SHAHDU IN THE SENDU
What a Sweet Husband
...Part 37's...
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This was the reason her husband asked her to wear shoes. True, so that his legs are more comfortable, because all day it turns out the husband continues to take him around, eating, walking, eating again and walking again. And now here they are, in the Mall.
“Honey, the red paprika ya”.
Zareen nodded and picked up the red peppers and stuck them in the goods trolley.
“What else Mas?”
“Bentar”. Zain pushed his grocery cart and stopped right at the mushroom section shelf.
“Which you are Mas?”
“Everything is aja darling”
“Everything?”
“Iya”. Zain nodded with a grin that showed his teeth.
Enoki mushrooms, oyster mushrooms, lion mane mushrooms, and many other kinds of mushrooms on Zareen shelves take one-on-one, without missing one type. The next week she would cook only this, her husband's favorite meal.
After everything was confirmed to be in the basket, Zain smiled.
“Have a baby?. Anything else not?”
“Mas”
Zain went to the chariot and paid for all the goods he had put in the basket, which was enough for their cooking for the next week.
Arriving at the house Zareen rushed towards the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door was about to compile their cooking stock earlier. Zain who had just finished closed the door caught up and stopped him.
“Za, let it go. You shower gih there, it's so hot looking”.
Zain immediately sat down and took over the grocery bag. Zareen smiled and said.
“Good Mas”.
He stepped up with a smile on his face, and for a moment Zareen stopped his steps to look back at the kitchen, where there is seen her husband who is busy sorting out items to be placed in the parts that suit her. Zareen commented with a smile, These little favors that her husband gave her meant a lot to her. He really likes.
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After the prayer, Zareen helped her husband cook for their dinner. Because he had come home almost magrib, so forced to eat their dinner today so a little late.
“Please sliced it, you wash the mushrooms aja”.
“Emang Mas can?”. Zareen asked with a look of disbelief
“Eh Mas said yes, do not underestimate dear guys, we can also cook lo”
“Serious now?. This onion lo Mas”.
“Here-here, thanks to Mas everything”. Zain took over the knife from his wife's hand, and began slicing the onions.
One clove was finished, two cloves, and on the third his tears fell.
“Sayang please fissure”. Zain looked up and closed his eyes.
Zareen hurried to get a tissue and tiptoed to wipe away Zain's tears.
“Ha ha has enough proof Mas, here is not continuedin”.
And in the end Zain gave up, he admitted defeat by the spiciness of the smell of this stinging onion, indeed, really a wife and mother was a hero to his family.
The couple cooked two menus with the main ingredients of the mushrooms they had bought, with the husband who was happy to help the wife, finally did not take long so cooking.
“God, aroma”. Murmured Zain while continuing to fan the steam of chili sauce mushroom sauce kehidungnya.
“Mas, stop, later his nose can wound”.
"Astaghfirullah,, Yes dear, Mas lupa”. Zain quit the activities that he often does when cooking first with his mother, and well, he often forgets this one fact. Though in the past Mother also very often reminded him, habits are indeed.
Zain picked up his teflon and served the mushroom of his and his wife's pasture sauce to the plate. Then arrange them on their round dining table.
Zareen scoops rice for Zain, and at the same time the side dish.
“Against”.
Zareen raised her eyebrows, and smiled curtly at the husband who was grinning with his hand ready with his spoon and fork.
“Udahhh...?”. Zareen asked to confirm, she knew that her husband was very manic with mushrooms.
And sure enough, all that was left was the sauce, all the mushrooms were gone.
“Alahamdulillah..”. Zain wiped his mouth with a tissue.
“Thanks to his wife Mas”.
“Iya Mas, equally. Kan Mas also participated in cooking earlier, thanks also Mas, already want to help”.
“Iya dear, equally”
“Hmmm Za..”
“Iya Mas”. Reply Zareen who is already in wasthafel.
“There is no place you want to really visit dear?”
...or what do you want to try to do, but not yet deliver?”
Zareen turned and leaned against the wasthafel table, “Iza kepengen walk under the falling petals of Mas” cherry blossoms.
Zain looked at the wife's face with a faint smile on his lips.
“Sakura flowers yes. That's it baby?”
“Za Shy Mas”. Answer with the rarity
“Then why?. What Za, tell me, Mas your husband, do what shame”
“He he, from small, since Za watch Snow White Film, since then Za want to feel the cold snow Mas, curious how it feels to hold the white granules”.
“He he so ya”.
“Iya Mas's. Where would you like to visit?”
“It's like getting there too deh”.
“Where?”
“To place existing sakura same snow”.
“Ha ha can do that, that's my dream. Yes cooking can be the same as Mas” dreams.
“Ha ha ya canalah babe”.
“The temperature is not creative”
“Creative dear, the proof Mas falls on the best choice, it's the sign Mas creative ha ha”
Zareen snorted and smiled knot, “Terserah Mas aja, Mas can always win the debate, I'm aja”.
“Don't forget dong dear, it will not be exciting ha ha”
Zareen turned around and continued to wash the dishes. She had to say yes, if she continued on her own that would be spent words, her husband was very reliable in the debate.
“You slept first yes, Mas want to check email first”.
Zareen nodded, then Zain headed out to his study. Zareen closed the windows of their room, tired of walking around the day as soon as his body fell on a soft mattress, he fell asleep.
Zain checked all the emails that he had not opened all day, he opened them one by one, read and understood them carefully. Until all he finished reading, Zain glanced at the clock that showed 11:00, it was very late.
“Hoam..”.
Zain closed his laptop and moved from his seat.
He opened the door of the room and found his lover who looked very sound in his sleep with the lights still on. Zain approached and turned off the lights leaving a sleeping lamp on the nightstand, then lying next to his wife.
Zain took the unfolded blanket under Zareen's feet, then wrapped himself and Zareen.
“Have so much as”.
Zareen who felt the movement wriggled and turned the direction of his sleep which now faced the husband. Zain smiled and rubbed Zareen's back to calm down in his sleep.
“Beautiful dreams dear, one by one we will realize your beautiful dreams, Insyaallah”.
Zain kissed Zareen's forehead, and then drowned in a sea of dreams following his lover.
TO BE CONTINUE
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