Rice Shell For My Husband
Chapter 1 - I serve the crotch rice

A woman was smiling wickedly when she saw a bowl of warm rice that became a bridge to avenge, the intention veiled in the heart was embedded, fixed, no compassion exists after getting domestic violence. 

A bowl of rice in the kangkangi and do not forget to cast a spell that taught mak Itam to him, the mouth continues to commit kamit after the atmosphere is felt safe. 

Rima smiled again to finish his ritual in tarnishing the rice, ringing in the ears how the attitude and treatment of the husband who lightly hands on him. 

"Feel you mas, I've had enough patience all this time and I don't want to continue to be oppressed by you." Slowly muttered Rima smiled as she lifted the warm rice that had been in the kangkangi by her. 

Crotch rice or tangas is warm rice that is in the kangkangi by the wife, including black magic that is hated by Allah subhanallah ta'ala and is heretical, aims to memelet the husband to obey and submit to his words.

Rima immediately came out of the kitchen and served rice along with some vegetable side dishes that had been cooked on the dining table, arranged very neatly while smiling sly about the plan to conquer the husband. 

Hearing the door being knocked from outside, Rima rushed to open the door after recognizing the voice of none other than her husband. 

"Mas is home?" Rima showed a sweet smile as usual, an innocent face welcomed the arrival of the husband who had just returned from the office. Grabbing the priest's hand, the intention was not until the moment the burly hand brushed his hand. 

"Open the door a long time ago, I'm tired of coming home from work!" said Arman who raised the intonation of the sound, melengos into the house after nudging the wife's body hard. 

"Oh, sick." Ringis Rima who held his shoulder accidentally hit the corner of the wooden sofa, but was ignored Arman. 

"Always watch tv, do you not know the cost of electricity now it is expensive. No homework was done, so the wife wasn't very nice." Arman's feet stepped towards the dining table, seeing the food served so that saliva dripped.

Yes, those are the words that Arman always said after coming home from the office, always Rima who became an outlet of anger. While the poor woman who was targeted just fell head down, less fortunate to get a husband who never praised her than a heart-wrenching word.

Rima and Arman were married two years ago, the result of the match between their parents. Basically, the coercion in uniting two individuals never went well. 

Rima grabbed the plate and filled it with rice as well as side dishes, very excited in subduing her abusive husband. 

"It's Mas, please eat." 

Arman nodded indifferently, washing the hands provided in a stainless bowl. Tired of seeing the face of a woman who is always waiting for her return, bored and not interested even though Rima wants to have sex. 

He always racked his brain to find a reason, not interested in doing the duty of the inner living of the wife. 

Sweat in the face becomes a witness, the rice provided by Rima is not left at Arman's meal. 

"May mak Itam's pellets be potent, wait for my vengeance, mas." Inner Rima smiled with a smile without her husband knowing.

Arman washed his hands and left after the stomach could not be filled again, Rima cleaned the dining table with a feeling of satisfaction. 

"Good, the rice runs out." Mumbled slowly. 

At night, Arman sits on the terrace. Feel the wind that hit the body sweat more feels cool. Smiling as she recalled the beautiful face of Sulastri, an office friend she had long admired. 

However, his delusion stopped and opened his eyes when the dream did not match reality. 

"Coffee Mas," Rima sat next to her husband, still well-behaved waiting for the reaction of the first-ever crotch rice.

"Summe see your face." 

"Is something wrong with me, Mom?" Rima checked his face, looking for faults as well as flaws. Though she is beautiful and also attractive, but indeed the basis of the husband never liked her from the beginning of marriage. 

"Your presence is ruining my mood." Sarkas Arman sipped black coffee. "Go there!" banish him. 

Rima noticed the departure of her husband who works in the office, only ordinary employees while she takes care of homework. 

"Mas Arman is gone." He immediately locked the door and passed away, trying to cover his face using a red scarf. 

She is often the center of attention of the neighbors julid, always a laughing stock everyone if her husband gives torture. No one tried to save her from the lightness of her husband's hand, like a delightful spectacle. 

Seen an elderly woman sitting at the level of the house, wrinkled hands winnowing rice to remove the rice skin. Rima walked up to mak Itam, giving a kilo of oranges as a hand when visiting. 

"I'm helping you, Mom." Rima immediately grabbed the rice tampi without waiting for an approval answer first. 

"What's wrong? Tumben you're here?" 

"Rima's here for yesterday's problem, the rice kale hasn't reacted." Said Rima staring nanar at the tampi in her peg. 

Itam's tomb smiling showing his teeth that began to blacken, allowing Rima into the house stage which became a shelter at the age of not young anymore. 

"Did you do it according to Mak explain?" 

"It's Mama."

"There are restrictions you must avoid."

"Challenge?" 

The tomb nodded its head while exposing its black teeth. "Don't let Arman know." 

"Mas Arman doesn't know, but there's no reaction whatsoever." Rima starts to get upset, thinking that Itam's mom is just playing with him. "I think I was wrong to come to this place."

"You have to be sure of me, if in doubt then there is no reaction whatsoever. Arman's got to bend your knees, just look at it in a month's time."

"True Mak, I've paid a fortune and spent my savings." 

"I never lie."

Rima returns home, on the way she accidentally meets Sulastri, the woman who is in office with her husband. 

"Eh, Miss Rima. How are you, Mama?" greet Sulastri smiled.

"Okay, how are you? We haven't seen each other in a long time." They hug each other letting go of longing.

"How about Arman? No woman approached him, right?" ask Rima seriously. 

Sulastri gave a special smile, raising his hands as sign language. "Mas Arman is safe Mommy." 

"Thank God, you're the only one I can trust. Don't get tired of being my spy huh" Rima blinked repeatedly, a friend and confidant in spying on her husband in the office. 

"Yes, I trust him. Uh, sorry I can't take long, just go home to pick up the leftover files." 

"Yes gapapa." Rima stared at the departure of Sulastri who was still tied to office work, starting to compare with her who was only a housewife.