My Dear Fussy Husband
The Ruckus in the Morning

This morning the couple looked busy with their respective activities. Due to his long activities last night, Garda and Nadin woke up rather late. Be, the two of them finished their activities rather hastily.

"Geez! Make omelet aja kok gosong," muttered Nadin sebal. Just left to make chocolate milk for Garda only the eggs have been charred.

The girl decided to cook another egg. Fortunately, kale vegetables and fried chicken for her husband's provisions are ready.

"Nadine!" call the Guard from inside the room. Hearing the call made Nadin immediately run small towards his room. He thinks there must be something important.

"What, Mas?" nadin asked when he got to his room.

The Guard immediately looked at Nadin with a hostile face. The man pointed towards the bed. Where Nadin's basak towel lay there.

"This habit of yours! Wet towels are placed carelessly," said the Guard.

Nadin sighed softly. The woman approached her husband. "Died taken, right? Why call me. Kirain what's going on" Nadin said. His hand took his pink towel.

"Every day I take it. Long-long habit," replied the Guard. The man turned towards the closet. Because it was a bit rushed so Nadin did not have time to get her husband's clothes.

While Nadin chose to bring his towel to the bathroom. His intention has not been fulfilled. The voice of the Guard returned to suppress Nadin's activities.

"Which white shirt is my shirt?" ask Garda. His burly hands tried to find the existence of the white shirt but nil.

"There, Mas. Slow down the way," said Nadin.

"Carein, Nad! It's gonna be late" Garda said, shuffling his wet hair. This morning the Guard had a meeting with some officials at the university where he was teaching. And coincides with those who wake up. Of course, that drained his patience.

"Nad find! It's seven o'clock more, loh, this!" said the Guard again.

"Bentar Dana! This, right, hang a towel first" replied Nadin. The woman ran towards the Guard. Start taking over to find the whereabouts of the white cloth.

But unfortunately the items sought do not appear. Nadin immediately looked up at the Guard with a pias smile. While the Guard further sharpened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" ask Garda who was answered by his wife. "And I told you that today I wear a white shirt" muttered the Guard. The man received a grey shirt which Nadin thrust out.

"Wear this. Similar to a little color," said Nadin slowly. "It looks like the white ones haven't come to the iron, deh, Mas," said Nadin. Remembering yesterday only a few clothes that he had ironed.

"Yes, I told you from the afternoon. I will be presented later to wear white clothes," explained Garda. The man was still loyal to his unfriendly face.

"Lagian yesterday also Mas Dana who took night worship. If not, right, my work is in order," replied Nadin felt not to blame. "I'm ironing when it's that."

"No need. Wear this," said the Guard. The man then began his preparations again.

Nadin sighed in annoyance. The woman immediately returned to the kitchen to finish her activities. Just walking a few steps Nadin was made aghast to see the smoke billowing in the frying pan.

The girl refkeks screeching calling her husband. The frantic guard immediately ran over with the newly worn socks next door.

"Oh God!" said the Guard with a panicked face. The man hurriedly took a table cloth. Wet it with tap water, then throw the wet cloth over the pan that started to emit fire.

The Guard scratched his head violently. His gaze then looked at Nadin with increasingly thinning patience. "That's so fucked up, you!" snapped Guard.

Nadin poked his lips with a face. "Sorry, the brother was Mas Dana called me," said Nadin slowly.

The guard clucked. It's been bad luck, wrong costume, and now there's a little fire scene. It was a morning full of exams.

While his emotions can be controlled. The Guard chose to return to the room to finish his preparations. While Nadin starts to take care of the mess he made.

The girl looked at her two shaking hands. It's a little overrated. His chest felt tight when he got a clash from the Guard. Even if it was because of his own fault.

"I'm leaving" said the Guard, who had just exited the room.

"No breakfast!?" shouted Nadin. The girl hastily picked up the container of provisions that had been ready since. Following in the footsteps of the Guard who walked towards the exit with large strides.

"The bag," said Nadin when he was at the door.

Garda received a supply container given by Nadin. His eyes highlighted the clear eyes that were looking in the shade towards him.

