Married by Accident
Jealous

Irin also gasped at the mother's screams earlier, her premonition saying this was not a good thing.

"Rak popo Mbang, saiki my ghost Doctor lewih slick rather than koe!" (No papa Mbang, now my son-in-law Doctor is better than you!). Continue the woman while entering the house by giving a sour face to Bambang and Irin.

Bambang took Irin a step faster, lucky house there was a bit far apart so no one heard the woman's words earlier. Irin increasingly felt awkwardness, Bambang also chose to be quiet all the way home.

Arriving at home, Irin placed the cake she had bought on the table.

"Well, you bought Rin's cake" said Irin's sister-in-law with her Indonesian language medok.

"Yeah Yuni, eaten yes!"

"Lha mbok here is eaten together!" Said Mbak Yuni when he saw Irin hurriedly leave.

"Bak just like the others, I already ate with Mas Bambang." Immediately Irin went into his room following Bambang who had already entered first.

His hunger was gone considering the incident.

"You don't eat Rin? He said the cake was delicious." Bambang behaved normally, in contrast to when he had just returned home.

"Mas, tell the mothers what they said. Kok Mas Bambang immediately go and do not like."

"No need for Rin, it doesn't matter."

"Mas can not lie anymore, sooner or later Irin must know, not from Mas Bam ya from others," insisted Irin.

Bambang saw the seriousness of his wife, while thinking about the possible risks.

"And it hurts more than anyone else." Furthermore Irin cornered Bambang mercilessly.

"Yes yes, tell me. Later, if you are in Jakarta, believe the same!" Bambang's answer did not give Irin satisfaction.

The successful knocking of the door saved Bambang from Irin's interrogation.

"Non, breakfast first!" Bi Ijah's voice behind the door. Bambang did not waste his chance to escape.

"Thank you, bik" said Bambang, winking one eye. Bi Ijah who did not understand could only dumbfounded. Irin followed behind Bambang.

"Non, breakfast first!" Invite bi Ijah again to Irin who weaved bibirkan.

"Irin ate cake, Bi."

Then Irin passed from bi Ijah to the hall in the front of the house. Bi Ijah seemed to follow Irin.

"Why Non, fight with Mas Bambang?"

Then Irin recounted the incident when he bought the cake earlier and Irin told the words of Javanese that Irin remembered from the mothers at the end of the road. Bi Ijah the original Javanese immediately knew what had just happened, it was fitting that Bambang avoid Irin. The people of this village are talking about Bambang's marriage because of killing people and they have a lot of pity on Vinda.

"Already Non, actually Mas Bambang. That's not important. The important thing is that Non Irin is happy here and Mas Bambang's family is well all the same Non Irin. Aja aja kema yesterday well early on dateng it should not be anything to do with his mother Mas Bambang tell rest, he said. But wong aunty has been used to doing this is yes pekewuh if only diem aja, finally aunt can help a little." Bi Ijah tried to divert the conversation.

"Hem, Auntie is the same." Grousers Irin.

"Had Irin taken a shower and the bathroom was empty." Irin went to leave bi Ijah himself, from afar looked Bambang who from earlier noticed them and gave his thumbs to bi Ijah. Bi Ijah who already understood also gave his thumbs back to Bambang, both of them smiled meaningfully.

Everyone was gathering at the front hall of the house. Chatting and joking ria. Bi Ijah also dissolved in their chatter, occasionally crisp laughter sounded like a choir. I don't know what they're talking about.

Irin just looked at it from inside the house, then went into her room while wiping her wet hair. At first glance he caught Bambang's happy aura there. While continuing to dry her hair, Irin swept her eyes at the room. I don't know why Irin is so interested in the bottom drawer of Bambang wardrobe.

Irin was surprised, seeing the portraits of Winda and Bambang there. It turned out that they had not only been dating for 4 years, but had also been friends since childhood. Irin catches that Bambang has long had a crush on Winda, but he only puts himself in as a secret admirer.

Irin opened sheet by sheet carefully. Winda is beautiful from a teenager. Bambang is crazy. For a moment his heart was jealous, so he decided to close the book without continuing to read it.

Then he grabbed a small dark blue box. Somewhat difficult to open it but Irin still forced to open it and finally succeeded but the contents flew and fell apart. Irin picked them up one by one. Photos too, but different episodes, this time they've been dating. Looks very friendly, one handsome one beautiful. Well-matched. Irin's eyes were fixed on a portrait in which Winda hugged and kissed Bambang's cheek from the side. Bambang's face looked happy there.

Irin felt wrong to have found those things. Returned those things to their original place. Jealous heart. But Irin tried to dampen it because he did not want to ruin the atmosphere.

Many times Irin set a long breath before Irin decided to go out and join the other family. She chose to sit beside bi Ijah instead of near her husband. All the family members are scrambling to talk to Irin. Irin forgot her jealousy, she was late in jokes and laughter, she felt very welcome and also loved and surrounded by good people there.

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It did not feel like the 5th day they were in Bambang village. Tomorrow they will return to Jakarta. Mother and Mba Yuni have prepared many souvenirs to take home. There are eel chips, presto milk, baso tofu, fruits, vegetables, and many more. Mother also provided a large sack of rice for Bambang and Irin.

Irin approached Mbak Yuni who had finished his work, looks 3 large cardboard boxes and a sack of rice is ready to be brought for tomorrow.

"No need to bother Ma'am, so much for whom we wong there only three."

"No papa Nduk, this is a common tradition. Bringing rice as souvenirs, wong people here got rice, Nduk. It can be shared with friends or neighbors."

Irin just smiled trying to appreciate their tradition.

"You who patiently have a husband Bambang, the person is like that, accepted good bad yes Nduk, although adek mbak it is a lack of more than that." Yuni's mother gave Irin advice.

"Yes Ma'am, especially Irin Mbak a lot of lack." Tympal Irin's.

"So both learn yes Nduk, although adek mbak it's not more material than you but believe me he can be happyin you."

"Yes, Irin isn't the one to judge people based on your wealth."

"Oh yes, another origin you can master the same kitchen mattress that any man must be the same as you."

"I mean Ma'am?"

"Yes, the kitchen means food. If the wife can satisfy the husband's tongue, surely the taste of his cooking will come down to life."

"Well, that means Irin has to learn how to cook, Ma'am."

"Yes, a little bit certainly can not be immediately delicious. The authenticity of the husband must be seneng if dimasakin later would have said it was delicious."

Irin laughed with the advice of mingling guyonan from mbak Yuni.

"If the mattress means that the pinter serves the husband fitting 'soan' do not need the style of many sure men on the subject and faithful."

"No way," Irin tried to avoid this one theme.

"Eh really, don't take it lightly. Men are yes if the rations are a little late must be urgency. As a woman must also try a new position so that the husband is not bored and naughty snack outside. For rich men that is number one, women wong only said he cursed angel if until dawn did not give rations fitting men asked. Don't forget that, another one actually, the well. But do not wong today have many washing machines with laundry." Continue to Yuni and end it with a crisp laugh.

Luckily for Irin, Yuni changed the topic without having to bother to be diverted.

The words of Mba Yuni continued to haunt Irin, although it was conveyed lightly and jokingly but very touching. Irin had never fulfilled her obligations as a wife, except at that time. Especially about the photos that Irin found, Irin was afraid Bambang turned away from her.

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