
Inggit stared at the new house he would occupy with Fandi from now on. The minimalist concept house with white paint is located in a housing complex that contains only a few units of the house. Fandi really kept his promise to invite Inggit to move house and not live with Mama and her sister.
"How about, like the house?" asked Fandi with a flat expression as usual.
"Like! Really like it, Mom. Thank you" replied Inggit.
"Thank God! Remember, don't act anymore, pretentious to threaten me by telling Mama!" Fandi went inside the house and showed the inside of the house to Inggit. "This room is your room and next to mine."
The smile on Inggit's face disappeared upon hearing Fandi's words. "Our rooms are separate, Mas?"
"Yes, why?" ask Fandi back. "That's why we moved out of Mama's house, isn't it? To be able to live quietly without pressure. It's not just you who need a quiet life, it's me too."
"But, Mas-" Not done yet Inggit spoke, Fandi had already cut off his speech.
"I want to take care of the others. You just clean your clothes. Let me get my clothes, I'll take care of it!"
Inggit was silent in his new room. "Can't be like this. The purpose of moving from Mama Olla's house is not only to get calm, but I want my relationship with Mas Fandi to be closer. Why did we split the room? Isn't this a setback to our relationship?" muttered Inggit.
"Anyways, I'm going to make Mas Fandi really treat me like his wife. Just look, this pretend wedding will be a real wedding and Mas Fandi will not be disgusted again when he touches me!" royale Inggit.
Inggit embarks on a mission to become Fandi's real wife. The morning after Inggit prepared breakfast for Fandi, Inggit went inside Fandi's room and prepared clothes for Fandi to work. Inggit acted as usual while still living in his in-laws' house.
"Why are you in my room?" asked Fandi who was surprised to find Inggit in his room. Fandi just finished a shower. He only wears a white towel wrapped around his waist. He quickly covered his chest with both hands.
"Prepare work clothes for you, Mas. I am your wife, it is my duty to prepare clothes for you to wear. What color do you want? Light blue or white blue stripes?" Inggit picked up two shirts for Fandi to choose with a smile.
"Just blue" Fandi replied without a smile. Fandi took the shirt in Inggit's hand roughly. "From tomorrow there's no need to prepare work clothes for me anymore, I can do it myself. One more thing, if you want to enter my room please knock on the door first and do not enter before I allow it! It's not polite to play in someone's room without permission!"
Fandi kicked Inggit out of his room and locked the door. Undeterred, Inggit launches Fandi's seductive action at the dinner table. Inggit unbuttoned the two blouse buttons he was wearing and displayed his crazy fruit that was tight and tempting. Inggit accompanies Fandi to breakfast while occasionally showing off his assets. Deliberately seeking attention for Fandi to see hers and hope Fandi will be tempted.
"Uhuk ... uhuk .. uhuk ...." Fandi choked with Inggit. Fandi quickly finished his morning breakfast so as not to be near Inggit any longer.
Inggit escorted Fandi to the front of the house while struggling spoiled in the arms of her husband. Inggit deliberately put his chest on Fandi's arm so that her husband was more tempted by her charms. "Mas, when I get home from work what do I want to cook?" asked Inggit in a spoiled tone.
Fandi releases Inggit's hand. "I'm overtime. There's no need to wait for me" Fandi said coldly.
Inggit hugs Fandi from behind, making Fandi surprised and accidentally snapped at Inggit while letting go of Inggit's hand violently. "Well, you hug me all? Tired up! Really, I want to work and not move house! Release me! I don't like you like this, you know!" said Fandi with a spicy.
"Ehem!"
Inggit turned his head and saw a man staring at him. "Hi! You're the new house's occupant, aren't you?" ask the man kindly.
Inggit looked at the man in front of him while wondering who was the man in front of him? Inggit nodded his head. "Yes, I'm the new resident of this house. You ...."
"I'm Dalvin Haris, your next-door neighbor." Dalvin smiled kindly. Both dimples of her cheeks were seen framing her smile. His dense black eyebrows with firm jaws made his face look even more handsome. Dalvin held out his hand to Inggit as a sign of introduction.
"I Inggit. Nice to meet you." Inggit returned Dalvin's hand.
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I don't know how many times Inggit yawned. She waited for Fandi to come home from work but her husband never returned. Ever since Inggit teased Fandi that morning, her husband always came home late at night and increasingly avoided meeting Inggit.
The roar of the car in front of the house makes Inggit stand up and welcome the arrival of Fandi, unfortunately not Fandi who came but Dalvin, his handsome neighbor and likes to greet him kindly. Disappointed face Inggit he could not hide anymore.
"Still waiting for your husband to come home?" dalvin asked as soon as he got off his car. Not once did Dalvin see Inggit waiting for her husband and would leave the house as soon as he heard the roar of his car that resembled his husband's car. The sad look and disappointed face of Inggit as if Dalvin can not forget it.
Inggit nodded weakly. "Mas Dalvin just got home?" ask Inggit to just mince words.
"Yes. You've had dinner yet?" ask Dalvin.
Inggit shook his head. "I'm waiting for my husband to come home to have dinner together, Mom."
Poor thing. One word Dalvin gave Inggit. What less is Inggit as a wife? Beautiful, polite and considerate of her husband, then why does the husband of Inggit seem to not care about her.
"If your husband comes home in the morning, will you keep waiting until you're starving?" ask Dalvin again.
"Yes .. I'll just sleep then."
"Stupid!" dalvin murmured softly. He thought Inggit would answer that. For some reason when he saw Inggit, Dalvin would be reminded of his first love at school. Dalvin seemed unwilling to see Inggit wasted by her own husband.
Dalvin opens the door of his car and pulls out a box of pizza he accidentally bought for Inggit. "If I had a pizza snack, wouldn't I?"
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