Shortage of My Wife
Playing a Role of Being a Good Wife

Mita's return from the company certainly made Yazid sigh in relief. All the food that he had already drained was simply spewed out without any residue. Yazid really can't resist the nausea in his stomach. He never stopped his wife in the bathroom. Mita has just arrived at her home. He walked into the house with a big smile on his face. One person who has always been the place to give birth is the grandmother-in-law.

In her room Mita called the grandmother.

"Kok tumben don't cry, Mit?" ask the grandmother. There he saw Mita's radiant face.

Her heart was so happy to see her husband eating so well. "Grandmother, tomorrow I'm going to the office again to bring you some lunch Brother Yazid. I think my cooking this time worked. The proof is that he ate up" said Mita with a feeling of pride.

The grandmother who heard also smiled whether it was because of Mita's delicious cuisine or because the grandson listened to his words not to throw away the food that had been cooked by the wife.

"You've learned to cook well so it tastes better. Now that you're taking a break in the afternoon Yazid will be home from work, please welcome your husband."

Their calls were eventually cut off. Mita who heard the grandmother's words was reluctant to rest. He prefers to wash clothes.  The tutorial on youtube became a guide for the woman at this time with the same brand of washing machine.

Half a day the woman spent with the clothes in a special room. He even endured the overwhelming sleepiness at this time from waking up from dawn. Several times he stretched his tired body to iron.

"Why do I fold like this? Can not be neat as in the video." he said annoyed to see one shirt several times he has been covered still can not look neat and symmetrical.

Be so many clothes he hung without anyone folded at that time. Shortly afterwards Mita fell asleep while sitting leaning in the room. He did not realize that the smoke in front of him began to evaporate.

From the outside the sound of a car that is almost inaudible makes Mita not wake up at all. The sound of Yazid's footsteps towards the room at that time was clearly echoing in the house. His return was greeted with a chaotic house appearance. Oily floors and kitchens that are still messy garbage that has not been thrown away. The man massaged his head in pain right then and there.

"Where else are people?" it means the wife who does not come. The empty room, Yazid looking towards the washing machine looks like there is still some clothes that are not finished in the washing. He walked towards the clothes room there he rounded his eyes.

"Geez!" he screamed and the shock made Mita jump in shock.

"Sir Yazid, why is this?" the shock when he opened his eyes the room was already smoky.

Instead of helping, Yazid pushed his wife's body. "You're not working?" he ran after pushing Mita down on the floor.

Yazid is looking for a fire extinguisher. Almost their new home will disappear. Luckily, he came home from the office. Mita who ignored it also ran after her husband to help him.

"Stop, Mita!" yazid shouted loudly. His face was clearly so angry at this moment.

"Don't make it all the more messy!" yazid's jolt made Mika fall silent in place. The man stepped out of the fire at that moment. He believes if this is not a matter of putting iron on the clothes alone but the temperature is too high can make the clothes so let out a spark that makes the fire burn.

Mita silently watched the husband inside with teary eyes. Again he made a mistake. Mita was sad she headed to her room and sat down on the side of the bed.

"I can't cry. My cooking today was eaten by Yazid. I can't cry." said Mita encouraging herself.

While outside, Yazid who finished securing the house seemed to be sitting down heaving a sigh of relief. His tired return to rest must be welcomed with something very emotionally draining like this due to having a wife who can not do anything.

"How could it be, what the hell is that woman?" annoyed.

In the evening, Mita cooks again. This time he cooked soup and fried tempeh only. Mita is very careful in cooking. Don't let anything make your husband angry. However, his dreamy mind due to the incident last afternoon when Yazid pushed him rough made Mita forget to take a cloth coating to hold the handle of the soup pot.

"Oh.." she immediately silenced her mouth. Her hands blistered that night but Mita did not want her husband to know. She did not want to show her carelessness to her husband.

"Sister Yazid should only know I can't cook. I don't want to be considered careless and a troublemaker." he said.

Mita rushed down her long shirt so as not to show her blistered hands. The two ate quietly, although again Yazid felt like swallowing micin water. Now it is not the taste of salt anymore but micin which is very excessive.

"God, God..Why may I ask to change my wife?" he murmured in his heart as he closed his eyes. Yazid's memory of her grandmother's words again made her gulp water to push the food in her mouth.

"Snake after eating toothbrush and sleepyah? I'm going to scold you." said Mita showing her concern again.

Although Yazid only silently did not respond, Mita did so while in both rooms. She was gently massaging her husband's feet. Several times Yazid rolled his eyeballs at night when he felt the touch of his wife's hand was not felt at all.

Even several times Mita glanced at her phone when she heard the notification sound. Yazid was convinced that it was his wife's friends. And Yazid's guess is correct. At first glance Mita sees the conversation in the group without opening her phone.

His friends invited him to hang out. Since marrying Mita really never joined them. She promised her family and grandmother to be a good wife. Mita always spends her time taking care of her husband and home. No complaining at all.

"Well, the Mita really sucks. The man should not be too much in ration. Later crunched." a chat came back in even though Mita had no answer to their message.

Samar Yazid glanced at his wife to make sure that her guess was correct. It was just a message from Mita's friends. The silence continued until the two decided to go to sleep. As usual Yazid would lie on his back to his wife and Mita hugged him tightly from behind.