"I don't like it the least when there is a commotion early in the morning like this," Garda said with a flat face.

"Yes, Mas, sorry," said Nadin in a regretful tone. Nadin then kissed the back of the Guard's soft hand.

"I'm leaving" said the Guard and then resumed his steps.

Nadin stared at her husband's empty back. The girl held onto her cold forehead this morning. Though usually the Guard will peek short of his forehead.

...

The Guard stared intently at the grown man who had just entered his room. Rivan immediately put on a smile to melt the atmosphere.

"Direct digosipin lo, Gar, because of the wrong costume," said Rivan. The man sat in front of the Guard. Their position became faced with the Guard desk as a limitation.

"It's a good thing you're doing a mantep presentation, Gar! If it's not good, I'm ashamed of you" joked Rivan.

The guard still had a flat face. The man chose to open the door from his wife. He skipped lunch because he had to take care of some important documents.

"Lo's wife always brings provisions, yes, Gar," said Rivan laden with envy. "Bini I boro-boro bawain. Cook it never," continued the man.

"Thankful that someone wants to be the same you," said Guard right pierced the heart of his friend.

"So sadistic, tuh, mouth," ketus Rivan. "But, yes, I can understand Nabila, lah," muttered Rivan making Garda put on a face full of questions.

"But he is now! Morning to afternoon practice. Sometimes there are consuls. My amazement, his behavior," said Rivan at length.

"What practice? A shaman?" ask Garda.

Rivan kicked the Guard's leg from under the table. "Lo's son!" jolt the man.

"Doctor huh?" ask the Guard to make sure. He remembers a few of the photos that were profiled in the short message app by Rivan. Where the man appeared dashing in a black suit while his wife looked charming in a white suit.

Rivan shook his head in response. The man took the phone out of his pants pocket. "What, the hell, is that the usual horrifying curses of people?" rivan asked confusedly.

Garda bit the chicken breast that Nadin brought. The man fell silent trying to understand Rivan's intentions. "Psychologist?" ask Garda doubtfully.

"Well, Yeah! Psychologist, like," replied Rivan.

The Guard suddenly looked at Rivan with a serious face. "Is your wife really a psychologist?" ask the Guard to make sure.

"Yes, Iah!" answer Rivan gemas. "What about nanya-naya?" ask the man.

"No papa," jswab Garda cuek.

The guard was silent for a moment. Enjoying the provisions that Nadin brought made Garda think of his beautiful wife. Honestly, he has not been calm since. Garda admitted this morning he was too late for Nadin.

Just because of a trivial matter he constantly scolded Nadin. It even ended up yelling at his woman.

The Guard also feared that his treatment had injured Nadin. There is a sense of worry that the Guard is quiet. What if again Nadin felt alone and depressed. What if his wife would hurt him again.

"Van," call the Guard.

"What?" rivan asked with a curious face. "Would you ask me how to ask my wife again?" rivan accusation.

"No! I'm a pinter," replied the Guard with a haughty face.

"Seriously!? Chronological spill dong, sis!" ledek Rivan made Garda crackle.

"Gue wants to ask this seriously!" the Garda sebal.

"What a quarry" said Rivan.

Garda looked at his best friend's face with a serious look. Of course, it made Rivan curious. "Buruan, woi!" rivan's orders are starting to get anxious.

"Lo ever get angry with your wife?" ask Garda.

Rivan immediately frowned in surprise at the Guard's question. "Abis angratin Nadin, nih, definitely," recused Rivan who was unfortunately on target.

The guard nodded. His serious face slowly loosened. The man put a slashing face in front of Rivan. "Where is it good?" ask the ambiguous Guard.

"What's the matter, huh?" rivan Goda.

"Sorry," replied the lazy Guard.

"Yes, just say sorry! Beres!" reply Rivan with a relaxed face.

"That's doang?" ask the plain guard.

Rivan let out a rough breath. This time it was Rivan's turn to look at his friend with a serious face. "Here let Nadin be my second wife. Kasian has a dorky husband," said Rivan who is of course just a joke. How could he possibly wish for Nabila. While his love is one hundred percent for the beautiful woman.

"Gue kill you!" sentak Garda with a fierce face.