She (Unconsidered Wife)
Jealousy to say!

Aisyah finished arranging breakfast at the dinner table and went to the room to call Arshad. Today is a holiday, so Arshad does not go to the office.

Upon entering the room, it turns out Arshad is still sleeping soundly while on his back, with a blanket that is even on the floor. Aisyah bobbed her head looking at that yet still with a sweet smile on her lips.

Aisyah approached and patted Arshad's shoulder gently, "Mas, get up! Breakfast, yuk! I made you your favorite chicken."

"Ergh, what the hell? I'm sleepy, nih! Today's holiday."sahut Arshad with his eyes faithfully closed and a distinctive hoarse voice woke up.

"Who said today whose job? I'm just saying let's get up and have breakfast! I made chicken porridge!"

"Ish, said also, I'm sleepy, Aisha. I can't believe you can make porridge. It must be bad."

Aisyah hit Arshad's arm softly, "eh, nice to say not good. That's the porridge that you ate at the office, I made it."

"Bought at most. Lied to you?"

"Son, I made that."

"Daddy, prett!"

"Eh, you're awake, right? Then let's sit down! Open your eyes! I woke up, and his eyes were closed."

"I'm not awake yet."

"How can you say it?"

"Delirious."

Aisyah chuckled, "Don't joke! Comeup! We'll eat your favorite porridge."

"It must be bad."

"Ish, also from earlier. It's delicious. I learned to make porridge from small..."

Aisyah fell silent and smiled jail. Something came to his mind.

"And I told you that I learned to make chicken porridge for him. Ih, just try if he tries my porridge. I'll be really happy. Happy because it turns out that my efforts to learn to make porridge so far have not been in vain_" Aisyah's words were cut off when Arshad turned and looked at her with annoyance.

Aisyah looked at him confusedly.

"Why?"asked Aisyah with her innocent pretentious face.

"Stop bullshit that pervert guy!"

"He's not a pervert."

Arshad immediately sat facing Aisyah with her hair disheveled, "Great ngeyel said husband. Kualat later! I have to be with my husband."

"You are also the sin of indiscriminate slander. I know him from childhood and even my mother and father also know him. He's a good guy and he'll still be the best for me."

Arshad was getting annoyed, his jaw hardened and his eyes were staring intently at Aisyah. Aisyah still looked calm even looking at Arshad with her sinless face.

Seeing Aisyah's response, making Arshad more upset and immediately returned to lay her body against Aisyah. Honestly, something felt a little strange to her when she acted like a jealous husband. Though he was sure that he did not love Aisyah, but his attitude was very unnatural according to him. Jealous of himself? No, he's not jealous. Arshad continued to convince himself, but somehow his heart continued to reject that belief.

"Well, are we sleeping again? Up,dong!"aisyah Rengek.

"No."

"What then? That'll be the porridge for the cold..."

"Lod."

"Related?"

There was no more word from Arshad and made Aisyah nod her head in understanding. There's one more way. I don't know, he's not sure he's gonna make it either.

"Yes, that's it."

Aisyah moved out of the room and returned to the dining table. Arshad slightly raised his head and gawked at Aisyah's response that seemed indifferent.

"It's just that? Don't want to talk any harder, then? Ish, I'm not so keen on being a wife. Ish,durhaka." grumbled Arshad and returned to lay down his head while kicking the blanket that had been placed back on the mattress by Aisyah.

About a few minutes later, Aisyah returned to the room and approached Arshad who was still mengedumel indistinct while behind him. Aisyah smiled.

Arshad's eyes opened as he smelled a familiar smell. He quickly turned to look at Aisyah who was now holding a spoonful of porridge. Arshad immediately woke up staring at the porridge.

"Where? Still want to push?"asked Aisyah with a wry smile.

Arshad sat down and cleared his throat trying to shake off his prestige, "This is actually because I appreciate you. That's why I want to wake up. If not, I'm very lazy." said Arshad who sounded reasonable.

"Hm, reasons. There's a quick shower, keep coming down!"tell Aisyah.

"Do not, here aja_" Arshad's words were cut off when he did not see the bowl of porridge in Aisyah's hand. There's only a spoonful of porridge.

