RICH MAN
DISCUSSION FOR A NEW LIFE

After saying goodbye from the family room and approached his wife to the room. The man carries a white plastic containing the martabak. Just now he opened the door, the atmosphere of the room that seemed so peaceful hearing the chanting of the holy verse of the Qur’an. He smiled in the doorway while his wife was still busy with her activities.

The woman may not have been aware of his arrival. He did not want to interfere with his wife's activities and immediately put the plastic on the nightstand and he passed to the bathroom to clean himself.

Rey clearly saw the beautiful face of his wife who was still busy with her activities before she was completely graceful behind the bathroom door.

Moments later he came out of the bathroom and found his wife tidying up her bedroom and ready to go to bed that night. Rey approaches his wife, “You slept fast?” tanyanya while teasing the wife.

“When do you come home? How can I not see? You took a shower,”

“Hehehe, you were busy. That's why I went straight to the bathroom and bought you food. You really like martabak, so because I don't want to disturb, I put it up there. Keep me directly in the shower,” explained Rey while pointing martabak on the nightstand.

“That's your reason, right? You don't want to greet me before you change your clothes. That's because there's a smell of female perfume in your work suit?”

“No love, swear,”

“Your reason, Mas. Why don't you come near me? Usually you do that before I get pregnant, now that I'm pregnant your moves are suspicious. Is it because I can't continue to fulfill your lust, so, Mas?”

Rey glared at him not expecting that it would be a big deal for him. Though his intention did not want to approach his wife because he did not want Marwa to vomit to smell the smell of sweat that had not changed his work suit all day. “I never thought like that, Marwa. I have always intended to hurt you, there is no reason to hurt you. Especially if I hurt your feelings. I never thought about hurting my own wife. Especially the female lyrics out there. I take a shower because I don't want you to throw up because of my sweat,”

“Tuh, right. My pregnancy has always been the main reason for you to sneeze, Mas. Where have you been from before? Usually you tell me, why not tell me today? You buy food outside so that you don't unload?”

He took a breath. Honestly, his wife's pregnancy was very unexpected, Marwa often accused him of being with other women out there if he was late or did not give any news at all.

“Honey, I'm going to Oma's house. Jengukin Oma and talk to Leo. The reason I'm not nervous is because my phone is lowbet,”

“Can use Oma home phone, right?”

Rey scratched his head. He never thought of getting there. It was not even in his brain to tell his wife that he was visiting the Oma.

Suddenly nausea and dizziness were simultaneously felt by Marwa. He put away Reynand who was standing in front of him and immediately ran to the bathroom to spit out everything in his stomach. The quarrel was not over yet, as usual Rey never left if in such circumstances. Her husband was always on standby and helped her nape her nape.

Her husband also helped her gargle and put water in her mouth. “Our child doesn't like it when Mama has a quarrel. That's why you're vomiting, look at my clothes, the smell of sweat. If you smell the sweat I'm sure you'll be back. Prospective Mama can't be too emotional, I understand how you are fussy pregnant. You're even worse at cravings than Mama. But I don't like being accused, Marwa. Out there I always think of you. How are you. And I had no intention of messing around out there with other women when my wife was cravings for my first child. Perhaps it is, that many will seek a replacement or simply a runaway while his wife is pregnant. But honestly, I have no intention of hurting your heart. Hurting women's day struggling to get through these times,”

The woman shed tears from vomiting. Rey patiently removed his wife's headscarf and washed her face. “Please if you are jealous please be jealous. Don't accuse me of being with another woman!” he was still patient to face his wife who was in the bathroom and he wiped his face slowly with a towel he carried.

“You're really not playing with women out there, are you?”

“Same once not, even I was fighting for hard work. Let's buy a house for both of us,” explained Reynand while fixing his wife's hair tie. “Eh, that means the three of us. Same with our baby. Let me not continue to ride the same old man, you want, right?” facing that time of cravings.

“Sorry to me yes,” his wife immediately hugged him tightly.

Rey feels so hard he's facing his wife right now. But he can still be patient and does not want to if the problem is magnified again. If only he faced Marwa with emotion, of course he could not be a good husband let alone the emotions of his wife who had never been stable since pregnancy.

“Eat first! We'll talk about the house we bought. And what kind of decoration do you want for our child?”

“You're not angry with me?”

“Marwa, how can I be angry with you. If you are tired of facing our baby candidates who crave to make you tormented gini. My mom said it hurt. And I learned to understand that. Starting from you who bleach, you who make me sometimes emotional. But I can't fight you with emotions too, because you'll be sad if I get angry, yes, right?”

“That's it, I'll be sad if you get angry. You came home late to make me sad. Especially if you're angry with me, Mom. When will you buy a home?”

“God's Insya asap. Let's settle for the fight,”

“Eh so?”

“Iya let you settle for the rampage, right. I know you're holding back your emotions because there's my parents here. I know how to,”

“Not also,” said Marwa slowly.

“Later if you already have a home. You are free to write,”

“The old house can still, Mas?”

He stroked the top of his wife's head and kissed her and then stroked her on the back. “The old house is a place where there are wounds we have been through. And I don't want to get us to that house again. I don't want it if it's all the same thing I did where I always ignored you. Where when I always make you cry. And again, where I always remember our past,”

“How good it is, Mas. I'll accept.”

NOTE: Sorry for a few days earlier it is rarely updated. In because the author is rarely written because it does not dare to play laptop first because of the lightning rain every day. And also every time you want to update, the network is always a constraint. Please apologize profusely.