Rice Shell For My Husband
Chapter 5 - The black shadow

Rima smiled satisfied to be able to avenge her husband, now she can reverse the situation she once received. The appearance of the unkempt now like a beautiful angel, of course all thanks to his request which is always obeyed Arman. 

On a beautiful evening, Rima approached her husband intending to ask for something. With a glass of coffee and a snack of cookies served as a friend, a sweet smile on the face and of course become a free wife. 

"This is the coffee drink first!" she said as she sat next to her husband, still smiling meaningfully and with veiled intentions. 

"Tumben you made me coffee" said Arman who had kissed the wife, a desire that drained the wallet. A smile that feels bland because he is stuck in debt to meet the needs of the wife increasingly demands this and that. 

"Oh my goodness, so that man doesn't have to su'udzon. I'm your wife and it's appropriate to serve and please your heart, am I wrong?" again and again Rima dodged with such a delicate word. 

"I don't mean it that way, you'll know for yourself that I'm your maid. You must want something." Terka Arman who has understood the wishes of his wife. 

Rima flicked her lips forward, then smiled closer to her husband. "Mas, the widowed Tini ma'am has a gold bracelet. Look at my bare hands, there's no jewelry attached other than our wedding rings." He said, showing both hands forward. 

"That's what I said. You must be asking for something that always makes me dizzy." Reject the tasteless Arman again to sip coffee made by Rima. 

"Oh, so you start the calculation, same with me. You'd forgotten? What did you give me while we were married?" Rima's cursing raised his voice with both eyes widening.

Arman recalled how he had given nothing but grief and torture due to his light hands, I don't know why he loved the wife he had been hurting since the night before the failed marriage with Sulastri. He also did not know what had happened lately, following all Rima's words without caring about being in debt. 

"Sorry baby, not now yeah.I'm not paid yet." Persuade Arman soften his voice. 

"No, I want a gold bracelet anyway, period." Rima folded both hands in front of her chest while throwing away her face and passed away leaving her husband. 

Arman breathed a rough sigh while rubbing his face, he was so frustrated with the request of the wife that more and more day. Surprisingly he always obeys all Rima's words and pleases the wife who recently looks attractive to make him love dead. 

"What should I do now? Boss must not have given me the kasbon, how do I grant Rima's request?" his monologue with a look of helplessness. 

The night that had been very quiet, now Arman's mind became tangled. A few patrons were visible from the front, immediately he came out and called out to a few people. 

"Surip's..Diman!" screeched Arman who ran over. 

"Eh, Arman. What was? We want to hitch this." Said Surip who was very lazy to meet his friend. 

"I'm coming!" 

"Tumben you want to come along, usually want to stick to Rima." Diman Ledek. 

"His name is also his beloved wife." 

"You've been weird since you've been married to Sulastri, you used to hate seeing Rima but now it's the opposite." 

Arman showed only the grin of the horse, not answering because he had no answer. 

The three begin to patrol, Diman and Surip see Arman's disquiet that looks tangled. "There's especially? Your face's not ironed yet." 

"Why?" answer the two in unison. 

"Because Tini's mom is showing off jewelry, Rima also wants jewelry. Even though the kasbon in the company must be the boss does not give it." 

"Catian is very much your life, do not often follow the request of the wife." 

"Truely said Diman, love is love but remember also the limits of reasonableness. Besides you're getting weird, always obey Rima's request. He has snapped at you, made you a servant, so obey anyway. Don't you get the Rima's pellet." Surip said.

"Huss carelessly you, I'm in love with him to death." 

"As you are." 

"Eh, but a few days ago I saw Rima visiting Itam's grave." Said Diman who was excited again in the middle of fighting drowsiness. 

"Mak Itam who is known as a shaman is not it?" connect Surip. 

"Ho'o mak Itam only he doang here." 

"Be careful you man, it could be you in the Rima pellet." Diman's response was very serious, while Arman only chuckled to hear gossip stories from his two friends. 

"You haven't had a coffee, man, you gossip." Arman decided to walk first while laughing at his friend's story. 

"Yee.di says you don't believe." Saying Diman sneered at Arman from behind. 

Rima smiled in satisfaction as she looked at the contents of the closet full of expensive clothes, bags, and shoes her collection. "Haha, Sulastri must be hot to see all this." Yes, he intended to show off all the items he bought in the shopping center, more concerned with fashion than the rice in the kitchen that had run out. 

"No one can have Arman mas, he will submit and obey me." Rima laughs creepily with the victory achieved, hitting the opponent very easily thanks to the help of mak Itam.

"I have to cook the crotch rice for Arman's mas." Rima closed the closet and rushed to cook rice in the morning, of course with the study taught by mak Itam full of perverts. 

After a long wait, the cooked hot rice was immediately lifted and put it back between the two open legs, reading the study with the intention and purpose to make Arman obedient to his words. 

The ritual has been completed, Rima keeps the rice and heats it up in the morning. He smiled cunningly, no matter if the liquid from his Miss V had been mixed into the warm rice that would not be known. 

A flash of black shadow made Rima very surprised, moreover her body felt there was a very strong urge, lucky that the rice did not spill. "What was that?" his monologue while regulating irregular breathing, was very surprised and still kept a positive mind.

The black shadow again flashed in front of him, slowly rewinding footsteps with a look of fear. A hand touching his shoulder made him jump in shock. 

"Mass? You're here?" Rima spontaneously turned around, sweat pouring on the forehead while in the caress with hands, body trembling in addition with a pale face. 

"What's wrong with you, what's wrong?" Arman frowned looking at his wife. 

"I'm fine." Rima breaks through Arman and enters the room, seeing the clock on the wall showing midnight.