Modalin I'm Dong, Mas
Capital 3

Arka's head looked up to hear her name being called by the wife with a tone so soft and spoiled, lazily the man turned towards Arum who was still standing in front of the bathroom door using his favorite maroon red lingerie. The man's forehead frowned with one eyebrow raised when he saw the appearance of the wife. The corner of his lips was attracted to form a scornful smile.

"You're wearing that shirt, I don't want to see it. If you are beautiful and your skin is glowing, the pantes wear such clothes, this dull face just wear soan. Free," said Arka who returned to focus on the device in his hand.

Again Arum had to swallow a bitter pill due to the spicy speech from the lips of the husband, the woman immediately turned her body into the bathroom and replaced the lingerie with a worn negligee. With a gloomy face, Arum nodded at the side of the bed. Noticing the husband who was smiling just because he stared at the flat object screen that was still faithful in his grasp.

"Who are you talking to again, Mas?" ask Arum curious.

Arka immediately hid his dress under the pillow after hearing the question that had just been thrown by the wife. The man hurried to pull the blanket to cover his body.

"Yes the same office person, the same who else," ketus Arka responded to the wife's question.

"Cock until you smile like that, Mom?" Arum certainly not easy to believe the close answer given by her husband.

The man got up from his position and looked at Arum with an annoyed face.

"Who do you think I am talking to, huh? You want to accuse me of anything?"

"Bu-no, Mas. I believe in you."

In the end Arum who chose to return relented to avoid a dispute between them. Arka who already felt her position was safe again laid down her body and immediately closed her eyes.

Arum could only sigh annoyed at the behavior of the husband who always did not want to give up. The woman broke herself. His eyes glared at the ceiling of the room. I don't know when he'll survive a life like this. Thinking about it made his head feel throbbing until he chose to close his eyes.

The day was late when Arum felt a thirst that disturbed his sleep. The woman opened her eyes, about to take a drink to wet her dry throat. But Arum was surprised because the side of the bed beside him was empty.

"Where is Mas Arka, what is not in the toilet anymore?" the Arum Monologue on itself.

The woman's head turned towards the unclosed bathroom door, a sign that no husband was there.

For a moment Arum pensively then decided to go to the kitchen without wearing footwear so that his steps did not cause sound. One by one Arum began to go down the stairs until I could hear the voice of the husband who was talking to someone on the phone.

"Dear, we'll see you tomorrow at lunch together." Arka's voice talking on the phone makes Arum's heart pinch, but the woman chooses to dampen her emotions.

Slowly, Arum approached Arka who was still busy talking to someone on the other end of the phone.

"Mas Arka." The gentle call made Arka hurriedly turn off her phone connection and turn to the source of the sound.

"A-Arum, since when were you there?" tanya Arka was nervous because she was afraid if the wife heard the chatter earlier.

Arum looked at the husband without blinking, the woman approached then revealed a faint smile.

"How should you, Mas. Take my drink, who's the same phone call?" Arum pretended not to know the husband's talk.

"Oh, emb it's a business associate. Tomorrow I have an important metting, he says you want to grab a drink," Arka lied covering her wrist.

"The business partner called him dear," Arum's inner self in his heart.

"Well, I'm going to grab a drink, you don't want to sleep anymore?"

While Arum chose to take a glass of water and swallow it up the toilet. The woman held her glass tightly.

"You start playing with fire, Mas Arka. Let's see what your mistress looks like," Arum muttered and then placed the glass.

The woman decided to go back to the room and continue her disturbed sleep. But only Arum's eyes were closed, he kept wandering thinking about what Arka had done behind him. May the husband could wish his love just because of the appearance that is always said to be shabby and boring.

Until the adzan shubuh berkumandang Arum still did not fall asleep. The woman decided to carry out her two day obligations and then cooked breakfast. Arum chose to make fried kwetiau as a menu this morning.

As usual, the in-law woke up after breakfast at the dinner table. While Arka must be awakened first by the wife. After breakfast Arka immediately went to the office while Bu Kanti was still sitting at the dinner table enjoying a cup of tea made by Arum.

"Arum!" call Bu Kanti to the son-in-law who is washing their used dishes.

"Yes, Mom. What's up?" arum asked after arriving in front of his father-in-law.

"What are you bored of at home every day?"

"Yes bored, Mom. But how else, want to go out the streets also can not because Arum car is now used with Mother. If the motorbike ride is hot, Mom," complained Arum as well as insinuating her in-laws subtly.

The middle-aged woman snickered when she heard her daughter-in-law's words.

"Don't you, you quip me? Besides coming out does not have to be far away, talking to neighbors can also be rather than angkrem at home continue."

"No, Mom. Later there is even invited to ghibahin other neighbors are not tasty. Especially if Arum invited ghibahin mother, it is not funny ghibahin in-laws themselves."

Bu Kanti grew furious at the words spoken by the son-in-law.

"Huh, it's free to talk to you. Make sprains usually, mending me the same way my friend."

The middle-aged woman went back into her room and returned with a bag bearing the letter "H" which is somehow super quality kw how much. Not long ago there was a roar of the sound of a car engine that moved away indicating that Bu Kanti had left the house.

Arum sighed deeply and exhaled slowly. The woman headed to the laundry room to iron the clothes that had already piled up. However, Arum's mind could not concentrate. The woman was still curious, who was called by Arka last night to decide to turn off the iron and go back to the room to call someone.

Jemari Arum is agilely dancing on the screen looking for contact Johan, best friend and owner of the cafe where he and Aline work first. It is necessary to wait several times for the ringing until the contact owner picks up his phone.

"Hallo, Arum how are you? Long time no news, have you forgotten how I am?" cecar Johan across the phone.

"Well Jo, I'm busy being a housewife."

"What's this, you call tumben. What do you need help with?" shoot Johan who is already very puffed with the nature of Arum.

"Hehe, you know, Jo. But I don't think it's good to talk on the phone, can I see you tomorrow afternoon?"

"May, but not in my caffe yes, we meet in the Bucin cafe near your house it's aja ya."

"Okay, tomorrow at eleven o'clock. Bye."

"Bye Arum." The call was ended, Arum was actually impatient to wait until tomorrow arrived.