My Wrong?
52.Insensitive

In the evening Helmi really granted the wish of the wife who wants to drive using a motorcycle just to walk around the city, as the night breeze pierced their skin until Ali deliberately pinched his body into the body strapping the husband, his tiny hands he circled around the waist of the husband who was focusing on riding his matic motorbike.

"Dear cold, right?" helmi shouted in a voice loud enough against the wind currents to be heard by the wife.

"Cold, but delicious" Ali replied in a loud voice as she tightened her arms to her husband's stomach.

"Help hugged Brother huh?" goda Helmi giggled with her left hand stroking her hand that was tightly wrapped around her stomach.

"Whenever the handyman ojeg, what is Abang abangan" said Ali membebik she did not like to call her husband by the name of Abang for him sounding gelay in his auditory Indra.

"But Brother likes to be called Brother" teased Helmi again, he knew his wife never called him as Brother, for some reason but now he knows if his wife does not like to call him Brother.

"Disease you know? Brother tuh kayak call a lizard" said Ali, said,

"Mas is also like a meatball," said Helmi

"But right, the call to the husband is commonplace, so it's not foreign anymore" said Ali, "By the way we ride a motorcycle want to do it anyway mas?"

"You know who you are too? what are you buying?"

"I'd like to buy that meatball before,"

"Which one?" ask Helmi who did not see the meatballs along the way.

"In front of the mas building, there was a meatball in the wagon" Ali said

"Where's the building, baby? there are a lot of buildings here?"

"That's loh mas, our apartment building" said Ali who immediately made Helmi brake his motorcycle with sudden pain in shock with the words of the wife.

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"Awhhhhh,, sick," hiss Ali rubbed his banged forehead with her husband's strapping back, "You want to feel the heart of dong mas, so it hurts, right?" whining

"Sorry, anyways why didn't you just say that? you know we don't have far to go" grumbled Helmi annoyed, this is the first time he drives at night in the rainy season which is certainly very cold, did not Ali understand if he held back the cold in order to grant his wish

"Kok lahalahin me the hell mas, any mas why then why do I want what?" gerutu Ali did not accept himself to blame.

"Well, is that what? you should have talked to me from the beginning if you saw the food you want to buy immediately" grumbled Helmi

"Well, you don't have it, man,

"You're my wife, so if you want what to say directly do not wait to ask" said Helmi still upset with his wife who did not accept the mistake.

"Do not cry dong, sorry I, I know I was wrong" said Helmi a little look back.

"You always do it like that mas, if I don't say you never realize, I sometimes like to feel sorry for myself you know not mas?" broke the cry Ali had been trying to pendam, all this time,

Ali always hopes to have a husband who is sensitive to our feelings, a romantic husband like a couple in the novel even if only in a simple way, a romantic husband, sometimes it is true if the difficult thing we accept is to have a partner who does not meet our expectations.

"Darling please don't cry okay?" Helmi driving was made unfocused because the wife even cried as hard as she could, although without a sound Helmi knew clearly if the wife was crying heard from the sound of hiccups and her back that was not wearing a jacket felt wet because of the tears of the wife.

Although Helmi tries to calm Ali down, she still does not stop crying, but the crying becomes more and more when the motorbike they ride starts to enter the area of their building.

"Darling to eat meat at home or at the place of death?" tanya Helmi stopped her motorbike in front of the meatballs who were serving some buyers.

"So, I'm going to sleep" Ali replied without lifting his face that was hiding on the husband's back.

"Well, what is it? we've been going around the clock, haven't we?" said Helmi did not understand the thought of the wife who even canceled her wishes.

"I'm going to sleep asleep" Ali said in a slightly snapping voice.

"Yaudah let's go in" eventually Helmi according to put her vehicle into the basement of her special apartment.

Until inside the apartment Ali entered his room initially by slamming the door of his room hard, Helmi who heard the sound of the door on the floor could only sigh heavily, Helmi who heard the sound of the door on the floor could only sigh heavily, he really doesn't understand what his wife wants.

"Honey don't be angry dong," said Helmi knocked on the wife's room door several times and tried to open the door but was difficult because the door was locked from the inside

"That don't gini dong, I don't know what you really want?" said Helmi tried to speak softly but with a voice a little loud so that the wife can hear his words.

"What did I get in?" said Helmi who already holds a key remote that can easily open the entire door just by pressing one of the buttons of the remote control in her hand.

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The open door shows the figure of the wife who is face down with a back that vibrates indicating that his wife is still crying.

"Darling don't gini dong, I don't know what you want?" helmi asked holding his wife's shoulder and flipping her so she could see her face.

"Well, did you cry?" said Helmi who actually had a feeling of fear if the wife will linger long angry with him, "I know I'm wrong, sorry I, I don't know what you want?" continued Helmi.

"You don't know, but you don't want to know, why high school if you don't understand the feelings of your wife" ali shouted up from his position and sauntered away from here, he chose to go up to the top of the room they used to occupy.

Her chest felt tight there was a feeling of not accepting when her husband really did not understand her feelings, did not her husband understand if Ali wanted meatballs earlier. She said no, in fact she was just sulking, but unfortunately her monotonous husband even thought if he really did not want to. Ali realized that maybe her husband had not really accepted her in his life, of the many days that they passed her husband would not understand if he did not explain and her husband would not be sensitive if he did not ask.

Sometimes solving mathematical formulas is easier than solving the female anger fashion formula.