
The night greeted. Ayana had already entered the room with Wulan. Wulan seems to be asleep even though the night is not too late. But Ayana had not been able to close her eyes. The girl stared at her phone screen, hoping Dimas would contact her.
"What do I expect from people who don't love me. The one who only thinks I'm a sister. And maybe now I don't think I'm a sister anymore. Maybe he now hates me because I've forced him to marry me" murmured Ayana softly. Without feeling her tears.
Imagining her relationship with Dimas will not be long enough to make Ayana's chest feel tight.
Toyib had just returned from buying food. Dimas had prepared rice and tableware. The man was waiting for Toyib to arrive.
"What side dishes did you buy, Yib?"tanya Dimas picked up a plastic bag held by Toyib.
"There is a chicken stew, tofu, tempeh and sambal only. The others are over. Understandably, it's been quite late,"sohut Toyib.
Dimas sighed hearing the answer from Toyib. Take out the food Toyib bought.
"Yes already. Let's eat!"bring Dimas. The man just took tofu, tempeh and sambal only.
"Why don't you eat the chicken?"toyib asked when he saw the side dish that Dimas picked up only knew and tempe only..
"You, don't you, know! I don't like processed chicken, if the one who cooks it isn't Ayana" said Dimas.
At first Dimas did not intend to eat processed chicken meat cooked by Ayana. Because actually Dimas always nauseous if eating processed chicken meat. But somehow, when Dimas was so tempted to see the chicken meat cooked by Ayana. Dimas tried to eat processed chicken meat cooked by Ayana. And after eating processed chicken meat cooked by Ayana, Dimas actually likes and does not feel nauseous. Somehow the girl was processing her chicken meat, so Dimas did not feel nauseous when eating Ayana's chicken.
"Ah, yes. I forget. What is the difference between chicken cooked by Ayana and others? Why is it only chicken cooked by Ayana that you can eat?"toyib asked curiously.
"I don't know either. But it seems that the chicken cooked by Ayana does not smell fishy like the one cooked by others. And to be sure, my stomach does not feel nauseous when eating processed chicken cooked by Ayana. If cooked by someone else, always makes my stomach feel nauseous," said Dimas.
"Don't Ayana put winnows in her cooking so that we are always addicted to her cooking and so do not like the cuisine of others," Toyib joked.
"Yes. We are in the same position as him. So just love her cooking, "the timpal Dimas makes Toyib laugh more.
"Dim, it's been four days Ayana's stay at Mr. Parman's house. Why don't you pick it up?"toyib asked seriously.
"Leave it. Take another holiday. If he wants to, he'll go home by himself, too" said Dimas lightly.
"Where can it be like that. It is not good for a wife to stay at someone else's house without her husband. Especially for days. Dim, Ayana was still a child, still a child, even plain. She doesn't know anything about how to be a wife.You're more mature. The older you, and in fact her husband, should have taught and guided Ayana to be a good wife. Not just letting him do what he shouldn't do. And you have to remember one thing, Ayana is your wife. Her parents have entrusted Ayana to you. Now, Ayana is your responsibility to the afterlife. It is no longer the responsibility of his parents, let alone the responsibility of Mr. Parman" Toyib said at length. Feeling annoyed, irritated and bogged down with Dimas' attitude that seemed less concerned about what Ayana was doing.
"Yes.iya.Iya. I'll call him, so that he'll come home tomorrow, "that Dimas took a deep breath, grabbed his phone.
"Called him? You told him to come home by calling him? Do you want me to kick it, huh?"sergeant Toyib is emotional.
"Then you want me how?"tanya Dimas let out a rough breath. Trying to control emotions confronts his best friend who behaves like a fierce father-in-law whose daughter was abandoned.
"Fetch him tomorrow! She's your wife. Not your friend! Play the phone to tell her to go home. Where is your responsibility as a husband?"sambar Toyib was really upset at Dimas.
"You end up making me emotional. They are old, but there is no adult! Can't think wisely. Have a beautiful wife, kinyis-kinyis even in the wild to go long. In the embat new people know the taste!"ketus Toyib then went out of the house to neutralize his emotions.
"Huff. I feel like I live with my father-in-law," murmured Dimas gave a rough breath.
The next day Dimas was getting ready to go to work. As usual, Dimas prepared the merchandise he would carry.
"Where are you going?"toyib asked while rubbing her wet hair with a small towel. Staring at Dimas who arranged his wares into a bag.
"You trade while being hooked. Later in the afternoon just pick up Ayana,"sahut Dimas still arrange his goods into a bag.
"Stop thinking about trading! Mending hurry up and get your wife there!"ketus Toyib's.
"If I don't trade, then what does my wife want me to feed? The grass? The rocks? In this day and age grass and stones must be bought with money, "so Dimas took a rough breath.
"Yes, I bought it with money. Yes, yes, want to buy a hug,"sambar Toyib made Dimas sigh many times withstanding emotions.
"Well, it's known,"so Dimas still continues to compile his wares.
"Of course I know. Can't you see the weather out there? It looks cloudy out there. Are you not afraid of the rain? You didn't forget, did you? If your wife has trauma?"sergeant Toyib.
Dimas who heard Toyib's words spontaneously looked out of the house. And yes, the weather looks cloudy. Although where Ayana was not necessarily raining, but still Dimas became worried. Without saying anything more, Dimas hurried to change his clothes and pick up the billbook.
"I'm leaving!"pamit Dimas rushed out of the house.
Toyib could only sigh and shake his head at Dimas who hurriedly set off.
"Basic stupid! Having a wife as beautiful as Ayana was even allowed to stay at someone else's house. If people embrace, I, right, also lose! Where else can you get a sister who is beautiful, sweet, pinter cook, considerate and adorable like Ayana? If my dear sister gets to the bottom of people, I really get that head of Dimas, "grumbled Toyib who was really upset at Dimas.
Dimas walked quickly out of the village and rushed in search of public transport. Dimas took public transport with feelings of anxiety and worry. Because it looks like the weather is going to rain. But Dimas was relieved when he arrived in the village of Pak Parman. It turned out that the weather in the village looked bright, unlike in the village where he contracted.
"Thank God! The weather here is bright," muttered Dimas feeling relieved.
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To be continued