Mayra's Heart Note
Martabak

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The night, because it was too long in Joseph's house, made Arga come home late. Maira, who was initially a little sulking because of her husband's delay in returning home, was slightly treated when the husband brought her the food he wanted.

However, when he opened the parcel brought by Arga. Instantly, the face that was all upset, changed now back upset again after opening the parcel.

"Why? You don't like it? I bought it in an ordinary place," asked Arga frowned when he saw the expression on his wife's face that was beyond expectations.

Arga thought, Maira will be happy and enthusiastic as usual. However, for some reason tonight, it was precisely that face looked flat and stared at her sharply.

"What was I pesen?" ask Maira flat.

"Martabak right? Red velvet full mozarella cheese?" Arga again frowned her forehead.

"Yes but why this martabak!" maira exclaimed with glassy eyes.

"Huh? M—how do you mean? I've bought it at the usual place, honey. Red velvet full mozarella. What's wrong?" tanya Arga scratched her nape confused.

"I want eggs, why is this sweet!" One tear escaped wetting Maira's cheek as she uttered her wish with her lips weaving in annoyance.

The deg!

Arga was silent. He recalled his wife's order this morning. Martabak red velvet full mozarella, that's it, isn't it? And isn't red velvet synonymous with sweet martabak? Why become an egg martabak?

"I said full cheese on top of it. I want martabak Ga eggs, don't want sweet rich gini. You want to make me fatter because of eating sweet malem malem like this!" maira exclaimed increasingly tight to hold her sobs.

Of course Arga is getting confused. How can he know if his wife wants a martabak egg not sweet. Maira herself did not tell him.

Arga took a deep breath while rubbing her face quite roughly. If he answers Maira's call, of course this debate will last a long time. And his address would go wrong, like the example of him going to sleep outside the room.

Can't do. Arga doesn't want to sleep outside anymore. He could not leave his wife alone. Moreover, he knew, every night Maira often woke up and had to go to the toilet. How can Arga keep an eye on Maira if she sleeps outside? her inner.

"Astaghfirullah, sorry dear. The martabak is wrong. I told you earlier, sorry. Maybe I was wrong, too, forgot his bang martabak ngingetin. Sorry," said Arga chose to give up and immediately embraced his wife.

"Hiks hiks, very evil. I'm Laper Ga, I want to eat, I'm waiting for you but you don't even bring food hyx."

Arga took a deep breath again. How could he not bring food. In front of them, on the table now lay a few packs of martabak various flavors there.

Whenever Maira wants food, Arga will definitely buy more for her workers. And now on that table, there's not only sweet martabak but also an egg martabak. It's just that, the egg martabak is usually nothing red or red velvet as Maira wishes.

I don't know, Arga himself was actually also surprised, is there a red egg martabak? It's just that, his astonishment he endured and damned rather than having to fight later with Maira. It is better to say all the words of the wife and surrender.

...~To be continuous......