Prisoner's Wife Raka
12. Great wife

As a wife, Dinara did her duty though not with all her heart. He cooks for breakfast. The sun had not yet risen because it was still five, Dinara was eager to fight processing raw materials into food. Raka was still lying on her bed, Dinara peeked at her earlier.

Dinara opened a small window in the corner of the kitchen, so that fresh air entered to make it more excited. Today there are two food menus, fried chicken and sambal. Actually, the girl is not good at cooking things, but with a little knowledge from her mother, she can do it.

About half an hour, Dinara finished with her cooking show. Immediately put the delicious food on the table. Dinara then went into the room to clean up.

The sun appears from the east, making all humans wake up and leave from dreamland. A flash of light infiltrated into Raka's room through the ventilation, then the man squirmed on the soft mattress. Raka woke up from her sleep, then went out.

Raka went out of the room, not finding Dinara there. "But he is," he murmured in a hoarse voice. Then, it sounded from behind to make him turn around. Raka's bead widened to see Dinara looking down on him.

"Just up?" chirps Dinara. He folded his hands in front of his chest. "Surely Brother Raka thinks I haven't woken up. Aye, right?" The girl's eyebrows shot up, guessing as if knowing the contents of Raka's mind.

Raka let out a heavy breath, she lost heavily. "It was very interesting" said Raka.

"I am diligent, Brother. Is it Raka's sister?" Dinara clucked briefly, then sauntered past Raka. "Breakfast at the table," Dinara said, taking a bag on the dining table. Then, he breezed out of the apartment.

Raka looks at Dinara's departure, the girl is not as bad as she thought. Then, Raka stepped onto the dining table and sat herself on the chair. Seeing the wife's food look good, he immediately took the rice. "It must be delicious made my wife," he said.

A plate full of rice and side dishes, eaten voraciously by the man. The aroma alone was savory, the taste of spices attached to the chicken and chili, Raka shook her head eating it. "Crazy! The vow! So delicious!"

Raka splits herself there, eating while imagining Dinara cooking the food lovingly for her. "My wife is great anyway," he said. "Yes though, his love is still not for me."

.....

"North!" Raisa waved to Dinara who was walking towards the canteen. Dinara stops at the spot and waits for Raisa to approach him. "There's a birthday!" seloroh Raisa's.

Dinara rounded her eyes, looking at Raisa who was smiling at her. "You're the birthday, Sa?" ask Dinara.

Raisa stomped her feet on the floor. "Kok me, anyway. Lo's a birthday, Dinara."

"A-i?" Raisa nodded her head. "I had his birthday yesterday" Dinara said.

"Don't want to know. Yesterday, I haven't bought it, now buy me!"

"But I have to go home" Dinara said. Raka had sent him a message, after returning from campus, Dinara had to go straight home. Although not willing, Raka her husband and herself must obey.

"Come, treat me! I know a great place for the view." Raisa pulls Dinara's hand forcibly, then takes her somewhere. Dinara only complied because it also could not disappoint Raisa.

Along the way going out of campus, several pairs of eyes stared at him and Raisa. The look did not like, even though Dinara did not know any of them. Famous girls, said Raisa.

Raisa seems to have planned all this. The proof, the expensive car stopped in front of them, which was Raisa's man. Dinara thinks the girl is going to kidnap him, but Raisa takes him to a foreign place for Dinara.

It is an unknown cafe. It is far from Diamond University. Mountain area. Spacious and full of fresh oxygen because overgrown with beautiful flowers. Dinara was fixated on seeing this foreign place, Raisa's taste is really high.

"This cafe has just opened, so it is quiet," said Raisa. "Help promotion, Din! Got Om I'm talking about." After saying that, Raisa developed her smile. That's why Raisa recommended this place.

"It's good, right?" ask Raisa.

"good. I would recommend my acquaintance, deh," replied Dinara.

"Sip!"

Dinara's happy feeling suddenly reminded her of Raka. The girl had the thought of inviting her husband to visit this place. However, immediately pushed away the thoughts that will bring disaster.

"North, you know Brother Abram, right?" chirps Raisa, then make Dinara round her eyes. "Lo has no number?"

Confused, scared to nervous. Dinara nibbled his lower lip. "No," replied Dinara, lying. Just yesterday he exchanged messages with the man. To be honest, Dinara still had feelings for Abram.

Raisa's face turned disappointed. He sipped his favorite coffee. Then, look at Dinara again. "If Raka's sister?" Dinara shook his head, again.

"What's that doing?" ask Dinara. From the way Raisa spoke, it was clear that the girl liked the handsome men she discussed.

"I think I like Abram."

"I used to have a long time ago, I got Abram's number. But, the number has been changed," said Raisa. "He is very different from his friends. Yes though, I also sometimes if you meet other LGP members."

Dinara's eyebrows intertwined. Raisa said something foreign to him. "THE LPG? Whatisit? LPG gas, Sa?" ask Dinara.

"What's? You don't know?" Raisa screeched loudly, shaking her head at the innocence of the friend in front of her. "Lightning General's Punch!" Raisa excitedly said that sentence, as if she liked it very much.

"Gue secretly ngefans the same gang!"

"Raka as the chairman of LPG, really cool!"

"Abram is also no less cool, he's a known LPG vice smart."

Dinara was increasingly clueless as to what came out of the girl's mouth. His status as a wife, but absolutely do not know what this all means. AN LPG? The word kept turning in Dinara's head.

.....

Still and continue to rotate in the head of Dinara, even when reaching the apartment. Dinara was shocked to death, as her husband stood at the door and stared at her intently. "Why are you so surprised?" chirps Raka.

Dinara was stunned to see Raka's clothes wrapped in a jacket. There's writing there. Lightning General's Punch. "Sir Raka why are you standing here?" dinara Tegur.

"Waituin lo." Raka thrusts a stuffed monkey hairy head Dinara. "Make lo" said Raka.

Dinara sculpted, looking at Raka and the doll in turn. Then, without excuse Raka ran nervously to her room.

I don't understand what happened today. Bizarrely.