
“Maybe three days. If Kaina is bored here you just stay at Bu Dina's house," said Fadilah.
“Later can be set,” replied Fatih. “Yes already, sir, I go to work first, Father if you want to go carefully on the road.”
“Iya.”
“Depart now, Kai?” Fatih looked at his wife.
“Bentar, Mas, I'll go to the room first to grab the bag.” Kaina moved from the dining table to her room followed by Fatih in the back.
“Some missed, Mas?”
“So, I just want to give you this.” Fatih gave his wife an ATM card when they arrived at the room. “I promised to be a good husband. So this is living money for you. Whatever you want to wear, I won't. Later every month I will fill.”
Kaina received the thin card because it was her right as a wife. “I accept, Mas, thanks.”
“Yuk, leave!”
“A minute, Mas.”
“What, Kai?”
The woman from earlier noticed the tie attached to the collar of her husband's shirt, looking untidy. Until his hand is stretched out to fix the location. “Well, it's new pas.”
“Makasi.”
“Sama-sama. Yuk, down!”
They went back down and met Fadillah at the dinner table to leave before leaving.
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“Morning is here, your husband has been taken care of?” ask Dina.
“Already, Mom. I leave with Mas Fatih, only he can not go down because it is late to the office.”
“Continue writing here?”
“Can't I see Mom?” Kaina's a little pouty.
“Not that. You newlyweds should be in the first place at home in-laws.”
“Mas Fatih to the office and I want to get out of town. Why am I there confused myself,” explained Kaina
“Ya already, play first here, but later after lunch you cook and send for your husband. Before afternoon has arrived home so you can cook dinner.”
“There is ART, Mom, why am I tired of cooking,” replied Kaina who was relaxing on the sofa.
“Hush, can't be lazy. There want to be ten ART, if you do not have a job, yes, you should be able to masakin husband. Mom used to be when your dad had a lot of money and could pay for ART, I still don't want to. As nice as ART cuisine, it will be much happier when the wife and we will also get a reward.”
“Iya, I'll cook.” Kaina felt the task would be light if there was ART at home Fadilah, but because of the advice of the mother he would still run it.
“Which editor, Bu?”
“Says to see Candra.”
“From when?”
“Pas you arrived she just left.”
The single mother got up from her seat and stepped into the kitchen to check the food supply. “Bu, I'm going to the market, yes, want to shop for the contents of the refrigerator and cook later lunch.”
“No need to bother, Kai. Worship your husband just wear it for you.”
Kaina sat down next to her mother. “Mas Fatih did not mind it. Mom, just relax. I went jerking off, yeah.”
“What's the same lift?” Dina accompanied her son in front of the terrace.
“I order taxi online.”
The ride arrives, Kaina immediately slides into one of the largest malls. The goal today is to buy all the household necessities for his mother and sister. She had already sent a message to Fatih, permission to use the money and her husband said it was up to her.
“Oke, so don't blame me for spending a lot, yes, Mas,” cheeses while pushing a grocery trolley.
For three hours Kaina was busy putting the necessary items into the trolley. All purchased for the next month. Not wanting to be late sending lunch to Fatih, he rushed to the cashier to pay for all the groceries.
Arriving at her house, Kaina rushed to call Adit who was cleaning the garden of the mother. “Help this,” take her.
Adit runs a little to help the online taxi driver drop off all of his brother's stuff. “Kak, shopping this much for what?”
“Make you and mom for a month.”
“Use whose money?”
“Mas Fatih and I have permission too.”
Adit just bobbed his head while lowering the endless plastic bags. While his brother was only carrying one large bag of cooking ingredients.
“Bu, help me peel, yes. Fear of not being hunted.”
“Iya.” Dina chose the ingredients to be cooked by her son and then brought to the dining table to be peeled and cut.
Before long Adit arrived there with some of his sister's grocery bags. “Kak, where do you want to put?”
“You set it up, Dit. Tarok in the appropriate place.”
“What is it, Kai?” ask Dina.”
“Mother and Adit Needs for a month. There's rice, cooking oil, sugar and cookies for snacks. There are kitchen spices, let alone, yes,?” Kaina seemed to think about her groceries earlier while sauteing onions in a frying pan.
“Bath needs are equally holy, Bu,” added Adit.
Dina just kept quiet and continued her activities. After cooking, Kaina put rice, side dishes and vegetables into one place she bought earlier and ordered an online ojek to immediately deliver it to the husband's office address. He immediately sent a message to Fatih.
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“Pak, want me to order what food?” ask secretary.
Ting …
Message notification received. Fatih gushed to read it
📩Kaina
Mas, I was cooking at mom's house so I sent lunch there. Otw is waiting.
“No need, you just wait for the online ojek in front,” replied Fatih.
“Means?”
“My wife send lunch.”
“Cie, now there is a urucine,” Zuri Goda. Secretary Fatih in the office.
“Ck, already there,” annoyed Fatih.
“Good, yes, his wife, Father. Marriage formalities only, but the obligation is executed.”
“You want me to cut his salary?” Fatih threatened with bulging eyes.
“Hehehe, no, sir. Yes, I came out first waiting for the ojek to come.”
Upon Zuri's departure, Fatih retrieves her phone and replies to a message from Kaina.
Next time I don't have to cook, I can order a meal outside. But thanks. 📨
Then Fatih threw her back onto the chair to relieve the fatigue. Before long Zuri comes to deliver lunch boxes to her boss. “This, sir, scented loh. I think it's just ripe and still hot. I'm so hungry.”
“If you want to take a plate there, later I share.”
“Asik, wait a minute, Sir.” Zuri rushed into the pantry to pick up the plate for him then returned to Fatih's study. “Nih, Sir.
Fatih. “No so, this is too little for me for two.”
“Hhuu,” sneer girl 24 years old. “Say not willing to give me. Honestly, good right?!”
“Iya, delicious. Just there, you order food.”
Zuri grunted angrily towards her boss who was busy eating lunch sent from his wife. “Gue doain y'all will not be divorced.”