Red Yarn (Love No Tara 2 )
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"A week maybe." said Nisa doubt .and it was used by Angga, to negotiate with his wife who was worried .

"How about three days only ." said Angga .Nisa pulls herself from her husband's arms . She looked at her husband's eyes intensely .

"You want to give me what, if the punishment I cut to three days." challenge Nisa .

"What do you want ." ask Angga . Nisa thought for a moment about what she would want from her husband .

"bag, new shoes and new clothes." asked Angga when Nisa was still Silent .

"i already have it all, if you forget ." said Nisa .

"New car." suggested Angga again .but Nisa shook her head again . Angga came to think that his wife did not lack all things also material . He certainly doesn't need it . If he wants all that his wife can do just by flicking his finger . He was directly in front of her .

"then what do you want." asked Angga again .

"what if I say 'if I want your heart '" challenge Nisa .

Angga lowered his face and kissed his wife's lips ."Without you asking, you have got my heart, baby." said Angga sincerely

"what do you mean." asked Nisa not understand or rather she did not believe .

"There's no way I'm marrying you, if I'm not interested in you, you can actually say I'm a hypocrite if as long as we pretend to be lovers don't baper to you . It was hard at the time that I got into that relationship, but with a heavy heart I did it because I didn't want to be selfish, binding you on without you having the same feelings as me . Actually I have a plan after releasing you at that time , I want to start all of it from the beginning , for example we get acquainted well .but maybe we are already a match , you know ." Angga looked into his wife's eyes .

"I'm actually really happy when you tell mom that I've been fucking you, even though I don't love you a hundred percent yet, so about the heart I don't know either , since when is this heart and to this day , this heart has been yours, dear ." said Angga while stroking Nisa's cheek .

Nisa snorted to throw a red hue on her face and also did not believe her husband's words .

"It's mine, but you don't believe me." said Nisa . Angga sighed when reminded of his mistake .

" at that time, actually I was so afraid that our baby would get hurt . And maybe worst we'll lose our baby . So that our two mothers don't panic I ask them to eat first . In between meals I always pray that Allah gives strength to our baby." said Nisa sadly . Angga increasingly feels very guilty to his wife .

"i'm very grateful when the doctor says that our baby is okay and not hurt" Nisa said again .

"Thank you for taking care of our baby . Again I also apologize for being a bad husband to you." said Angga .

"yes it is , it has passed ." said Nisa .

"Keep now what should we do with the woman, dear." asked Angga furiously .

"For now let it go . I want to enjoy my pregnancy first, I don't want to think about anything else . If he's looking for trouble again at me, I'll leave it all to our parents . Let them act." said Nisa . Angga nodded in agreement . Nisa's pregnancy is more important .but she still has to be careful with Devina's movements, she does not want to be helped a second time .

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Angga sat at the dinner table agitatedly .he regretted allowing his wife to go to the kitchen to cook and hold the knife . He let his wife cook because of the lure of the ration later tonight . If time is allowed in turn Angga wants to negotiate again with his wife .

"Heart ." cried Angga as he looked at his wife who was about to cut the sausage with origin, and the color of the sausage was very similar to our fingers . Angga's heart really skipped a beat .because Nisa's fear would hurt her again .

"don't come here, you just tell me from there." Nisa told Angga who stood up to her .

"Actually you want to cook what the hell." asked Angga curious while sitting again .

"want to cook omlet." replied Nisa who sounded unsure .Angga just nodded his head in understanding .

"You want me to help you." hagga .

"No, thank you ,"decline Nisa .

"Then how to crack an egg." asked Nisa back .

"look at me." said Angga .

"it's an egg hold 'em, you take a fork what a spoon struck lightly on top of his egg . Then the part that broke you opened on the bowl ." said Angga while demonstrating what his wife had not understood .

Nisa nodded her head in understanding and did as her husband taught her even though there were fragments of eggshells that went into the bowl . Nisa took the eggshells that were in the bowl then mixed all the ingredients she had cut into small pieces and whipped them until the eggs were frothy .

"if it is like this we just have to scrape it Ga." said Nisa pointed to the results of the dough .

"Yes." answered Angga while nodding .

"It's how to turn on the stove." Nisa muttered to herself, scratching her non-itchy forehead . Stove in choose Angga is a stove planting electric system that uses a button . Which Nisa has not understood because this is the first time Nisa plunged into the kitchen directly for cooking .

Angga stood up to his wife . He grabbed a teplon and put it on the stove and pressed the on button .the electricity was on .

"Let me just fry," Nisa takes over Angga's job as Angga grabs the oil . Angga relented and advised Nisa to use a little oil .

"Don't put a lot of oil, which . Just a little is enough and flatten on teplon, by way of rocking aja teplon his rocking." message Angga .

" okay ." Nisa had just poured her oil and dough without waiting for the hot oil, Angga so chuckled at that .

"Wait for the oil to be hot first dear." said Angga who was still chuckling .

"Why didn't you tell me from earlier." murmured Nisa embarrassed .

"yes I guess you already know." replied Angga .

"Keep now how .what must be lifted again." asked Nisa .

"No need, you just wait, but do not forget to be behind if it has changed color to become concentrated." explained Angga Nisa nodded .

Not long after the omlet made by the wifepun already cooked . Nisa presents her homemade omlet at her husband's front dining table with steaming white rice . Nisa poured Rice for her husband .