MY FORMER DARK LOVER
In sickness continue to serve the husband

Weak body due to pain, makes me have to lie in bed a little longer. Dizziness in the head is no longer held back for the pain. The drug is so strong contain drowsiness, making the body continues to be closed in sheets until it does not feel the night has come.

Brok ... broc, the sound of the door being knocked rough.

"Jihan .. jihan, wake you up!" The voice of Mas Bayu called.

"Yes, Mom!" reply camp.

"Astagfirullah, what is this?" I was angry in my heart.

Brok ... broc, the sound of the door just kept being knocked hard by the husband.

"Yes .. yes, Mas. Just a minute."

By limping weakly, now the feet are trying to get close to the door.

"What's up, Mom?" ask when I open the door.

"What's up ... What's up?" resounding.

"Didn't you see! I'm tired of coming home from work, huh!" angry glaring.

"Yes, I know." The head was down, not daring to look at his face, which now had emotions.

"Know .. know. Lha, go where .. where's the food for dinner. What not look! On the table eating empty is nothing." His anger sounded horrified as his teeth grumbled against each other.

"Sorry, Mas. I haven't cooked because I'm sick."

"Sorry .. sorry. It's good to apologize."

"Now, cook it there. I'm dying from not eating at all."

"Iii .. Yes, Mas."

"Don't answer, yes. The splinter there make it."

"Don't even just begong here," snapped the husband increasingly become-so.

"Good, Mas."

Dizziness and a crumbling body no longer ignored, because if not obeyed the wishes of the husband surely he will do rough.

Satria is still in this house, it doesn't feel good until she knows if we have a commotion in the household later.

Hands trying to find the remaining ingredients in the refrigerator. There were only a few cabbage and eggs. Then the hands shifted trying to look at the rice cooker, to see if there was still any rice.

"Alhamdulillah, there are still turns. Hopefully, the Bayu mas will not be angry if I cook fried rice," a heart murmur that has been a little relieved.

Spatula is now ready to stir the rice and some of the ingredients of the mixture that had been cut into pieces. Seasonings from garlic, onions and chili sliced, not spared also as a mixture.

Husband likes cooking fried rice using soy sauce rather than sauces. Now cook all the fast paced, sliced all without pounding the season first. I hope it feels the same as usual. As a result of limp on the body, it feels lazy just just menggulek the spice.

"Come, Jihan. It's been what hasn't. Lelet is very cooked," cried the husband.

"Yes .. yes, Mas. It's ready."

"Not wearing it long bring it here. Just be careful if long, do you want your husband to die of hunger, because the wife is not able to serve," he said, which sounded annoying again.

"This ... This, Mas. is ready." By walking a little run around, now the fried rice is ready to be brought near the husband, who is sitting at the dining table.

"Let's hurry, get me a drink too. Cook the food there is no drink. Do I want to be sprained to death later," he ordered impatiently.

"Yes, Mas. Hold on, I'll get you."

Half of the running now went to the kitchen, to immediately obey what the husband asked.

"Here, Mas." It didn't take long to take what he ordered.

It turned out that Mas Bayu wanted to drink water first, before tasting the food I made super lightning earlier. My face was worried, because I was afraid if my husband did not like.

Bruuus, rice has been sprayed on my stomach, when Mas Bayu just one mouthful tasting.

"Astagfirullah, Mum!" My shock that immediately wiped and threw away the rice stuck in the face.

"What ... what, huh! You want to protest," he said as challenging.

"No, my mom."

"You can cook anything, anyway. This goat-like food is served with the husband. Basic useless woman. It's melting everything, cooking this easily is not so bad," hinaanya that makes my heart more sad.

"I don't want to know, you are sick or faint, which is clear if you want to serve the right husband, do not just care to give food. Do you want to ask both of our parents, if you are not good at taking care of husband, let us later be able to separate soon, huh!" The talk of husband.

The head could only shake strongly while bowing, for it did not agree with his words just now. It feels very eager to mewek, but as hard as I can resist so as not to say a crybaby woman.

"What the hell are these noisy nights?" The voice of Satria suddenly came towards us.

"Acity .. hmmm. There's nothing, really!" answer husband relax.

"If there's nothing, why would Mas Bayu talk to Jihan kayak so snapped?" ask Satria kepo.

"Where is. You heard the wrong time earlier," concluded Mas Bayu.

"I haven't slept, even in my room.

Where may my ears be deaf" replied Satria who did not want to lose.

"What's wrong with Jihan's face? How's the rice?" Point Satria's finger at my face.

"Ooh, here. It's nothing, Kok. Just wanted to taste the food I made for Bayu mas, but spilled when shocked suddenly had sneezed, so inevitably spilled sprayed on the face," I answered lying.

"Emm, that's right!" Mas Bayu confirmed with a relaxed face.

"Ooh, that's it."

"Then why don't you eat now, Mom!" Satria's weirdness when fried rice is untouched.

"Oh, I'm eating, really."

"Look!" Mas Bayu this time ate his rice with a fake smile, which is pretending to be delicious to eat it.

"Alhamdulillah, it turns out that my struggle was not in vain to cook. Thank you Satria, you have saved me from the anger of my husband," Netra has already glanced at Satria with a hidden smile.

"Today I have twice been indebted to you, Satria. God willing, I will not forget this service of yours," a delighted mutter.

Mas Bayu's face was grim, holding back the taste of the slightly unpleasant food. Because there was Satria he just kept pretending to like the food. It feels guilty to also serve the husband not well, when he is hungry but I am not becus.

"Master than why are these nights asking for food? Don't know if Jihan was sick" Satria said.

"You know, but I'm hungry."

"Lha, at work, I haven't eaten yet, what?" added brother.

"No chance, because there's a lot of work."

"Ooh, so. But you should respect Jihan too, because she's sick from exhaustion working or cleaning up for this house." Satria was really chatty once in her mouth this time.

"You know what, about our household affairs. If Jihan's sick it's her own business, because she can't keep her body condition."

"But, Mom."

"Hes, you're a lot of nonsense, Satria. Eat until no more tasteful now."

Klotek, the husband had firmly slammed the spoon into his plate.

"I'm sorry Satria, Mas. He did not mean to say so," I said so that the situation did not add runyam, by holding the husband's arm so as not to be breezed away.

"Aaah, stop. Mood is gone."

"Now just throw the rice in the trash or the chicken. I'm going to sleep instead of listening to your poor babble" My husband slammed my hand and now he really wants to go.

A tinge of disappointment has returned, it feels like my efforts were in vain and not appreciated at all. In a state of pain still trying to give the best, but still always blamed.

"I'm sorry, Jihan. As a result of my uncontrolled mouth, you get angry by the Bayu mas."

"It's okay. I hope you can understand it, because the nature of the husband is so."

"Yes, I know. But I'm still sorry."

"Yes, not pa-pa."

"Yes, already. You rest again, your condition has not really recovered it. Lookie! The face still looks pale."

"eeh, yes. Thanks for your attention. Then excuse me first to clean up the former Bayu mas meal earlier."

"Ooh, yeah. Please."

When Satria was finished drinking water, I was still struggling with the kitchen work, to wash the tools that finished cooking earlier. All the pain in the body I'm holding back. If the state of the house is too dirty, it must again be sprayed with scolding husband again.