MY CHATTY WIFE
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After the wedding process with all the traditions, ngunduh mantu, nginep at home in-laws and so on. Now Kokom and Baskoro move to a new house in Baskoro credit. KPR house in the middle of the village.

The place is beautiful, cold and not many inhabitants.

The first reason Baskoro took this house was the short distance to his office and also cheaper installments. Although it must be in a rural environment, not like housing in general that is on the side of the city road.

"Well.." I complained after finishing all the work.

"Mas, where are you going?." I saw my husband immediately rush to get the towel I was drying on the clothesline.

"I'm going to work, there's a call" he explained.

My husband is busy not less than a doctor, how not try he should come directly when on the phone. Yes the name is also a luxury apartment technician on the opposite side of the city road there.

"Yo Mas. That's the foot on the lap first anyway. By the doormat I've kept in every door." I shouted.

"Yes, yeah. I've rag." he argued as he returned to the doormat wiping his leg rough.

I snorted annoyedly at him.

I who was leaning my body on my pride bale stool, had to get up and wipe the footprints of Mas Baskoro.

Prak ...

"Yo my God, Mas. Keep the towel in the clothesline, do want to use a blanket stored on the mattress. Wet it Loch, Mas." again I have to scream.

"Yes, Deck. Soon after, Mas again combed his hair." without guilt he continued to style his hair by adding hair lubricant.

"Yes, if you get wet on the bed, Mas." I took the chuckled towel.

"Yes will stay at the Loch, Dek. It's easy not to get angry later Loch's wrinkles." while continuing to reflect he spoke arbitrarily.

I whipped a towel violently over his head.

"Kusut again dong Deck hair, your Mas."

"Mas departs, Deck." thrusting his hand.

My habit of shaking hands and being kissed by him before leaving.

"Assalamualaikum. hearts at home yes, Deck."

I was horrified by his words. Because the KPR house we occupy is still rarely occupied.

"What the hell, Mas. Don't want me to. Mas came home quickly, today is still the holiday Loch, Mas." I said as I glanced around me. Grateful on my left right there is an inhabited house, in front of me is also filled.

"Take care of it." Mas Baskoro left on his motorcycle.

I relax again while continuing the other work.

The house I live in has only one room. Makes it easy for me to clean it.

I put on the clothes that were still left in the suitcase. Do not forget to listen to music from the Taktok application that is trending at this time.

I have a photo of my wedding. I laughed with amusement when I remembered the day I knew Mas Baskoro.

"No, I don't think so, Mom. We could get married. Though we are Loch's great enemy, yes." I rubbed my husband's face in the photo.

My stomach rang, it seemed like the worm was hungry.

I went to the kitchen adjacent to the bathroom, less outside which means narrow. Haha

"Gosh, I forgot I haven't cooked rice yet." I patted my eel. The stomach is disco, the rice is not there. Looks like a side dish I haven't had time to cook.

"Let's eat out.. Instead of starving to death." I went out of the house.

I left right, no rice stalls.

There are no vegetable stalls either. Yes because there are only a few houses that fill where there may be a rice stall.