NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#37/The beginning of the catastrophe
When the morning greet, the first time that is remembered is the face of the lover of the heart. Saying good morning to her would be a beautiful thing. But that didn't happen to Freya. His mood was suddenly bad after waking up. Because of the scary face of the husband that crossed his mind.
Vigor.... Freya cried out in her heart. She had to be stronger today to face her husband.
"Oh my God, is koq really cold?" he complained when he touched the water in the dipper. "Can't take my shower!" He himself said, he decided to do ablution. Though it was Freya's habit to wake up immediately to take a shower.
Freya finished her morning prayers. She prayed that her husband would no longer hate her. After the prayer in his room. Freya decided to cook breakfast for her and her husband. He already knows all his favorite foods Mahesa. And everything that the man could not eat.
Hhuuff..
"It's seven o'clock, why hasn't he woken up yet?" said Freya herself, taking a towel on the hanger in her room. He will take a shower, because the cold is not too piercing to the bone. He also finished cooking. And clean clean house. It only takes 5 minutes, simple house type 36 was already kinclong.
Freya went into the bathroom. He prepared his own soap. The toiletries should not be in the bathroom. Only Mahesa's belongings are allowed in that bathroom.
Shurr..
The water that washed over Freya still felt cold. But, he put it on hold. He was already sultry, because just finished cooking and some houses. Freya had finished her bath. He was shampooing this morning. Time to remove the copy of the cloth covering his body which was replaced by a towel.
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"Open up.. Open....!" mahesa shouted from outside the bathroom door with impatience. He even banged on the bathroom door.
"I, yeah.. A minute!" sahut freya stammered from within. Ian was nervous at the moment. Because he is changing clothes.
"Open up... I can't take it anymore, it's over.... Open the..." Mahesa still continued to bang on the door strongly.
"I, yes ..!" Freya panicked. So panicked he even wears a BRA upside down.
"Dam... You fucking carrier.. Just so you know, even a king can't argue with this king who wants to come out... Exit you.... If I don't break this down..!"
Braakk..
Even if the bathroom door is wide open. It can definitely kick. The bathroom door is made of plastic.
"Aauuww... No..!" Freya excitedly, grabbed her towel. To cover his body that is still wearing internal, even he has not succeeded in hooking his BRA buttons.
Mahesa was stunned for a moment to notice the wife's body that looked very tempting this morning. Although it kebelet be Rak. His desire is still burning to see Freya who now only wears a towel. Droplets of water from her hair, the more make the woman's shoulders more beautiful.
"Get out.....!" Shouted Mahesa, as her anus contracted.
"I, yes!" Freya broke out of the bathroom, carrying a change of clothes that she had not been able to wear. Even his dirty clothes still hang in the bathroom.
Brakkk.. Sir... Sir... Mr..
Mahesa's poop sounds like a volcanic eruption in the bathroom. It seems her husband has a stomachache.
"Auuwno... Uhhhh.." Even Mahesa's voice sounded out.
Hihah..
Mampus... That's the same evil punishment as my own wife. Rasain, get in the wind! eeh.. Koq I'm the evil one? freya muttered in his heart. He bent his lips, sorry for cursing the husband.
Freya is neat, fragrant and beautiful. Her hair is still wet, she stalls. He deliberately linger in the room for a long time, tidying cardboard bedding last night. When the room was clean, he came out of his room. Just then, he saw Mahesa's head come out half from inside the bathroom.
"Get me a towel!" mahesa's orders are upset with Freya.
"Wheel?" freya asked confused and made sure. Mahesa's stuff can't be held.
"Oowww... No, I don't want you to go into my room!"
"Oohhhhhhhh... Alright!" Freya dragged her feet into the kitchen. He'll prepare breakfast at the table. In addition, he will wash dirty clothes in the washing machine.
While being serious about arranging food on a small table that can only be for two people. His eyes involuntarily, seeing Mahesa coming out of the bathroom with a plain, flushed body ran into his room.
"God... Morning, morning I was shit. Look at lato lato who's pacing back and forth." Freya said quietly that she could only hear herself. So, Mahesa's telor, she considers lato lato.
"Son, I'll teach you good manners as a Muslim. The importance of having shame. Eeh... I also have no shame. I'm just a former PS k." Freya herself. It seemed like he would always talk to himself in that house.
Breakfast was served, even she prepared milk for her husband. Yes, Mahesa drinks milk for bones every morning. Freya drags her feet hesitantly in front of her room, Mahesa, the husband.
His feelings ambushed the fear race. Afraid of misbehavior, Mahesa became angry and spoke harshly to her. But, after he thought about it again, he finally ventured to knock on the door of his room Mahesa
"Tu, Mr. Mahesa sa, sa.. Sa... Breakfast is ready to eat!" he stuttered, it felt like saying it was like speaking in front of an important person, very stressful. Plus he was confused to say hello to Mahesa with what. If she calls him husband. Must be the mad Mahesa. Because she was not considered a wife by that man. Let him call you master.
"Sa, sa.... " Mahesa opened the door of the room with the face of her time. "Sasa?"
"Son, not that, sir. Just gonna say, breakfast's ready."
"Don't bother cooking. I don't want you to use gunai. Just eat your village's cooking!" Ketus Mahesa, passing Freya who was dumbfounded in front of her. "I'm gonna have a drink. Is there hot water? make me some milk!" Mahesa said as she stepped into the kitchen.
"Already sir, but you want to drink it, right?"
"iihi.. You stupid, or what? if I told you, I would drink" Sahut Mahesa said with his sour face.
"I, yes Sir. I've prepared!"
Arriving at the kitchen precisely at the dining table, Mahesa was made a little surprised and amazed to see the breakfast that was served on the dining table. In the field is his favorite food is fried rice with beef eye eggs sprinkled with fried onions and peanuts plus pickled chili.
"Who's milk for?" tanya Mahesa pointed at the glass filled with milk in the corner of the dining table.
"For me sir, pregnant mother's milk!" Freya's law is weak.
Mahesa was speechless, she who was already sitting on the chair glanced at the lyrics of the fried rice before her, the appetizing fried rice.
"Look at you cook a lot of his fried rice. All right instead of redundant, I'll just eat." He said looking down with his face not knowing the shame. It was rejected, and now ask for it yourself.
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Freya laughed in her heart. He was not a fool, who could not read the body language of the husband, who was already shocked to see the fried rice.
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