"Why is that all?"point at Arshad with his chin.

"If you want, go down."

"No ah, you can't eat in the room." said Aisyah as she walked away from Arshad.

"Who said?!"asked Arshad a little scream.

"Me!!"reply Aisyah from the door and eat the porridge on the spoon with rough. Then it completely left Arshad who was already very upset. With a lazy step, Arshad got off the mattress, grabbed his towel and went into the bathroom.

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During breakfast, Arshad continued to stare fiercely at Aisyah as she stuffed the porridge into her mouth violently. While being stared at, choosing not to care and eating his porridge calmly while playing his phone. He was now looking at chat from his older cousin who had contacted at that time, but could not be lifted.

Before long, there was a ringing cell phone, it came from Arshad's cell phone lying at the dinner table. Arshad glanced at the screen of his phone that exposed the name Laras there. There was a sense of laziness to lift it, but something flashed in his smart brain.

Arshad glanced at Aisyah with a slanted smile. Aisyah also glanced at Arshad who was now holding her phone with a curious look.

Who? - Inner Aisyah.

Arshad picked up the phone and put it in his ear.

"Hello,assalamu'alaikum, SAYANG.." said Arshad emphasized the word 'honey' while glancing Aisyah who now frowned dislike.

"What's? You kangen? Me either..."

"Yes, I want to see you too."

"Can you find where? It's weekend, uh."

"What's? Wanna watch? Can..."

Arshad continued to talk occasionally glancing at Aisyah who was now staring at him.

Kapoks! Jealousy, huh? Rasain! - Inner Arshad.

"Ok, then I'll pick you up, yeah."

Drrt drrt

Aisyah's cell phone is ringing. Instantly his face that was upset changed suddenly to see the name on the screen of his cellphone. Ok, now things change. Arshad is now curious.

Who? - Inner Arshad.

"Hello,assalamu'alaikum. How are you, brother?"

"Old time we didn't meet. Acha kangen."

"Sorry brother, because at that time did not have time to pick up the phone brother. It's been busy."

"Findings? Is my brother in Jakarta now?"

"When did he go home? How not to ngabarin?"

"Oh, so that time nelphon wanted to ngabarin anyway. Yes, if so Acha wants to meet. Where but?"

"Ohh, if so later in the afternoon we meet there. Ok,bye! See you!"

Aisyah ended her call and got up while carrying her dirty bowl. As for Arshad, he was annoyed while staring at Aisyah who looked ordinary. Even the conversation sounded natural, there was no intentionality from Aisyah to make her jealous(?) Waitaminute! Of jealousy? No, not jealousy. But upset...maybe(?)

'Argh,bodo. But, who was it, huh? What was that guy that Aisyah used to talk about?' inner Arshad.

But time, right? - inner Arshad again.

"Grad!" the scream came from Arshad's cell phone. It turned out that he was curious about the person who contacted Aisyah, he had forgotten that Laras' call was still unbroken.

"Eh, yeah? I'm sorry, so I took a drink first. We'll meet the usual place, yeah. Bye,sayang. Assalamu'alaikum."Arshad immediately disconnected his call and followed Aisyah with a bowl of former porridge.

Aisha, seeing Arshad's arrival, took over the bowl and washed it. Arshad was still staring at Aisha. Not a look of annoyance, but a look of doubt. He wanted to ask about the caller, but the prestige.

Arshad cleared his throat,"Who was that?"

"Why? What who is it?"instead of answering, Aisha asked back.

"That was it.." replied Arshad hesitated.

Aisyah who had finished washing dishes directly faced Arshad who looked nervous.

"Udah justin, your husband is jealous again. It will be good on its own..."

Ummi's words that time suddenly crossed his memory. Is it true that Arshad is jealous? I think that's an inconclusive thing.

Aisyah sighed, "If jealousy says it!"said Aisyah who made Arshad's eyes round.

Arshad. Is he really jealous? No, it's impossible.

"Ge-er." that one word came out of Arshad's mouth who now chose to go from there. Aisyah just kept quiet and shrugged her shoulders indifferently.