
Zaara was looking through the sky above her apartment room. While waiting for her husband who was cleaning himself, she looked anxiously at the clouds that looked cloudy. The girl had already appeared neatly with maroon and orange abstract motif hijab. The plan was that morning they would go to a shopping center in the city to buy some incomplete home necessities.
Arsene went into the room still with a towel wrapped around his waist. Seeing his wife looking out the window, he approached.
“What's outside?” tanyanya took a look.
“Outside it's cloudy, it's going to rain!” said Zaara.
“Ooh. Maybe it will rain during the day,” he replied casually.
Arsene took her perfume and sprayed it on her body. As their room cramped, Zaara coughed.
“How much is the package!” the girl's protest closed her nose.
“And you like?!”
“Yes no gini also times!” Zaara came out of her room shaking her hand.
“My armpits just get kissed, wkwk!” taunting Arsene to his wife.
Zaara just throbbed.
Before long, Arsene was neat and handsome in his casual suit wearing jeans and a dark navy t-shirt.
“Yuk departs!” bring Arsene.
The atmosphere on the streets looks lonely. Maybe because the weather is cloudy wind so not many people decide to go out. Arsene felt cold carrying his bike, he regretted not wearing his jacket. Similarly, Zaara, even though she was wearing her inner dress plus a wool jacket, still the morning temperature was so cold. The girl tightened her embrace on her husband's waist.
“Cold, Honey?” arsene shouted in the motor.
“Iya!”
Arsene's cold left hand, stroking and holding his wife's hand. They are both cold. Fortunately the central store of goods supplies was not far away, so they had already arrived there 15 minutes later.
The plan is they will look for non-stick pans, stainless pans, and plastic containers that they do not already have. Arsene instructed his wife to focus on buying the item only according to their needs, so that the spending budget was not deviated. The girl assures him, Arsene is getting tighter and tighter in control of finances. Sometimes he gets upset by himself. Fortunately, Arsene still allows him to spend his own needs or use his work money to buy what he wants. Although sometimes, Arsene always preach in order for him to buy what is needed, not what is desired.
Zaara looked at the non-sticky wok that was on the shelf. There are many types and sizes, also the price varies depending on the specifications. She asked Arsene to choose it, because her husband must know better which quality items for her kitchen equipment.
“This is all!” Arsene thrusts out a non-stick frying pan of medium diameter.
“Awet no?” ask Zaara.
“Hopefully. When viewed from the price, it should be durable.”
“Ya already!”
They switch to looking for stainless pans that are famous for their strong, durable, and easy to clean quality. Arsene again recommended the item. Just one more thing. Zaara saw a row of plastic containers of various sizes and brands. He is more interested in a set of containers containing 20 pcs at one price. That way he doesn't have to search anymore.
Suddenly Zaara saw a stainless plate shelf, she remembered that she did not yet have a plate rack in her apartment.
“Abang, can buy it not?” Zaara pointed at a small stainless plate shelf.
“How much to focus on?!” pinta Arsene friendly.
“But we don't have one yet, I put a wet plate on the top shelf of that little sink. It would stack up with other stuff.”
“Emang not fit?” ask Arsene.
“Cload anyway, but so ugly it looks because of the irregular piles!”
“Means I also what to list before leaving!”
“Yes but it's new now!” zaara protest pouting.
Arsene breathed. “Yes, beware if you add more!”
Zaara smiled, “thank you, Brother Darling!” she poked her husband's cheek and took one of the small dish shelves to put next to the wash basin of her kitchen cabinet.
They paid for all the items that had been purchased and immediately returned to their residence, as it seemed that the sky was getting darker only.
“Yuk cepet, want to rain like it!” exclaimed Arsene put stuff on top of his motor tank.
“Payah ih bring goods use motor Abang mah!” zaara's complaint is trouble.
Zaara was overwhelmed with the goods, but only four were in number. He flanked it between his body and Arsene's. She had to hold it, as well as hold the item placed in front of her husband's body. The motor drove, splitting the quiet and windy streets.
Soft spatter vegetables began to fall carried by the blowing wind. Zaara covered the glass of her helmet that she had opened. Over time, the rain grew with the strong wind.
“Nanggung, just rain? Let me spit nyampe!” arsene shouted from the front.
“Iya!”
Although the raindrops are small, but because the wind is quite strong and the volume is large, the rain is increasingly heavy. Just a few miles away, Arsene and Zaara arrive at his apartment. Arsene's clothes on the arm and front are soaked, as well as his pants. Just like Zaara, her arms and skirt were wet. He still holds his luggage.
Finally they arrived at the motor park of the apartment.
“Woooh!” Zaara got off her husband's motorcycle. The gameplay is completely soaked. She wagged her arms and skirt to reduce the dripping water. She also squeezed the bottom of her skirt. Splashes of rainwater mixed with sand attached to the robe.
Arsene saw the busyness of his wife who was also cold. He was no less wet, especially his shirt was not shaped and felt heavy by water.
“Come quickly, let's not get cold!” Arsene brought all his luggage, they ran together towards the lobby with raindrops.
“Where to get wet!” zaara said as she ran towards the elevator.
“Yes how else, when do you want to dry outside? There is clean cleaning service!”
They were finally able to ride the elevator, with raindrops that became traces on the floor.
Zaara reached into her bag to look for her room key. With trembling hands he managed to open the door of his room. Arsene put his luggage near the kitchen and immediately opened his clothes after locking the door.
“Live a shower!” exciting Arsene.
“Mandi again?!”
“Iya splashed water from the road, dirty!” the man who had undressed him.
Zaara took off all her clothes, picked up a towel and ran towards the bathroom. Arsene followed him later.
“I first!” zaara protested when her husband entered the bathroom.
“Baregan! I don't want to get cold!” arsene turned on the shower with warm water.
Zaara grunts.
Zaara laid her body in the blanket after dressing fully. His body still feels cold, he does not want his hypothermia to recur. Arsene saw his wife covered in blankets.
“Still cold?” tanyanya stood by the bed.
Zaara nodded behind the blanket. Arsene shook his head, he knew what to do. He joined behind a blanket, grabbed his body with his wife and clasped her hand tightly.
Zaara felt the warmth of her husband's body. Even her husband's chest was warm even though he had just taken a shower. The girl's hand crept into her husband's t-shirt, drowning his face above the chest of his field.
Arsene opened his shirt and went bare-chested under the covers. Zaara was astonished.
“You what are you?” ask the girl surprised.
“Mau angel-angetan. It's cold, right? A newborn baby immediately feels an angel after being placed on his mother's chest. Let her bonding get stronger, her love gets bigger!” arsene's light is convincing.
“Cepet open!” exciting Arsene.
“Miss!” zaara protests. “Mode aja you!”
“Yeh, thanks warmth do not want! Yes, I want to watch TV!” Arsene is just about to move on, suddenly Zaara is holding him back.
Arsene held back his laughter, and again curled up in the blanket after his wife followed his orders.
“Why smile?” zaara asked, looking at her husband's face.
“Nothing!”
Arsene pulled his wife's body to stick together. It is true, the heat spread throughout their bodies, immediately felt warm and comfortable. Even Zaara almost fell asleep because of the drowsiness, but it did not last long, because the man in front of her even touched something that made her body surprised, curved and make a sound.
It turned out that the warmth continued to get hotter.
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