My wife's a fraud
Make Breakfast

Arki added some spice to his cooking. Not sure how much salt and flavoring to put. Just based on instincts and estimates that don't seem so precise. I don't know.

He rarely touches kitchen utensils, even cooking food. In addition to brewing instant noodles or boiling eggs, Arki never did anything else in that place. The kitchen is clean and it is still new since we first moved into this house a year ago.

Only Gita has ever worn it, and even his wife has made the kitchen, which was never touched, very lively. Every day the smoke and aroma of cooking billowed there. Some of the cookware and items that Arki did not know of function also increased.

Gita also bought a collection of glass boxes with wooden lids to store various types of pasta, spices, and other materials to be neatly arranged. He used the kitchen as he should.

Unfortunately, today the Gita is absent touching the kitchen. Since yesterday closed his bedroom and not willing to go out. Their quarrel yesterday made Gita shut himself up until morning. Though usually he was busy moving nimble to make breakfast.

Arki, who had been heavily dependent on Gita cuisine for a month, felt very lost and of course starved. His stomach which was never late to be fed, now rang loudly. Until 08:00 Gita did not appear from his room.

With his knowledge of the world of cooking, Arki tried to make fried rice and omelet. Simple breakfast menu that in fact still has to be arki cheat from videos on the internet so as not to cook wrong. The goal is to coax Gita out of her nest. I apologize for what he did yesterday.

“You said to mom that I'm pregnant?” said Gita suddenly from behind Arki.

His face looked angry, his hands clenched, and he looked messy. Her long hair was sticking out tangled with careless eyes. Gita's been crying all night and it's Arki's fault.

“Iya, yesterday mother phone. I keep telling you that you're pregnant. We've been married for a month, right? So it's okay mom knows. Later he feels strange if suddenly see your stomach enlarged,” replied Arki calmly. Take a quick glance at the still-excited Gita, then refocus herself on cooking breakfast.

“Why should I say now anyway, Ki?”

“Loh, not now is the right time to say?”

No. gabe. For Gita now is the worst time to tell those lies to her in-laws. Last night, Gita devised a plan to make her pregnancy look like a miscarriage.

In the next few days, it is scheduled to come the month. She will pretend to have a miscarriage, after which ask for divorce from Arki. Life away from that shitty pervert guy. After all, all the debts are paid off. This means that Gita no longer has any interest to maintain her marital status.

But all his plans failed, after getting a message from his mother-in-law this morning, congratulating and lining up long prayers and wishes. The one thing that made Gita so upset and frustrated at the moment was that she could not bear to lie to the woman. Despite only getting to know her mother within a month, Gita loves her very much.

Her figure was like a mother that Gita had long been waiting for in life. Even Gita was very diligent in contacting and texting him. Initially it may be just imaging, over time there is affection.

They often tell stories, exchange news, send recipes, and mothers often give soothing advice. Although Gita hates Arki, but another if faced with his mother.

After the mother finds out about her pregnancy, which is of course just the lie, Gita does not know how to break away from her marriage to Arki. Surely the woman has been greatly inflated hope to pet the grandchild. Gita's little heart didn't have the heart to break it.

“Cobain my cooking!" arki said with a smile carrying a plate of fried rice and an omelet on it.

Gita who was sitting at the dining table, massaging her forehead due to stress and dizziness regarding her failed plan, immediately looked up at the man.

His face looked cheerful and carefree. As if nothing had ever happened to her yesterday. A brash man, who somehow touched and kissed her without permission.

Now he sat down before Gita, with sparkling eyes and a smile fixed on his lips never ending fading away. Waiting for Gita to bribe a spoonful of food she wholeheartedly made. Although reluctant because of his hatred for Arki, but Gita still reached for a spoon, eating a mouthful of food.

“Nak no?” arki said expectantly.

Gita chews for a while. “The fried rice is salty, the omelet has no taste,” replied Gita honestly gave an assessment.

Arki then scoops the fried rice as well. Sure enough, it tastes too salty. The sparkle of Arki's eyes instantly disappeared, as well as his smile which was now a sad arch. His body sagged on the chair in disappointment.

“I guess I am not a talent to cook, make fried rice like gini aja can not.”

