My Dear Fussy Husband
Advice from Sister-in-law

Today the Guard is still on a teaching holiday. So he can stay all day at home. However, it felt a bit awkward to be at his wife's house. Because the Guard itself is not too familiar with the Nadin family.

This morning after breakfast, Garda sat on a bench in Nadin's yard. Nadin was in the kitchen with his mother and sister-in-law. I don't know what the three women are doing.

"Coffee, Gar," bargained Dikta who came from behind.

The automatic guard looked up. Looking at Dikta's face at a glance. "I don't have a coffee, ma'am," replied the Guard.

Dikta chuckled lightly hearing the Guard's reply. "Just relax, consider me Dikta play you first," said Dikta casually. The sucking of black coffee made by his wife slowly. His eyes continued to stare inwards towards the Guard.

"Gue initially hesitated about marrying my sister" Dikta said, breaking the silence.

The Guard looked at Dikta with a questionable look. "Why?"

"You never used to have Nadin. Until the cry of the man. Uh, you know even lo marry," Dikta explained back to review the past.

"That's, right, first. Still small," the Guard replied.

"What if now?" tanya Dikta fishing.

Garda stared at the unsightly expanse of ornamental plants. Again he found absolutely no answer to the question concerning Nadin.

"May I tell you a little?" Dikta's question made her sister-in-law look at her with a curious look.

Dikta went back to drinking his coffee. Take a breath to start telling stories. "Lo knows, Gar, Nadin likes it as much as childhood. And I'm sure after 10 years he still likes the same elo. Therefore, Nadin is not at all conflicted with this matchmaking. Because being able to deket the same elo is his dream," said Dikta at length.

He stared at the face of the Guard who was also staring at him. Highlight his eyes sharp with a stern face. While the Guard stared at Dikta with his flat face.

"Gue knows what your position is. I was in Elo's position, too, Gar. Marry someone I don't like at all" Dikta said. Considering he and Rere were also betrothed.

"But now I have two children" continued Dikta with a light laugh.

"Lo's also being fooled?" ask the Guard to make sure. This time, the conversation was made somewhat relaxed.

Dikta nodded at a glance. "Persis same elo. Fooled and no chance to approach let alone refuse."

"At that time I felt a lot of pain in my marriage," said Dikta while controlling to return to the past.

"Every day that I feel like I'm just sick, I don't like my wife. Every one in the house is not comfortable. I just want to be angry. Whatever he does is always wrong in my eyes" continued Dikta again.

"Lo know what it's because?" tanya Dikta made the Guard shake.

"Because I don't know the meaning of gratitude," said Dikta slowly but felt so piercing.

"Gue always looked at Rere's bad side. Because from the beginning I didn't like this match. All the good things that Rere did I didn't consider. My heart is closed that way. Because from the beginning I didn't want to learn Nerima Rere. I was not grateful to have him at that time," said Dikta began to tell his love story with his wife.

Garda was quiet enough to listen to every speech of his brother-in-law. Making Dikta come back to telling stories.

"Highly, when I saw Rere crying in the kitchen, diem" continued Dikta. The young doctor raised his head. Remembering that moment made him feel so guilty towards his wife.

"At that time I just refused his cooking," continued Dikta. "Feel my favorite that he made himself. I know he can't cook."

"I felt so guilty then. I don't know why I could be so sad about Rere. It was the first time I saw Rere cry. And she cried because of her husband. At first I hesitated to get him. Make him talk. But, to go ninggalin Rere again I don't have the heart."

"Keep lo samperin him?" ask the Guard who is starting to be curious.

"Gue samperin him. But, amazingly he immediately pretended not to be okay. Even though his eyes look so swollen," explained Dikta again.

"And you can come to your senses right after that?" asked the Guard making Dikta nod.

"What makes you sober?"

Dikta laughed considering the moment at the beginning of their marriage. Where she and Rere hugged each other for the first time. Listening to Rere's grievance turned out to be extremely painful from the woman's point of view.

"And are you all right?" ask Garda. Don't expect the man to ask with a curious face. His flat face was still faithful to wear.

"Yes, at first I still felt awkward. But, about 2 weeks later Rere was pregnant with my son. Be bucin until child two," kekeh Dikta.

The Guard prides itself on hearing the words of Dikta. "Lo that's when your relationship is the same he's not good?" ask the confused Guard.

Dikta nodded in response. "Majib" he replied with a laugh.

"Crazy. She wants!?" asked the Guard still in his shock.

Dikta nodded confidently. "Infant, how patient a woman can be if she loves us" said Dikta proudly.

"It is sure that he likes the same elo," cried the Guard.

"Concure me! Who can resist my charm," said Dikta confidently.

Dikta immediately patted the shoulder of the Guard as soon as he realized his venting session was over. "Lo know, right, what my story means?" tanya Dikta. Do not let the Guard can not take the wisdom of the long story earlier.

"Yes" answered the Guard.

"Gue did not want Nadin to get bad behavior from her husband. Because I know you must also understand that I am rasain, Gar," said Dikta full of affirmation.

The Guard nodded in understanding. His mind was going to be wide open. Wouldn't it be very painful if Nadin got bad treatment from him.

"Nadin is very cheerful. He can be what he is if he is comfortable with someone. I hope you can always accept wherever Nadin will be," said Dikta while patting the Guard.

"Yes," replied the makeshift Guard.

"If you get sick with Nadin I will mix a little with your household," said Dikta with a sharp look.

"Yes," the Guard replied again.

"It's not just me!" tegur Dikta Gemas's. Long ago also with the behavior of his sister-in-law.

"Yes," he replied intending to mock Dikta.

"It may be joking but the face is slab," grumbled Dikta.

"Care," the Guard replied with an arrogant face.

Dikta head bobbles. Surprised by the nature of the Guard that makes no difference. Always flat and do not like pleasantries.

"Gar," call Dikta seriously. The guard raised one eyebrow in response.

"On my story just now don't tell anyone, huh? It's an internal secret. I told you about my household as well as being able to make lessons so that you do not hurt my sister," said Dikta at length.

"It's at least I gotipin with Nadin," replied the Guard casually.

"Don't, lah! Shame me!" ban Dikta. His face shriveled.

"Yes-yes," the Guard responded.

Dikta patted the Guard's shoulder again. The man is seen taking his coffee cup which was originally on the table. "Get in first me. Says the boys later," said Dikta using his son as an excuse.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Jaga Nadin, yes, Gar. Make Nadin happy more than Abah does." The last sentence of Dikta made the Guard reflect for the umpteenth time.