Suddenly Husband Wife
Swing Mood

Sraya

After Ashar I felt stomach cramps and discomfort, it turns out I was coming monthly guests. I don't know why I feel like I'm swinging, but I've never been like this before.

I plan to share the risoles I made for mba Sofi as a form of welcoming new neighbors, coincidentally two months I live here there are no neighbors that I know.

It turns out that mba Sofi and Mas Aslan were once college friends, I became more eager to get acquainted. I told Mas Akram my wish but he forbade and reasoned illogically.

I was a little upset about it, probably because of the hormonal changes as well. After the Akram mas was out to help Amel I thought that my attitude was a little excessive, just because of the small things I so sulked.

It has been almost half an hour with Amel Akram, I became curious and intend to make them a snack, after all, said Mas Akram wanted to try my risoles.

I washed my face and pecked myself in front of the mirror, nude-colored lipstick I swiped in my lips to make it look fresher. Even though my stomach is still felt.

When I opened the door, I saw that Akram was enjoying coffee and donuts enthusiastically from a famous outlet in Indonesia. Amel offered me but I refused, a plan to get them a dashed snack.

I should prefer my homemade food, why he ate donuts first. Though he was so enthusiastic after hearing I made chicken risoles.

Is my cooking really bad? my mood suddenly changed again, I decided to go back into the room. Leaving Amel with mas Akram.

It turned out that my handsome husband immediately entered the room, I heard the sound of the door being closed but I pretended not to know. My focus is now on the three-delivery boba smartphone Akram a few days after we got married.

"Sir," said Akram, who saw me sitting on the sofa in our room, I just looked at him for a glance and then refocused on my life.

"Yes, Mom?" reply indifferently.

"What cooking for dinner?" asked Mas Akram awkwardly, I saw the tense face of Akram who was attached to look at me.

"Message me, my cooking is not good. Have you eaten a doughnut, aren't you full yet?" sindirku on mas Akram. I don't know why my heart suddenly melts and I don't feel tears.

Mas Akram who listened to the answer and saw my excessive reaction immediately brought my body into his arms.

"Please apologize, brother. Your cuisine is always delicious and delicious because it is made with love, Mas tau it. Sorry if my word hurt you. I don't mean to offend you, you can share your cooking with anyone. He was too possessive and admitted wrong."

Serrr...

Akram's words were able to make me more melow, after that I felt irritated and now I feel guilty about Akram.

Oh Sraya, what's wrong with you? it's just a very small matter.

Mas Akram stroked my back gently and gave a kiss to the tip of my head. "If you are no longer in the mood to cook is okay, how about changing the Mas that cooks for you?"

I loosened Akram's arms and frowned, remembering a message from my dear mother before I and Akram decided to stay in Jakarta.

Mother advised that we as a wife must behave gently to the husband, attentive, and also meet the needs of the husband well. Because marriage is the longest worship we live, and there are many more advice that mothers give.

I looked at Akram and wiped my tears. "Sraya, Mas. I was being exaggerated and honest the first time I was rich. Maybe because I'm a hitch."

In the end I made dinner for all of us. Black pepper chicken, tofu walik, and corn bakwan I chose for the menu tonight.

The fragrance of my cooking that made the Akram mas come up to me and pay attention to my activities in the kitchen, already five tubers of corn into his stomach.

While chewing he continued to praise the taste of my cooking. Even though it was late from dinner because of my snack, the three of us finally ate greedily.

Several times my gaze could not be separated from Amel, while eating the food in my plate I occasionally glanced at Amel.

Ahhh, this girl.

Wearing a short dress above the knee with a slightly low cleavage, one armless strap, and a tiger patterned with a thin chiffon material. Makes me a little uncomfortable with his looks

Mas Akram helped tidy up the dining table and washed our used dirty dishes, I was not allowed to do it all by myself. Amel himself is still busy with his college assignments in the living room.

I would rather accompany Amel, than I leave Akram alone with this girl. Not because I do not believe in my husband but I prefer to minimize the chance of Amel who looks like he wants to flirt.

I'm just being vigilant, not wrong, right?

After I finished with my work. I invited him to visit the apartment unit mba Sofi and Mas Aslan, one tupperware I filled with chicken risoles.

I pressed their bell enthusiastically, before long the door opened and it looked as if Aslan greeted us with a friendly smile. "Shyne, Akram. Let's go in."

I took Mas Akram's arm and we entered together following the steps of the host. The contents and layout of the apartment owned by Mba Sofi and Mas Aslan was not much different from the apartment I occupied.

"Night, Mba Sofi," I said as I watched Mba Sofi just come out of the room wearing a thin nightgown.

"Eh Sraya, you really want to stop by here. Come on, sit down." Mba Sofi immediately took me to sit on her couch

I smiled and handed over the food I had brought. "This, Mba. I have a little snack for Mba Sofi and Mas Aslan, I hope you like."

"You did it yourself, Sraya?" ask Mas Aslan.

"Yes, Mas. I make it myself and I happen to make a lot so I can share."

Mba Sofi accepted my gift and moved from her seat to the kitchen. "What do you want to drink? Let me make it, Akram want me to make palm sugar coffee, right? I remember your coffee."

I glanced at my husband who had been silent and had a flat face, not looking as enthusiastic as those who had not seen his friends for a long time.

"I don't like palm sugar coffee, I prefer Sraya's coffee" replied Mas Akram.

"And you're in my apartment, Ram. Yesterday your wife wanted to make her drink. You are our guests" said Mba Sofi.

"Aja white water," said mas Akram briefly.

"When you used to not be able to drink a day of coffee made in Sofi, Bro." Mas Aslan responded to Akram's words while wiping the glasses he was wearing.

"That was when you guys ..."

Mas Akram stopped his words and glanced at me who had been silent since. He instead switched the conversation earlier by questioning Aska, Sofi and Aslan's son.

"Where's Aska?" ask me Akram.

"She's been sleeping since seven o'clock, like she's sapped for a long time on the plane." Mba Sofi replied while serving warm tea with chamomile aroma.

"Diminum was Sraya, Akram. This is chamomile tea that can help us calm down" said Mas Aslan.

I took a glass to Akram's mas, just took it for myself. I sip warm tea made by mba Sofi. "Thank you, Mas Aslan."

"Who are the girls in your apatemen, by the way?" ask mba Sofi.

"Check Mas Akram, Mba. His name is Amel," I answered Sofi's question.

"It's like your sister's the same age, Ram. How's Nastiti doing?"

Does Aslan know about Nastiti? It seems like they were very close first, since the beginning of the time Akram met them it was very clear that my husband was like saving something.

His silent attitude mas Akram just like already showed something between them.