My Sweet Leaning Husband
Eat from your hands

“Sorry, we've tu-tup.”

Orion spoke without noticing who had entered the cafe, to the surprise of seeing who had come.

Cheryl was standing in the doorway, wearing regular clothes and a sweater.

“I just want to pick you up,” Cheryl said with a faint smile on her face.

Orion thinks it's a customer, but there's a lid label on the door, but it turns out it's his wife, making Orion finally embarrassed and awkward.

“Why did you come here? Why not just rest?” ask Orion because Cheryl came there, but the night was getting late and it was ten o'clock more.

“I couldn't sleep, so decided to pick you up,” Cheryl replied still looking awkward when talking to Orion.

Bima had just finished cleaning the back, to see Orion and Cheryl who were talking at the door.

“Yon!” call Bima.

Orion looked over and saw his friend.

“I do my job for a while, you sit anywhere that is comfortable,” Orion told Cheryl.

Cheryl nodded, then chose a sofa seat near the door.

Orion approached Bima who was behind the cashier table, while Bima was seen watching Cheryl who was now sitting waiting for Orion.

“Customer? You didn't say that we were closed,” said Bima when Orion had approached him.

“That's my wife,” Orion replied casually. He then re-wiped the unresolved table.

“What?” Bima glared at Orion's reply.

“Your wife is bule? Daebak!” Bima.

“The mother was French, the father continued Indonesia. He was since childhood in Indonesia, even Indonesian citizenship,” Orion explained.

“Wah ... did not expect.” Bima was amazed, then looked towards Cheryl, just as the woman was also staring at them. Bima also commented a smile and nodded to greet him.

Cheryl noticed Orion and Bima, then nodded and smiled faintly as Bima nodded.

“Not your wife is pregnant, this is very late, it is not good for pregnant women exposed to the night wind. There you go home first, the rest let me settle,” said Bima very understanding to Orion.

“You're serious?” ask Orion to make sure.

“Yes, let me do the rest,” replied Bima while encouraging Orion to leave.

“It's done?” cheryl asked as she saw Orion walking up to her.

Orion nodded with a smile on his lips. Cheryl stood up, then took Orion out to the car parked in the cafe yard.

“You've had dinner?” ask Cheryl as the two walk towards the car.

“You?” Orion asked back.

Cheryl stopped walking, then shook her head slowly.

“What time is it? Why not eat?” Orion is shocked and panicked to learn that Cheryl has not eaten.

“So I only ate fruit because I was not hungry, but now I am hungry,” Cheryl said while putting on a spoiled facial expression.

“What do you want to eat? We buy all the way home,” Orion said because it is impossible to let his wife starve in the middle of the night.

“I want grilled fish, just saw the seller on the side of the road look good,” Cheryl said while pointing to the seller who is not far from the cafe where Orion works.

Orion smiles, then complies with Cheryl's wishes. They left the car in front of the cafe, then walked to the tent stall that Cheryl referred.

Arriving there, Orion immediately ordered grilled fish for Cheryl, while he himself preferred fried with sweet sour seasoning.

“It looks good,” Cheryl said staring at Orion's sweet sour sauce fried fish.

They sat side by side, Cheryl seemed to swallow looking at Orion's menu.

“You want to try?” Orion.

Cheryl nodded spoiled, certainly not going to turn down her husband's offer.

Orion takes the fish meat using a spoon, then feeds it to Cheryl. The woman opened her mouth, let her husband feed, then enjoyed the savory fish meat mixed with sweet and sour spices that are very delicious.

“You again?” ask Orion so attentive.

“Yes, this is delicious,” replied Cheryl.

Finally Orion did not eat sweet sour fish because it was fed to Cheryl. He continued to look at the face of the wife, it was true that Joya said, Cheryl was very spoiled even continued to ask for bribes even though she could eat alone. However, of course Orion does not mind because he likes to feed the wife.

“I love to eat from your hands,” Cheryl said as she widened her smile at the sight of the fish on the plate running out.

“Why? Does my hand have the power to make the food I hold so delicious,” as good as Orion.

Cheryl chuckles, before then nods and replies, “ Anyway I like to eat from your hands.”