Secret of My Dear Wife (Really Kuyang)
PROLOGUES

PROLOGUES

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My name is RADITYA WIRYAWAN, I am one of the famous successful garment entrepreneurs in my city. The beginning of my business was founded, just an ordinary home compection. because it is tenacious and my patience in working, my business is very good, eventually my efforts advanced and developed so that it became the garment as it is today.

Thank God too, from my garment business. I already have my own dream house, which I have dreamed and imagined.and a white Daihatsu Xenia car and my other personal assets.

Besides all, I was also given a beautiful and kind wife, her name is KAMAYA LESTARI. she is a good-hearted woman like an angel only. because he is my life that was once slumped, now can rise and be excited again.

Not only that the most beautiful thing that God gave to my life, after 2 years I married Kamaya. finally I was awarded a beautiful little princess, cute, adorable, adorable, cheriwis and also very smart, which I named RARA KUMALASARI.

My life and my kamaya now feels complete and clop really. when the presence of Rara began to decorate my days and also my wife.we feel to be the only family in this world is the happiest, most happy, we even think the others just contract and leave.

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The accident, which almost broke my wife's neck, made her critical in the ICU room, and was pronounced dead by the doctor.

But whether a miracle or something, I do not know and can not be understood by logic.My wife suddenly healed in a matter of a few hours, and I was not, but according to the doctor at the hospital where my wife was being treated, at that time my wife's heart and pulse had stopped beating and not beating anymore, he said, there was no sign of life on his body.

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Again I remember the tragic events of seven years ago, which almost took the lives of me and my wife who was pregnant young at that time.

A large truck with a load of tissue, joleng right in front of the car I was driving. My position at that time, fit behind the big truck. my car directly hit the truck and rolled towards the car that I was driving. So that the network penetrated into the glass of my car, fate that the network even hit my wife's neck. at the time of the incident I survived, because my position fell down below my wife's thigh.

"Yeahh! father ko bengong aja sich, yaya yapey yah."tegur rara princess only my puppet that disperse me from daydreams.

"Eh, my dear father's son has gone home.how, was it exciting not to play? "O yeah, where's mom, where's she not?"I asked to look around, because I didn't see the mother coming home with Rara.

"The mother said that she wanted to go to pacay first well, katana wanted to beyi cayulan." replied my daughter who was still slurred while talking.

"Oh, that's it."I replied briefly.

"But yaya lapey peyut really dad, yaya penen matan."whingk my daughter while holding her stomach which began to sound.

CRUTCH... KRUCIKS....

"Wah.. cayang father was starving, until the sound of worms that again concert, stomach father's son."godaku while rubbing his small stomach that looks deflated.

"Matana buluan dong yah, fetchin yaya masatan."letah rara while whining.

"Yaya yaya yang paying handsome diyumah cendiyian, yaya tuh dak want matan baco, ngerti no cih! yaya wants matan macatan mother aja father."decline firmly rara while manyun.

Yes, indeed all this time my son rara. he only wanted to eat food cooked by his mother only.Even for snacks like other children, it was very rare. I do not know how my wife, can educate my son rara so smart and obedient to mother and father.

I never suspected my wife in the least of all what my wife had given to my son, because I thought also the food I made myself, it was, more delicious and healthy than the hawker hawker hawker on the fifth leg.

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After finishing the entire house, my wife Kamaya immediately cooked lunch for me. Now at the dining table is neatly arranged, various kinds of dishes my favorite side dishes. starting from chicken rendang, jengkol stew, mustopa potatoes and there is also my favorite smoked meat capcay.

"Ohh....!! my wife is indeed a smart chef and also great.especially when it comes to cooking food like this doang, anyway top markotop deh."capku praise while smiling pepsodent and brandishing my two thumbs.

My wife only replied with a small smile, while pinching my nose a little sharp alias pug.

"It's your custom well, it's usually just me graze me." he said with his cheeks that began to blush in embarrassment.

"Ah already well ngegegembelnya, mother want to give you lunch first in her room" said my wife again as she passed away.

And I just nodded slowly, eating the food in front of me, because it was so bad, all the worms in my stomach have been thrashing and began a demo asking for food rations.

But yes that's how my wife's strange behavior, she always just separated the food and food that I eat. Even for seven years I married her, she said, I could never eat with a table with him and my son.

But, although the nature of kamaya likes to be strange so. I never mind that, moreover I can be angry and upset with him. because I think kamaya is, I think kamaya is, my wife and mother are perfect in my eyes.

"Well..!! you finished not eating?"ask my wife when I get out of Rara's room.

"Udah bun, you don't want to eat?"I answered while cleaning my teeth from food scraps tucked in toothpicks.

"Mother has eaten ko, well. earlier while nyuapin rara all mother eat too." answered my wife while cleaning the dining table.

My wife was always diligent in cooking food for me every day, but in the slightest I never saw her touch and eat the dishes she had cooked herself. because I am the type of person who likes to be cocky and curious, I once ventured to ask him but carefully because I did not want my wife to be offended, his heart was offended, even hurt by my trivial question.

"Yes..!! why the hell mother never want to eat dishes that have been cooked mother? if you eat dad alone it's too much bun." I asked slowly but looked around.

"Well...! how many times have you told your father.if the mother from childhood did not like to eat rice and other dishes, mother only likes and can eat porridge only well."answer my wife in a relaxed tone.

Had crossed my mind at that time, because of the curiosity and kepo who continued to study in my soul.which I wanted to find out soon, he said, and it felt like I was going to open a boiler containing food porridge to make sure and see if it was true that it was porridge, but my wife always forbade me with reason this is what.

Once I had been caught by my wife, when I was desperate to see the porridge boiler.

"Dad...!! mother has told me how many times and warned me too, do not ever try once father opened the boiler, or father will regret later."message and threat from my wife, at that time I just nodded the sign of yes.

Ah yes already, think I'm just a matter of porridge why should I extend everything. existing will cause a long commotion, if I deny it.

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