Rainbow Blanketed Clouds
How Good Is It?

Clear liquid began to pool in the corner of the Rainbow's eye. The clouds that still cover his body grinned creepily, then whispered, “Lo no need to geer! Although you do not wear anything though, I also will not be interested or taste the same women like lo!” 

The clouds shifted their body position and lay backward. While the still shocked Rainbow sat on the edge of the bed. Her lips tightly closed, trying to hold back tears so as not to look weak in front of her husband. 

“The Rainbow Patience, which you are dealing with is an ordinary human being. Mas Awan is not an angel who has no flaws.” It was only that thought that he kept instilling in his mind. 

A few minutes passed, Rainbow glanced at the Clouds that were no longer moving. His regular breathing indicated the drunken man had fallen asleep. In silence the rainbow immediately went to the closet and pulled out a blanket. Tonight he decided to sleep on the couch. Didn't the Cloud say he didn't want it? 

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Early in the morning the rainbow was in the kitchen. Bik Minah and two other household assistants were astonished. Never before had a member of the Dewanto family been in the kitchen cooking. Starting from the hostess to the first daughter-in-law in the family. They come from families whose lives are always served. 

“Let us alone, Mbak Pelangi. You can be angry if you know Mbak Pelangi work in the kitchen.” Bik Mina tried to remind. 

“I'm not at work, Bik. Just help cook.” 

“But the Rainbow Maid in this house. Our job is to serve. Even the Rainbow Maids are ripe.” 

The rainbow published a friendly smile. His hands moved deftly processing the cooking. Minah who saw him became amazed. The woman also believes that the rainbow has become accustomed to kitchen affairs. It is very different from the rest of the Dewanto family. Even Ninda, the wife of Awan's older brother, never did so while still living in the house.

“If Mas Awan likes breakfast what, Bik?” ask Rainbow after that.

“Den Clouds rarely have breakfast at home, Ma'am. If you have breakfast, usually ask for white fried rice. A lot of fried onions are sown on it. Drink it fresh tea.” 

The rainbow smiled again. “Then I made breakfast for Mas Awan first yes.” 

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The rainbow put the breakfast menu on the table. As told by Bik Minah, he made white fried rice with a sprinkling of fried onions on it and also had a cup of unsalted tea. He glanced towards the bathroom. The sound of water splashing indicates her husband is taking a bath. While waiting, the rainbow tidied up the bed. 

A few minutes passed, the sound of the door opening. The rainbow immediately lowered its gaze when it saw the Clouds come out with only a white towel covering its lower body. The heat felt on the cheeks, Rainbow sure that his cheeks are now as red as boiled shrimp. She sighed softly, at a glance seeing her husband's sturdy back was filled with tattoos. 

“I made breakfast for you, Mas,” Rainbow said shortly after her husband finished dressing. 

"Gue's not hungry!" The clouds only glanced at his favorite plate of white fried rice with a cold gaze. After making sure his appearance was neat, he sat down on the sofa and placed his shoes on the floor.

But the embarrassing voice coming from the stomach broke his speech just now. The clouds of magic, of course, the sound that proves himself to be hungry is heard to the ears of the rainbow. The cloud's face suddenly turned red.

"Lo did this?" He pointed at the menu with his eyes.

"Yes. Sorry, if it doesn't taste as good as what Bik Minah used to do."

The embarrassing voice again rang out, which made the Clouds snort angrily. Although very forced, he finally grabbed a spoon and tasted the cuisine made by his wife.

"Tasty kok?" He's dumbstruck.

Rainbow-made white fried rice is much more delicious than what is usually made Bik Minah. Not knowing the shame, the clouds devoured until there was nothing left.

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