My wife Bad Girl
Fifty Three

This morning Micah was busy packing in his room. After the gray-gray medium-sized suitcase had been filled with all his equipment, Micah dragged him slowly out of the room.

Afterwards, Micah knocked on her husband's bedroom door.

"His husband? But how is his sleep still miserly?" Micah sat down and laughed without a sound. Funny to think too. Until when will this be, he does not know. I am ashamed to be near Rome.

The man understood that Micah was not yet ready, so Rome kept her distance from her. In fact, Rome allowed Micah to sleep in different rooms so that the girl could sleep soundly.

Though in fact Micah felt guilty half-dead all night.

Her mind continues to condemn her as a wife who does not know herself. He is cruel and has no heart. Less good than a Roman for himself. Until at any time will not have the same opportunity again, get a super nice and almost perfect man like Rome.

Even the man is able to maintain the heart and sanctity of marriage by rejecting the beautiful and smart Muslim women who ask for love. Even with pride the man recognized himself as a wife.

But Micah realized that he was very far from the woman who was rejected by Rome at that time.

Micah was still hanging his fist that was about to knock on the door. Her tears fell as she thought about her actions and her attitude toward Rome.

Since last night his heart has been at war. The adult and teenage sides continue to argue. His adult body requested that Micah accept all fate and ordered himself to begin his duties as wife. However, the selfish corner in his heart taught the opposite.

Micah took his breath to calm his heart and his head. He had been quite tired of hearing the debates on both sides of his heart since last night.

Today he has to have fun and start a relationship to be closer to Roma and his family.

Toktok!

Micah knocked on the door twice, before long the door opened and displayed a man who looked very charming in both of Micah's eyes.

"Oh my God, why is he so cute this morning?"mikha's mind was gobsmacked.

"You ready? Where's the suitcase?" roma asked ignoring the look of terpsona from his wife.

Micah who gasped pointed at him.

"Where?" ask Roma again in wonder. Because Micah pointed at the empty place.

"I–tu ..," said Micah hanging while pointing in the wrong direction.

"Eh there it turns out," Micah said next again pointing to the direction where the suitcase he put.

"If you're ready, let's go now" take Roma.

"Well, you're done packing too?" micah asked astonished that it was still quite early in the morning. And she intends to pack all her husband's needs to be there.

"Here you don't have to think of me. Semelem slept well, right? Because you have to be fit today" Roma said again.

"Yes dong, I'm a good bobo" Micah replied lying. Time yes he wants to honestly say that the whole night rolled around not clear until the early morning.

The selfish side of women, of course, forbids telling the truth. Remember our image, our self-worth.

"Sorry, Brother. Micah should have helped to pack. But I was busy myself" Micah said regretfully.

"Why so he keeps the hell apologizing. I thought it was getting worse" Micah's inner self, who could only smile, responded to her husband's objections.

"Yes already. We will have breakfast at the airport. Gapapa right," said Roma again.

"Yes Brother. It is better to come early than late" answered Micah who understood. That's why his foot immediately stepped into the kitchen and approached the refrigerator. At this time Micah took some sweet bread and biscuits to prop his stomach up later during the trip which would probably take as long as an hour in the car.

"Don't forget to bring mineral water, Micah. Two bottles are enough" Rome said from the door. Then the man came out with two medium-sized suitcases on his right and left hands.

"Sir, let Micah take it upon himself" Micah's unbearable pinta saw Rome in a fuss while he was still.

"Sorry, actually our clothes can only be one suitcase. But it's okay, I understand" Roma said, handing the suitcase over to Micah.

"This is his bag?" the Roman Pinta who saw Micah also carried a snack in a cloth bag.

"This observation that makes me geez, long time not this strong, too" inwardly Micah.

All the attention of Rome was small and simple but very evident in Micah's little heart. It is the added value of all his other good.

Micah tried to follow his heart, not against all kinds of justifications on one side, but against the other.

The two of them got out of the apartment in a luxury car carried by Rome.

On the way, who had not been hit by this traffic jam Micah took out a sweet cheese sandwich. He intended to fill his stomach so as not to catch a cold.

"Well, that. The stomach is not empty. Pinter. I forgot to make a meal" said Rome, who was glad that Micah was not ashamed to eat with a bite.

"Oh yeah, I haven't had breakfast yet. Wantsome? Uhhuh?" Micah offered a whole loaf of bread and it was still wrapped. Roma laughed and shook their heads.

"No need, Micah. I'm driving again. Let me hold this hungry until I get to the airport later" Roma said.

"Oh yeah, she's driving again. That means I have to ...?"

"Yes, open his mouth!" tell Micah while offering a piece of bread with his finger.

Rome smiled happily before she opened her mouth and devoured the piece of bread that was in her mouth.

Along the way they had breakfast. Enough with bread and mineral water.

Micah fed her husband to a medium-sized loaf of bread. "Sister, please slow down the speed of the car, and drink first," Micah said, propping the lip of a bottle of bottled mineral water with a straw on it.

How happy Rome was at the time of getting attention and service like this from the barbarian girl who had been indifferent half-dead to him. His presence, even his deeds.

But now he could slowly see the change in Micah and be grateful for it as a sign of God's love for him.

"Thank you, sweet Micah. Now my stomach is full. God willing, strong drive up to the airport," said Roma still with a soft tone that can make Micah's nose caping kembis because of blushing.

Uh, shouldn't I be blushing her cheeks?

...Seriate...