“Ya anyan ngapain anyway make fried rice all. I know I can't cook. Can buy yellow rice in the front block of housing if hungry,” grumbled Gita.

“I wanted to make a special breakfast for you. Since you didn't eat, right?” said sad.

Gita just sighed. Strange, though he hates Arki, but seeing him look sad like a cat makes his heart not bear. But clearly he did not want to eat the salty fried rice. He might get high blood and get upset afterwards.

“Do not challenge you rich people yes, so you can throw food carelessly. Most of the fried rice is just salty non-toxic. It can still be fixed,” said Gita snatch the plate from Arki's hand.

He then brought it near the stove, which can be sure messy because used by Arki. Gita sighed for a moment, thinking about having to clean up the mess her husband made.

He noticed there was leftover rice yesterday that Arki did not use in the rice cooker, then started adding and re-cooking the fried rice that Arki made.

Not long after, fried rice that tastes destroyed has turned into a more pampering dish tongue. Thanks to a little Gita skill in cooking. Two servings of Gita fried rice serve at the dinner table.

“You haven't had breakfast, have you?” said Gita while sitting in the front seat of Arki.

“But.” Arki shook his head and smiled at Gita's behavior like that.

Very sweet. Although he was angry, but still noticed Arki. It felt, his heart was moved by such a simple treatment. Is there really no room for him to be devoured by the Gita?

The first mouthful of fried rice that Gita made went into her mouth, it felt much different from the one she made. It's very tasty. Even simple cooking and failing it, if it was repaired just a little bit would turn out to be amazing.

They eat without sound. Silent. No one wants to say anything. Arki is immersed in his admiration for the Gita, while the Gita is immersed in his hatred for the Ark. What a strange breakfast.

“Gita, I'm sorry for last night. Please don't tell me divorce is that easy. We can fix it,” said Arki trying to open the conversation after their plate was empty at the table.

The gita did not respond. He simply stared at the half-empty glass of cold water on the table with an annoyed look. Anger was still in his chest cavity.

“I know I was wrong. I don't understand how you felt about what happened that night. I also never knew how to be abused until my future was lost. But we're married now, Git. There are things that we have to finish, not even silenced and considered normal. You need me like how, so you can help me get rid of your trauma?”

“Away from me,” replied Gita no matter.

“Gita, Please. We are adults, how to solve the problem is not like this. Moreover, we are married, there must be a lot of talk with each other. Approved equally, so that we can continue to live to old age with our children.”

Gita turned her gaze from the glass towards Arki, who was now also looking fixedly at her. The kid? Which child does that mean? She has no reason whatsoever to maintain her marriage to Arki anymore. The mission is done. Time to get rid of his presence here. Although Gita's heart is gamang, because it is very afraid to disappoint her mother-in-law. Suddenly he felt so guilty and troubled.

“You know, Git? In this world there are many things that seem beyond repair. But when we try to fix something that looks broken, maybe it could be something different and valuable. Same thing with fried rice. I think it's because of the salinity that it can't be eaten anymore. But it can be repaired, the fried rice is really different and delicious. Our relationship can be like that, Git. I made a fatal mistake. I'm gonna fix it just like you. Maybe we can find ourselves a new person and our relationship becomes better.”

Gita leaned her back against the chair, closed her eyes, and thought. Does correcting mistakes and starting a better relationship also apply when the Gita reveals the truth to Arki? Should he say it? Does after learning that Gita is only pretending to be pregnant, Arki will forgive her and they can mend the relationship?

Gita does not love Arki. But if he is with her, his life will be assured. To achieve that the Gita must get rid of some things. His lies to Arki and his reluctance are touched by Arki. Or should he continue his plan then choose to leave?

“I don't know. I'm dizzy and tired,” said Gita then stood up from the chair. He wanted to rest back in the room. Thinking about the next action. It's a holiday anyway. Time lazing.

“Gita, I think you have to settle your things in the front room. I forgot to say, later in the afternoon mom wants to come here and stay a day,” said Arki suddenly.

“Hah? Do you want to stay here? In the front room? Then later tonight where do I sleep?” gita was shocked by the news.

“Yes in my room lah.”

“HAH?!”

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Arki who again tried to cook 😆