THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
Advice from Mama Sahina.

The atmosphere stiffened, Intan stared at Diah horror, who was in the face pretending to be busy with a cellphone.

"Keep, what's the point dong! Tan, have an assistant? it's a messenger, so it's natural that we'll have a word!" answer me without feeling.

Basic Diah still dared to answer. Makes Intan feel like cursing, if you do not remember Diah was the wife of her brother.

"Listen Diah, that aunt we already consider family. I miss losing you, rather than Auntie," Intan glared irritatedly pressing the word (Losing you).

Diah threw a glance at Intan then clenched his hands at the table.

"Okay. You can stay here, because as bad as you are. You are; my sister-in-law." Intan's words sounded relaxed but rained down on Diah's chest.

"If your aunt doesn't feel right here, it's because of you!" ketus Intan then left Diah. Intan remembers when Mbok Sarintem escaped from the Rose house, to the house of Aunt Latania, because it was not strong with the scolding of Diah and Ibu Reny.

Intan then sat in the living room turning on the television, he did not intend to go to the room. I want to know what Diah will do.

Then she moved to the kitchen.

Intan looked at Diah who was walking into the kitchen smiling wryly.

"There's an onion Bi?" ask Diah at the end. Although in his heart he cursed, but for the sake of filling his stomach that has been rumbling better according to.

"There's a non, this is where the seasoning is," Aunt pointed to the spice rack.

Diah then take the chili onion he sliced, of course lazy if you have to knead. He lit the stove and put the butter-fried fryer, then sauteed the onions. Take rice three centongs he gave salt, flavoring and the last soy sauce.

I don't think I can Intan.

Diah poured rice into the dish and then went back to scooping eggs.

PROTTES.

"Betciiii..." Diah covered her face with oil. Because the egg he fried exploded.

"Fast wash your face, non," said Auntie approached Diah and turned the eggs.

"Hot Bi.." while continuing to wash the face.

Intan heard Diah's scream and approached. Sorry, Diah, this is for your good.

Intan then went to the upper room to take the ointment.

"Continue non, wash until the heat is reduced," Aunty repeated.

Sure enough after a long washing, the pain is reduced.

"Wear this, ointment" Intan thrusts the ointment, for the burn, so how pity also see the overheated Diah.

But Intan again made a series notya thanks, Diah just take the ointment from the hand Intan with rough.

Intan then sat back down, not intending to return to the room. Let today be a special day for Intan to spy on his sister-in-law while tomorrow has to work.

Tak.

Diah placed the plate on the living room table opposite Intan. Wanted to show off that even Aunt Diah could make breakfast.

Intan glanced at the fried rice that looked unattractive. Holding back the laughter, the article Diah turned out to be so much as well. Three pitchers of rice plus a plump egg plus vegetables, the plate is barely visible.

Diah boro-boro offered, although offered, of course Intan would not want to eat. But at least Diah knows ethics.

Intan again glanced at Diah who was bribing the first time, chewing with his mouth like feeling something strange.

"Why loe?" ask Intan at the end.

"No" said Diah, this time he ate fried rice with greedy stupid time even though fried rice for him tastes like eating a layer cake. He thought in the jar was salt, it turned out to be sugar, not to mention added soy sauce. 🤣🤣🤣

Diah put the dishes in the sink and was about to leave.

"Wash first, just leave! it's yummy!" intan's voice again stopped Diah's steps, as if a ghost was looming over Diah.

Without speaking again, Diah immediately washed the dishes even though his liver was goiter not playing.

Diah then sat together watching television with Intan. But no one talks to each other.

"Tan, can I go swimming?" ask Diah at the end.

"Whatever, but don't be slovenly. You may be scolded by Abim." concluded Intan.

"Yes Tan, take it easy, most pee in the pool is natural right? ahaha..." Diah laughs and gets a fist fight by Intan. "No courtesy! the woman laughed!" Intan.

Diah then wore it and walked cheerfully downstairs.

Intan who was watching her favorite cartoon heard the sound of Diah's footsteps coming down the stairs throw a glance at Diah.

"Astagfirlullah's... Heh!" pekik Intan's. Because Diah wears a t-shirt in showing off her body, and wearing the usual Abim pants for basketball just close the anus.

"Replace" Intan glared in annoyance.

"I haven't brought Tan's change of clothes, anyways it's natural to be in the pool dressed like this." Diah ngeles's.

"You stay there," Intan then up to take training not long after returning to the family room and then put training on the sofa.

"Wear this, not only are we Diah here, there is Papa, there is a driver, polite little dong!" ketus Intan's.

"Shory.." said Diah and entered the bathroom kitchen changing clothes.

"Bi, where are you going to go to the pool?" Diah was confused because there was no road, which there were only windows along the ground floor next to the pool.

"Through the kitchen here can be non, want to pass the front can also." Aunt explained.

Diah went straight out through the kitchen door through the back of the house. There is also a garden and a gazebo.

Diah smiled happily from last night to dream of swimming. And now the delivery too.

Diah immediately ignites the heating first.

In the bedroom window. Intan watched the enemy and his brother-in-law.

I'm sorry Diah, if you could act like Sister Rose, like Melati, and like my friends, mostly. I'm not gonna do this. Let me tell you how you are now my brother, and I want you to be able to change your bad behavior a little.

Intan then leaves the window again to create a new pattern. To create a new clothing design for her boutique.

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Body Diah is quite good, he likes swimming. He swims in all kinds of styles.

Style Chest, Back, Butterfly, and lastly freestyle. Until the sun came back home.

He passed through the place earlier and saw Mama Sahina who was concocting dishes.

"Diah, are you out swimming, son?" ask Mama.

"Yes, is Mama home?" She asked and stood beside Mama.

"Already from 11 o'clock earlier, now help Mama cook yes, Intan is having work because of it" said Mama.

"Good Ma" Diah then put dirty clothes in the dirty clothes.

Let Mas Abim with Intan hate me. The important thing is that my daughter-in-law is good, I will take her heart to enjoy this facility.

Diah grinned back to see Mama.

"What can you cook?" ask Mama, who is greasing teriaki meat with seasoning, and will burn it. After the butter is smeared later, for lunch.

"Hehehe.. can't yet," this time Diah was honest.

"Nothing..learn little by little Mama will teach you, this is you who smear the meat with spices yes," said Mama then Mama wash lettuce leaves.

"Good Ma." this time Diah became a submissive even though there was a veiled intent.

"The woman should be able to cook Diah, the husband's love for us the women there are four" Mama said while draining the lettuce.

"One. From the eyes, it is certain that men love us from our face. Naturally.. because it's a plus" Mama turned to Diah who was applying the seasoning with koas.

"The second. From the heart, our husbands will love us more and more, if we women have a good heart."

"Third one. Cooking, we have to be able to cook, the husband must love us more, and be at home." "He will not snack outside, better go home want to immediately gather with his wife and enjoy the cuisine of his beloved wife."

"And last, bed. As women we should be able to satisfy our husbands in bed." concluded Mama.

Clontang.

Diah dropped the old knife of the meat slicing device earlier.

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