MY CHATTY WIFE
MY WIFE'S BAWEL

"Mas! Don't forget to buy candlenut with coconut milk, I want to make opor." he shouted from inside the kitchen.

I was asked to buy vegetables at the market. It had a small note and a few screams all the way from the inside out of the house.

Why would he make a note if he had to shout.

I scratched my hot-tasting bed.

"Yes, baby."

I ride my motorcycle to the market. It's been a few days the vegetable maker didn't travel around, so I had to go shopping to the market for supplies at home.

I went around the market buying every name written on the note from my wife who was carrying.

I checked all the notes and groceries I had bought. Wrong is afraid that something is missing. After all, then I'll be home soon.

I stopped by to make oranges, fresh-pressed to eat fresh-looking oranges.

"Darling, here's the groceries." I put the groceries on the table.

"Yes, Mas. Thank you." he shouted from the bathroom.

I sat on the porch enjoying the orange I bought earlier. Fresh, sweet sour.

"Bag!!! Here you have bought everything, sure!." he cried.

"Oh, what's up, Yang." I scratched my skin, it was burning to hear his screams.

"Here's a minute, Mas!."

"Yes yes." I was lazy to hear his screams, I better get closer.

"Where are the candlenuts and the food? I told you to make opor, then cook the opor what if there is no coconut milk and hazelnut, Mas." chirp.

"Well, I'll follow the note, baby." I answered correctly on the note and nothing was missed. I gave a note lying on the table to my wife.

He took the note, "Yes yes I know, Mas. But I was screaming, Mas wants to go. When not listening, si. I screamed out loud loch, candlenut same coconut milk I want to make an opor." he put the note by patting it on the table.

"Yes already, make another one, Yang. Can eat the opor next time." I gave a definite suggestion, anyway I do not want if asked back to the market again.

"I want to eat opor, Mas." he said with annoyance and turned his face away. Her cheeks were red, her nose looked so swollen that it held back her tears.

I'm confused what to do, when I have to go to the market again it's noon like this.

Where should I get coconut milk.

I can't give any more advice if his face has turned into a tomato. There's only one solution, give him what he wants. That's all I can do.

"Is there anything other than candlenuts and coconut milk, which?", I asked. Wrong later must come back again if there is less.

"Left and coconut milk!" he said indifferently with an upset tone.

"Yes already, any coconut milk is allowed." I thought I would buy an instant at the stall ahead of the road.

"Yes, the important coconut milk" he said again.

"Alright, coconut milk and coconut milk. The important coconut milk is okay." I stepped away.

"Cowl!." I grumbled as I walked outside.

"What did you say, wry!."

Well, his hearing is great. I just whispered she heard it.

"Dear, it's a wry orange." I chuckle at the orange in my hand.

"You want, baby." I put an orange in my hand.

He shook his head, I was relieved. Because if he wants to taste the orange I eat, then he'll know that I'm lying.