him on the ass. The man shouted in shock mixed with pain. Dira was still brandishing the wood, preparing to hit again. However, that person's voice made Dira fixated.

"It's me!" The man hurriedly opened the mask. He is none other than Dira's own husband, Alza Mahendra.

The woman bit her lip. Now he's freaked out.

"You gonna hit again? Hit here!" Alza's face turned red, she was angry. His chest was up and down and his bewok was shaking.

"Sorry. I thought it was a thief," great-grandson Dira. He looked down, the wood fell on the ground.

"Most out? Who do you think would turn a cat this bad?" Sounded like a step away. Alza went into the house. Dira ventured to raise his eyes. After feeling safe, he rushed over to Puti.

"You're okay, right? Sorry .. I was completely unintentional. Your own fault, wear a mask. I, will be thinking of the thief," said Dira as if talking to Alza even though in front of him is Puti.

"Meow!"

"Tutu .. very good. Thanks for sorry I. Darling you." Dira carried Puti, then rubbed his head.

"Make fried rice! I'm hungry." Alza's voice interrupted, Dira turned a glance then looked at Puti with a clear look. Since when is that guy there? Did he hear all of his words? Astagfirullah, what other misfortune will befall Dira?

"Speed, bye. I'm going to the office, right!" Alza is again.

Dira put Puti back into the cardboard. He tidied up his round hijab, then walked closer to Alza. They stared at each other for a moment, before then Alza went in first. Dira clenched his hands. Where does it go to make its face? The shame!

However, again Dira's steps stopped. Alza was already wearing work clothes. Does that mean he's in the shower? He must not have heard the monologue, right? When did he take a shower? Not yet able to remember anything, Alza again exclaimed from the dining table.

"It's been a long time, anyway!"