Rice Shell For My Husband
Chapter 8 - Without Purpose

Sulastri is very angry and pushes Rima's body, but someone comes like a bad luck hero. Arman immediately grabbed the body of his wife who was about to fall, staring at the perpetrator with a sharp look and a very surprised look. 

"Sulastri?" Arman could not cover up from the shock of seeing someone with a face smashed full of pus, feeling nauseous when smelling a foul scent. 

"Mas Arman, please help me." Sulastri approached while holding the two burly hands spoiled, trying to draw sympathy back. 

Arman loudly brushed it off, the face that used to be so admired now there was only disgust that was afflicting him. "Sway me! Your face is disgusting and makes me vomit." 

"Mas, I'm like this because of your wife." Snapped Sulastri who lost the limit of patience. 

"Have a son wrong people, you most use a cream that contains mercury and blame me? It might be karma." Rebut Rima while folding both hands in front of the chest with true arrogance, satisfied if the position above. The oppression that Arman used to do and also the betrayal of a close friend made him desperate to do anything regardless of the consequences that will be received later.

"That's because you're playing shaman." 

"Ngaco. Come on, I'd better go home. Stressful people love to be different, always blame people without proof." Rima dragged her husband's hand, smiling happily to achieve a victory that was only temporary. 

Sulastri is furious and also vengeful at Rima who managed to take control of Arman completely, crying desperately with her broken face. "I won't stay silent, I'll unload if you use pellets for Arman's mas and also make my face crumble." He sighed with a fiery spirit. 

Rima wondered why her husband had come home sooner, afraid that the game would be exposed. "Why can it be here?" I asked slowly and hesitated a little. 

"Mas misses you and asks the boss for permission." Arman replied while Rima nodded in understanding.

Arriving at home, as usual Arman did whatever the wife ordered without ever complaining, starting from cleaning the house and cooking food for them to enjoy. 

Rima was very satisfied with her husband's service, a pseudo-love that somehow lasted until when. Enjoy and sit like a queen who commands only. 

"Over very long Mas, cepetan dong. I'm hungry!" snapped Rima who lifted the plate while holding a rumbling stomach. 

"Yes, in a minute." Arman wiped off the sweat on his forehead, and finished off the scanty cooking. He serves food on Rima's plate, as well as the roles of those who once swapped. 

Rima enjoyed her husband's cooking, no matter if her smooth legs were clasped by Arman who tried to tease her. "What the hell is Mas? Just interrupt it." His grunts looked annoyed. 

Arman seemed hesitant to see the situation that was not fitting. "I want you to serve me." Persuade him with a sparkling face, willing to ask permission to go home just miss the caress of the wife. 

"I'm tired, next time." Cetus Rima rejects him, for some reason he has no passion for Arman. The memory before she had her husband kept ringing, on the one hand she loved her husband and on the other she hated him so much. If it wasn't for Itam's grave, maybe he would have been tortured, either to survive or not. 

"You have not served me for a long time." Seen a disappointed streak in the eyes of Arman, eager to be angry because the desire as a man is not channeled. 

"What's? You want to be mad, whatever." Reply to Rima with both eyes that are almost out of place. 

Rima hit the dining table very hard, staring at the man next to her sharply as a razor-shaking tub. "Enough Mas, I'm tired of you just demanding it." She is not ready to have a child with a man who has hurt her, there is a sense of unwillingness to give seed space in the womb. 

Rima passed away without spending the food on the plate that still remains a lot, while Arman was stunned to see the back of the wife who started away. His appetite becomes lost, when biological needs cannot be channeled. But strangely he did not feel angry, trying to understand Rima's situation and mood. 

"Rima was never rude, why after I canceled my second marriage did she change." Arman knew he was guilty of incising wounds, and changed the character of the wife.

Rima locked the room door crying, slowly shuffling to the floor with tears. His heart and mind began to fight about what happened, between hate and love made him lose his direction. "What's wrong with me? Why is it so hard to give Arman space? What am I really looking for if not for his love? After doing all this and I still haven't got what I want." So many questions were on his mind, dilemmas that perched in his mind as if gnawing at his heart. 

Rima laid her body on the bed, staring straight at the window. Although he had made efforts to get the desire of his heart was still unhappy with what he achieved.  

"Their betrayal still I can't erase from my memory." His monologue rubbed his face violently. 

The sound of knocking on the door, Rima turned to the origin of the voice and was very reluctant to open the door. 

"Rima.Rima, I am sorry. If you don't want to, I won't force you either. I promise I won't ask you to get pregnant, but don't get mad. I can't be far from you, even my love is greater than this life." Arman felt guilty. 

Rima grew sobbing, smiling mockingly at himself. "Heh, he can say like it's just the effect of the pellets." 

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Days change but both seem to be limited by a wall, where Rima is indifferent and does not pay attention to her husband anymore. Life is increasingly bland, and he also began to leave the ritual of tarnishing the warm rice that is always served to the husband.

Rima decided to walk without direction, where she was just contemplating what was happening. The rice pellet shell from Itam's mak did not make him happy but further broke his heart. 

Someone accidentally hit him to fall, saw a helping hand in front of him. A woman wearing shar'i clothes smiled at him, visible from the folds in the eyes even though the woman was wearing a veil. 

"Sorry, I accidentally bumped into you." Said the woman.

"No, it's my dreamy fault." Rima grabbed the woman's hand feeling regretful. 

"You look agitated, what's up?" ask the woman. 

Rima hesitated to tell her a fatal mistake she had been working on just to get the love and revenge on her husband. 

"You're right." 

Rima who was hesitant to be sure to tell about life problems and mistakes that have been made, very sorry because there was no result obtained by him. Even all the words of the mak Itam all forms of ritual began to be abandoned, but that made it strange that his whole body felt tired.