The Little Wife of Mr. President
Anxiety

“Abang, here's lunch?” The beautiful, pure white woman in makeshift clothes walked loudly and drank water in her left and right hands.

His steps slowly traced the path that was in the rice field.

That sweaty flat face just nodded without a word of a smile.

He took off the wide hat on his head and fanned it on his face.

“Thank you, Git.” said it was cold.

Gita Rinjani is the girl she married at the age of 25.

Although beautiful, but it has been running six months of their marriage until now even Saguna has not put love in his heart on the woman who has the status of his wife.

“Yesudah Brother ate this drink. Anyone else want to ask for it?” As usual, Gita kept smiling warmly at her husband.

“Eh uh Gita! You've already come home. Don't bother Jupri. Here's the cake for you.” A middle-aged man seemed to pick up a cake in Gita's hand when he found out the child was bringing him a snack.

“Pak itukan have Mr already Gita kasih, this is for brother Jupri.” He frowned at the attitude of the father who was so taut and stupid to the husband.

“Sana go home! The Jupri work is not true you want to feed a lot. What will we eat later on tekor?” Gita looked sad.

Her marriage to Jupri aka Saguna was a coercion from both her parents.

Jupri is forced to marry Gita's parents. Because they are the ones who find Jupri and say if Jupri should marry their child to return the favor.

In order to get help in the rice fields for free, Gita's father made Jupri marry his son.

“Go home, Git. Don't make a fuss here.” drive out lazy Jupri to hear the voice of the in-laws' cries.

“But Brother is fine right? Is Brother's head hurting again?” gita asked worriedly at her husband.

Jupri shook his head and looked inside the woman in front of him.

In the midst of the sunlight, their two pairs of eyes met. Gita also understood Jupri's cold gaze.

“Iya Brother, Gita go home then.” With his obedient face he left the rice field to go home.

“That small body how can it be so strong?” batin Jupri monologue.

The shadow of Gita who just came home from the top picking cloves immediately to the cooking house and deliver to her husband and father, then back again to the garden continue the work.

Soon, the daydream was scurrying as the sound of screaming sounded.

“Eh Jupri fast working. Do you want to sleep at home? Already work is not right.” the nagging man named Haidar.

Haidar Irfan is 50 years old, his attitude is always harsh on anyone including his children and wife.

“Iya, Sir.” replied Jupri obediently and immediately resumed his work.

“Had got a son-in-law but exertion granny.” Haidar shook his head annoyed at how the son-in-law worked so slowly and carefully.

Jupri's white skin was flushed in the sun at that time.

While on the way Gita stepped while daydreaming.

“Bapak why have the heart at all with Abang Jupri anyway? He's a good guy. Although I don't know until when Bang Jupri will be with me? I'm afraid that if Bang Jupri's memory returns he'll leave.” Gita was so worried.

Tiredness in his body he never ignored considering he will try to be the best woman for the husband.

Whatever he would do as long as it was good for the sake of stealing Jupri's heart.

Traveling up and down the mountains, Gita through with anxious daydreams. His heart had slowly begun to be fulfilled by the name of Jupri who had no idea where it could come from. If you see it really does not match the face of the crossbreed belonging to Jupri.

“Gita! Just daydreaming anyway? Beware of stone stumbling loh.” Suddenly Gita is startled by the cries of her neighbors.

He smiled covering up the anxiety in his heart. “Eh Yes Ma'am. Just tired again really not daydreaming,” replied Gita friendly.

“Kangen equals Bang Jupri well? Patience again in the afternoon. His work must be the spirit already dapet husband handsome plipurna that is why still complains tired?” The neighbor's familiar laughter made Gita blush in embarrassment.

Her husband was handsome, even he was the star in the village. And of course it is harmonious if juxtaposed with the beautiful face of Gita. Beautiful natural village girl certainly has no equal.