Now Or Soon U Mine!
10. Drama Beloved Wife

"Anj*r, you make cow's eye eggs what are worm eyes? How come it's not in the shape of a yellow egg gini?!"

The crowd from the kitchen at once fused with the dining room, enlivening that blind morning.

"It's still a good thing you don't have cooked cyanide soup." Akilla answered tore up the upset, took back Bara's plate. Even though he had watched a tutorial on cooking eggs or cow eyes for an entire hour this morning. He was willing to wake up at dawn to prepare breakfast. Of the 6 eggs he broke, only one egg entered the pan because he did not know how to break the egg. The rest of the straws on the kitchen table, stove, dish shelf, do not know also why the clear liquid mixed with yellow can get there.

"It seems that if cooking aer will also gosong gegara lo masak–eh honey, please herein your cooking. Did you make cow's eye eggs today? Ih, my goodness. My wife's cooking must be delicious!" the scolding that was originally circus turned soft when Bara heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

The sudden change confused Akilla. Shortly thereafter, Mrs. When it comes, he understands.

"Well, Akilla cooks for Bara huh? Though it can be Bi Surti masakin," said the middle-aged woman softly.

Akilla smiled shyly, "no need Tan–eh Ma. I want to masakin monkey–eh, su.a..miku use my own hands" he said nervously. His tongue felt very faint, when he said the word 'my husband' to refer to Bara. There was no way she would call her husband an enemy or let him be a year older than her.

"Malika is great, isn't she Mah? Cook the stone well. Tarung master chef same Spongebob aja, Spongebob who lost," Bara timpal.

"Isn't your name Akilla? How is Malika?" ask Ny. Haryata was confused to hear his son's words.

Akilla's trouble swallowing her saliva, "a-ah? Kan i-it.." his eyes blinked looking for a logical reason for his in-laws to believe.

"Dear call! Malika is sweet soy sauce, same item–eh, rich sweetness Akilla, is it not dear?" Bara interrupted quickly, through his gaze he told Akilla to justify his words. "Yes Ma, Brother Bara is also a sweet husband, haha."

Mrs. Haryata laughs, "the young man's basics. There-there's aja. If so Mama go first yes, Mama still have to take your script, Bara. Oh yes Akilla, Om you pesen, if there is a file that must be copied first before you go to the set" at length Ny. Haryata who opened his luxury handbag, looking for a car key that he never found.

Both of his sons frowned. "What shooting?" tanya Bara doesn't understand. What in the world is she still a model? Or become a celebrity? Akilla wondered if he was still his uncle's assistant or not? He realized he missed his old life.

The focus of the mother is still in the bag, it looks like she put too many important items, to the point of not finding the car keys. Both of his sons are still waiting for answers. A moment later, he got the item he was looking for. "There is no time to explain, Mama will send the location of the shoot. Assalamualaikum!"

Akilla and Bara fell silent in surprise looking at her back. Haryata who moved away and then lost behind the wall.

***

This day, Akilla was watching television. There was no interesting event, so he decided to watch the news about Indonesia. Starting from disasters, corruption, to accidents, he watched until he was tired of lazy clucking.

"Where are you?" tanya Akilla saw her husband dressed neatly as well as fragrant.

Bara stared in awe at his own reflection in the mirror. Growing up, her good looks increased. Although the time he spent in the bathroom was longer because he had to shave. He does not like if he keeps a mustache let alone jambang, the impression he looks older than his age. His glowing face can fool people that he is still a high school boy, no, kidding.

"Gue wants to go buy martabak, want some!" answer Bara origin. Satisfied with praising himself, he took his jacket and motorcycle keys.

"Nj*r, do you want to find another wife?" Akilla asked that doesn't mean he's jealous. He was just upset Bara acted arbitrarily.

"Regardless, I'm just going to the supermarket for shaving cream, 'cause" Bara stepped towards the door.

As fast as lightning Akill blocked him in the doorway. "Follow.." he said as he weld. The man gave a look of disgust. Instead of giving up, Akilla became more and more into bringing out all her cute style.

***

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In just 5 minutes, Bara managed to get what he needed.

"Bar-Bar, come here. I want to buy something" call Akilla at a distance of 4 meters next to her. The call was a little offensive. It is true that his name is Bara, where he may be called 'ba' or 'ra' only, but the 'bar' that is called twice is very unethical at all.

Lazily Bara approached him on a special shelf of soap, scrub, deodorant and so on. Akilla bowed, picking up a fairly large white lotion that read discount. His eyes examined every inch of that fragrant thing.

"Please take the same lotion dong, but the small one. It's right there!" Akilla pointed at the shelf opposite the location of the item in question.

Not to argue once, Bara according to take a similar white lotion that Akilla held just smaller. Immediately he gave it to the girl who was immediately busy observing the two lotions in her hands. "Diskon 20 percent, the price is only three thousand different. Hmmm, what?!" he said he was a little surprised to learn the writing on the bottom corner of the packaging.

"What the hell?! You are shy" said Bara who had gasped when his wife shouted.

"Look at this?" the girl thrust the two lotions right in front of her face. She looked at him confused. Is there something wrong? Thought strange.

Dramatizing the situation, Akilla pointed at the shrinkage of the packaging while acting sad and crying without tears. "Liat, he said discount. The price is three thousand different, but the net is the same... Hicks..."

Bara's gaze instantly flat. "Well, just three thousand doang lo cry that cake?" Bara is not thinking. Such a trivial matter his reaction was dramatic. Though it is just a marketing trick to make buyers more interested. Akilla's attitude was completely exaggerated.

"Lo lightly said that. Thankfully, three thousand is not. But not just one person bought it. If there are 10 people who buy, fortunately for three hundred thousand. For a hundred men? Thousand people?" cerocos Akilla continues his play. Passers-by started to donate his attention, even the supermarket clerk was just a nod of his head, thinking they must be newlyweds filled with grief together.

"So which one would you buy? Cepetan, it's raining" urged Bara. He did not linger humiliated like this, especially the sky was overcast ready to drip every circle of water.

But Akilla has not stopped from his silly actions. "No way, I have to sue this lotion company!"

Bara frowned. What dream was he last night to the point that he married this kind of girl Akilla?

"That's okay." Akilla remained shaken and determined to protest. He looked for the phone center behind the packaging, and started dialing the number on his phone. This act of Akilla was so foolish and careless, it was futile to do so.

"Denger yes, this one is bigger packaging, surely the capital for the packaging needs more funds. Small, definitely more efficient. So the price is different, even though only three thousand.." Bara explained patiently. Article three thousand rupiahs alone is complicated to ask for forgiveness. He regretted not looking at three Akillas last night.

It seems that the girl believed what Bara said, nodded and put the two lotions back in place.

Bara took a sigh of relief. The drama is over. His forehead creased back to see Akilla walking around, "so don't you buy the lotion?"

"Who said he wanted to buy lotion? Uh Bar... Bar here, there's a 35 percent discount shampoo!"

All right, that was just the beginning. It can be estimated, Bara will spend more time in the supermarket today. With his beloved wife.