Rice Shell For My Husband
Chapter 14

There was a sigh*n sound in the next room, tears kept rolling and passed through both cheeks, pain in the heart that whack made a sense of tightness that could not be avoided anymore. Deliberately closing both ears and closing his eyes, the destruction he felt could not be expressed in words. 

He had tried hard, but the voice that made his heart heat up so much that he could no longer hold it. A hand that touched and stroked his hair, Rima was surprised and immediately sat staring at the perpetrator who was none other than Darma in the form of a handsome man dressed in ancient kingdom. 

"Don't be sad, Dinda, I'm always there for you." Darma said very gently, giving comfort that Rima had never felt.

Rima was struck with the caress and attention from Darma, but it flashed in the monstrous-looking shadow of the handsome man. "You here?" 

"Yes, I know you're sad and came to cheer you up." Darma. 

"Well, can you explain who you really are?" Rima was curious about the origin of the man, wiping away the tears that had flowed from earlier and sitting himself slightly away. 

"My name is Darma Adi Purnomo Wijaya, prince of the abunians in an eastern region." 

"Pa-prince?" Rima knitted her two eyebrows confused and curious. 

"Yes, this is my true form in my nature. Don't be afraid of your own husband, I promise never to hurt you again, Dinda." Darma's shady gaze was able to hypnotize Rima, let alone a beautiful face never seen before. 

"Why then would you ally with Itam's grave and attack me?" Rima did not immediately believe, investigate and interrogate all doubts in his mind.

"You're the reason I did that, that greedy old woman named Mak Itam became one of our intermediaries. I've been watching you for a long time, but there's no loophole to it." Darma. 

Rima was speechless, the handsome man who claimed to be the prince so admired him. "But what attracted you to me?" 

"That's because you're always lonely after marriage, daydreaming every twilight I accidentally see." Darma revealed the reason behind liking Rima whose dreamy hobby, pity and empathy fostered his love. Always find a way to re-unite. 

"Hem." Slowly Rima began to feel comfortable telling her grievances to Darma and forget the sigh*n from the next room. Start drifting in the words and sweet treatment of Darma which turns out to get real comfort. 

"Trust me, I will always protect you. Dinda can call me anytime, I don't mind." Darma wears a faint smile as Rima begins to get comfortable with her attention and sweet speech. 

Rima starts planning bad things to avenge her, giving whatever she has and handing it to Darma as a deal. One desire of supernatural beings is to engage in forbidden relationships that are contrary to the laws of nature. 

In the morning, Rima glanced at Sulastri finished the bath and a small towel winding over her head signifying the finish of the shampooing, walking towards her with a smug smiling triumphant look on her face. 

"Make Arman mas tea yes, my body sore nih." Sulastri's Order. 

"Aren't you the one who wants to serve Arman? Why tell me to, make it yourself." Reject Rima who is not afraid because she has a husband from another realm who can help her. 

"Heh, you are his wife and it is your duty to do that. That's not the time to understand." Sulastri left his waist, his mood in the morning was broken. 

"You yourself asked me to focus on my content, and you focused on serving Mas Arman. Don't lick your own spit!" 

"I'm aduin it's the same as Arman." 

Rima laughed as the actor tried to become the queen in that place. "Whatever, I'm not afraid. Don't forget your status here is just my husband's pel*cur, and complain to the people to be expelled." 

It could have been Rima pitting Sulastri out of her husband's house, but she didn't want that to happen because the game was just starting, the power she gained after Darma convinced her. "From now on, I'll make you suffer, then Arman's mas is my next target. He said in his heart. 

Arman was furious to see the dining table seem empty, throwing a saji hood on the floor. "Five..Rima!" his screech yelled, sounds echoing throughout the room. 

"Yes, what's wrong?" Rima walked leisurely, no matter what Arman would say. 

"It's breakfast time, where's my breakfast?" the snapping raised the voice, while Rima just smiled indifferently in addition to the arrival of Sulastri who increasingly made the atmosphere hot. 

"All your pel*cur cook, aren't you afraid I'll have a crotch rice pellet?" 

"Take a bite now, I'm going to the office." Arman is furious that none of Rima's work is in order, usually the house looks clean and food is always available. 

"Tell Sulastri there, count her to learn to be your wife." Rima passed go into his room and lock the door, not forgetting the headset in the ear play his favorite song.  

"Mas, I'm hungry. Make fried rice dong," Sulastri held Arman's arm spoiled, a rumbling stomach severely tormenting him. 

"Right Rima said, you have to learn to be my wife instead of knowing how to play in bed." Cetus Arman's. 

"Oh, that's what Arman is." 

"Udahlah ahh." Arman passed away and was about to get ready to leave for the office, but his appearance was very messy. He wanted to call Rima, but his prestige and ego came back to control him. A very hungry stomach was forced to be restrained and would be filled after lunchtime. 

In the office, Arman could not focus on working because he did not eat breakfast. Some of his friends in the office felt the change, starting from his tangled clothes not ironed plus a slightly pale face. 

"Why are you, sick?" someone patted his shoulder. 

"I haven't had breakfast Yo." Arman answered honestly. 

"Where is your wife? Tumben Rima doesn't give you food, especially the first time you wear a tangled outfit." Aryo was concerned. 

Arman twitched his temple while breathing heavily. "He's sick again." His lie that does not want office friends to know if he and Sulastri live one roof that will impact on his second job at stake. 

"Arman, you're called boss sir." Knock someone who comes to the work desk of the owner of the name. 

"What's wrong?" ask Arman curiously.

"Don't know." 

Arman nodded his head, got out of his chair and walked towards the superior room. He knocked on the door and sat down, his heart racing quickly when the expression of the superior was unknown. 

"Sorry, why did you call me?" 

"Look. The debt you have has accumulated so much, I hope you pay it or get fired from the company."