Not the Ideal Husband
You'll have to replace it

Leaning body tired after pushing the motor three hundred meters from the shopping area. Along the way, Sofia did not stop nagging. But Wawan is still Wawan he did not reply or yell. Both are tired. Not to mention Sofia's sentence that keeps comparing herself to the Judge.

Arriving at Sofia's house still shows a bad attitude. Just offering a drink is not. He was busier on the bag containing the groceries purchased earlier.

Bu Asmirah who just returned from the rice field saw Wawan who was leaning while closing his eyes on the terrace chair. When he entered the house he found his daughter who was enjoying a snack in front of the television.

"What the hell, Mom?" Sofia did not accept when the snacks that were being enjoyed were seized by the mother.

"You're the shit. Feet, good in front of the tv. Your husband was left to sleep outside. You want me to know and nag you again."

"Now I'm being taken in with Mom. What a difference does it make to father," Sofia argued. He took back the mother's hand.

"You are this ...."

"Neng is not wrong, ma'am. I did deliberately sleep outside, again feeling the breeze." Wawan appeared in the doorway, showing off a smile that was met with a wry face by his wife.

Feeling upset with her husband, Sofia goes into the bathroom. He screams in there. Scolding Wawan as much.

***

In order to avoid a quarrel with the wife caused by the intervention of in-laws, Wawan decided to invite the wife to move to the house she built. A simple house smaller than his in-laws. A house that has two rooms, a living room that also serves as a family room. Kitchen complete with stove and some cutlery. On the side of the kitchen there is a bathroom and a clothesline.

In the room there is a bed that is not much different from the area that Sofia has in her parents' house. There is also a closet that still has space to store Sofia clothes, because Wawan only has a few clothes. Six plain short-sleeved shirts, three long shirts, two cocoa shirts, four long black pants, two knee-length shorts, an interior and two jackets.

In the living room there is only a medium-sized television with shelves. To sit there is a carpet as the base. There is no sofa.

Although small, the house is so comfortable and elegant because Wawan always take care of it. Ornamental plants planted in pots in the yard add a beautiful impression on the house.

"Let's go in!" Wawan went in first to turn on the lights. "The house is small but hopefully Neng is comfortable here."

Sofia did not answer, but continued to follow until her steps stopped at the doorstep of the room. "Where am I sleeping?"

Wawan who was taking the clothes bag his wife turned. "You don't want us to sleep in one room?"

Sofia's wry smile became the answer.

"Alright, Neng can sleep in the room. I can sleep here," point it at the carpet in the living room. Room one is not yet available. It is still an empty room.

When the wife was entering clothes, Wawan moved in the kitchen. He cooked kale stir-fry and omelet for dinner. After cooking he called his wife to eat together.

"Tomorrow, Aa started working again. Neng papa will not be left alone at home?" wawan asked in the middle of enjoying dinner.

"Heem," Sofia replied indifferently.

A lot of talk, Sofia said in her heart.

After dinner no longer chat to warm up the atmosphere that feels lonely. Already married and while still a bachelor there is no difference for Wawan. The wife was still reluctant to be touched and she could not force it.

Sleeping on the carpet in the living room is not a problem. The important thing is to make the wife comfortable first. Wawan believes over time love can grow because it is always together.

Until the night passed and the morning began to pull over, Sofia still did not come out of the room. Wawan said yesterday that he would return to work. One of the thoughts of Wawan who thought Sofia would wake up early and prepare provisions for him. Hope is only hope that evaporates with the warmth of the morning sun. Wawan left for work after drinking the warm tea he made.

After making sure Wawan left by hearing the roar of his motorbike, Sofia just came out of the room. The blanket worn by Wawan has been folded neatly with his pillow. In the kitchen, you also do not find dirty things. The dinnerware was clean and neatly stored in its place.

"You know, just wake up later," said Sofia scratching her hair while yawning. He returned to his room and wrapped himself in a blanket.

At nine o'clock he started to feel hungry. But he was confused because he could not cook. As a result he held back hunger waiting until Wawan came home. If he goes home to his parents to ask for food. Of course he will get a talk from his mother and father.

Wawan himself returned on time, as a tailor in Mang Dahlan's convection. When he arrived home, it was not a smile that greeted him but the sullen face of Sofia.

"It worked for a long time. Hungry to know you have to wait for you to come home. You brought food?"

Wawan shook Kepa, "Why not cook? Kan rice is there, know the same egg there is also still leftover overnight," replied Wawan relaxed after raising his motorbike to the terrace of the house.

"I can't cook" said Sofia.

"Then let's learn to cook together. Cooking eggs is easy." Wagner walked into the kitchen first. He showed how to sniff the stove, shuffle eggs, seasoning content to fry it.

Although he said he was hungry and had no energy, but Sofia was still chatty. He did not want Wawan to just smile. Wawan wanted to be angry and he would complain to his parents. The end of the divorce was Sofia's wish.

The phone in Sofia's hand rang. There is a new number on the screen. Wawan looked over and told his wife to lift him up.

"Hallo," said Sofia after signing the loud button so that her voice can be heard also by Wawan. Sofia herself gets scared when she gets a call from a foreign number.

"It's Sofia's number, isn't it?" ask the guy across there. Her voice is female.

"White, who is this?" Doubtful Sofia asked and turned to Wawan.

"Neng Ayu is the mother of the Judge of Kebumen. The judge is sick and keeps saying your name. Neng ayu could not come here to see the Judge. He's been in the hospital for a week. For a week she refused to eat. Can ya?"

Wawan turned his face and bit his lips. Lying if he claims to be okay. Clearly he knew who the Judge was because it was always called by Sofia. Even on their first night.

Ripe food was brought to the television front as a diversion so as not to hear his wife's answer.