Marsha, Bara's
Fried Noodles

Marsha woke up to the sound of knocking on the door so powerful, she quickly opened it. Her husband stood up hardening his jaw.

"You're not here to sleep!" snapped it.

"Sorry, I'm so tired. Waking up bad luck" Marsha saw a wall clock showing at 7am.

"That's why!" his jolt. "Hurry up and make me breakfast!" her word.

"All right, wait a minute!" Marsha immediately went to the kitchen after washing her face.

"Marsha, can you go faster!" scream from the dining table.

"Yes, one minute!" Marsha brought a cup of hot tea carefully.

"Make it this way, so long!" snapped it.

"It's very hot, so I have to be careful" Marsha explained.

"If it's still hot, how can I drink it?" Bara threw the cup beside Marsha's feet, making the woman shocked and shifting her body.

"How do I make juice?" bargain Marsha with her lips flattered.

"I'll have breakfast at the office!" Bara also left.

Marsha held back her tears from falling, she cleared away the shattered glass. Due to lack of caution, his index finger bled he ran to the sink dousing his injured fingers with running water after which it was wrapped with wound plaster.

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At night, at exactly 8 p.m. I went home to see a dark house. He opened the door, fingered the wall looking for a light switch.

"Where is he?" muttered.

Bara searches for Marsha in her room which also appears dark. He knocked on the door but there was no word, heard by him the sound of footsteps.

Bara turned her body and heard the voice, Marsha was now standing in front of her with a frightened face. "Where have you been?"

"I just met my friends" Marsha trembled.

"Who gave you permission?" ask him out loud.

"I don't know your phone number, you won't care about me anyway" Marsha responded.

"From today you can't leave the house without my permission!" Bara gave a warning.

"I'm bored at home, what if I work?"

"No, you can only stay home!" answer Bara firmly. "Once again you break my rules, I will not hesitate to punish you and make your parents' efforts ruined!" threaten her.

"You're threatening me, what's your purpose in marrying me?" Marsha asked herself.

Bara hardened his jaw, he grabbed Marsha's hair making the woman grimace in pain. "I don't like to be disputed. Your parents have given you to me, so you must obey my orders!" emphasizing words.

"Mas, sick!" Marsha hands her husband with both hands.

Marsha was still holding her hair that her husband had grabbed. With teary eyes, he made food.

Fifteen minutes later, Marsha brought a plate of fried noodles and a glass of orange juice into her husband's room. It's put on the nightstand.

Just about to step out, Bara appeared from the direction of the bathroom. "What food are you making?"

"Instant fried noodles" replied Marsha.

Bara walked towards the nightstand, then called his wife with his index finger. Marsha walked over to him.

"I don't like it, don't cook the food you like!" emphasizing speech.

"Where does Mas Bara know that I like instant fried noodles?"

Bara looked excited, "Yes, I know from your mother!" answer lies.

"I'm sorry, Mom!"

"Repeat the other food!" her word.

"Good, Mas!" Marsha's back in the kitchen. She cooks fried rice for her husband, in fact she does not know Bara's favorite food. So, he just tried to guess it.

Bara was waiting at the dining table, so Marsha did not have to bother dropping off to the room.

Fried rice is ready to be served.

"Bring your fried noodles over here, we're eating together!" bring Bara.

Marsha smiled happily at her husband's invitation to eat together. In spirit, he sat down and enjoyed the already cold fried noodles.

Bara watches Marsha eat like people never eat for days.

"Braa!"

Marsha opened her eyes to look at her husband. "Why?" tanyanya nervous.

"Can you cook or not?" Bara asked loudly.

"Is the fried rice bad?" Marsha put the spoon and fork on the plate.

Bara threw the plate filled with fried rice in any direction, leaving Marsha terrified.

"If you can't cook, don't try to cook it" Bara continued to scold his wife.

"Said my friend and my parents nice," Marsha spoke plainly.

"But I don't think it's good!" his jolt.

"I will repeat it again" Marsha stood up.

"No, you've been cooking for a long time. I'm just gonna go get some food outside, get this all sorted out!" The embers pointed at the broken plate on the floor.

Marsha nodded her head assenting.