The Value of Loyalty
Morning Activities

“Rin.” Say it with your hands hanging above.

Want to reach his wife's body, but again remembered by the treatment Rindi had just given him.

When the surge is soaring into the clouds, Rindi just immediately threw it down mired mengertubik.

His brain feels blank. His chest is getting irregular. I can't accept his wife's attitude.

Rindi's change was considered too significant.

Ah, didn't Rindi meet with Reno?

Maybe he was wrong, but his feeling said there was something Reno said that made Rindi turn around, not validate it.

Did Reno give poison to Rindi to stay away from her?

The lumbar lay flat on its back looking outwards to the ceiling of the bridal room with one hand placed on its forehead. Thinking of a slightly reasonable reason when Rindi turned him down tonight.

Occasionally looking at Rindi's body lying still at home behind him.

Huh, that's right. His first night was just like this.

Absolutely not accept with this attitude of Rindi.

But take it easy, he will take his wife to the father-mother's house. There's nothing that's gonna bother you

them again. No one would whisper useless words to his wife.

Closing your eyes, forcing yourself to fall asleep. But until the clock is straight up, he is not at all

able to enter the dream world.

Looking back at his wife's back, wanting to hug but afraid of being rejected again. Looking back up at the ceiling of the room along with a rough breath hoping to brush off the anxiety that had haunted earlier.

Closing your eyes, trying to bring yourself back into the dream hall.

But, it turned out to be difficult.

Though usually he sleeps alone without Rindi beside him, but after hearing the voice of the woman

he would fall asleep until the morning he knocked on the window of his room.

But he could not sleep when she was by his side.

Looking back at her side, the woman had calmed down.

Rindi's asleep?

Is it okay if he steals the spice on that woman? That woman is his wife now. The woman he had been halal to touch.

Hands raised, slowly gradually landed on the waist of the wife.

Very slowly afraid of disturbing the wife's body. But being able to make Rindi flinch, shocked. Linggars rounded his eyes, trying to guess their current state.

Rindipun did not sleep, just like him.

“Rin,” Apply slowly. His hands were still on his wife's body.

“I'm tired kak.” Rindi slowly moved Linggar's hand from her body.

The crowbar was only able to frown so deeply. His mind was getting smoother, like a roll of tangled yarn not knowing where the edges were.

Tired? Tired up?

The cliche reasons are made just to avoid it.

He understood that today is very tiring, even if it is the same, tired as Rindi said.

But, this situation seemed to hold himself to sleep. He thought too much about what was going on, why Rindi refused his touch.

This fatigue will be very easy to take them to dreamland if only there is nothing to block

their hearts, their brains.

In fact, they should be able to sleep tonight until noon because of exhausting activities in this bed.

Sleep on!

Pc, fuck this. Hearing the word tired from Rindi's mouth was able to make her body multiply

feel fatigue. Or maybe sleepiness has been on the edge of consciousness.

Turn around, following in the footsteps of Rindi who was behind him.

“Morning sir,” Rindi said as she exited her room.

Nothing special today. Nothing happened between her and her husband despite being in one room and one bed, except awkwardness.

Some people still look back and forth cleaning up the rest of the party yesterday.

“Eh, have you woken up?” The father who was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a torn unit in front of him, complete

with the ingredients that have been cleaned.

The father looked at Rindi who was walking closer in an unusual manner. I understand if his daughter as a newlywed, will appear much later. Maybe yesterday's activities will leave a sense of fatigue in the body.

What's more, the activities in the room as a newlywed will continue at night. But this is still too

morning to appear in the kitchen as a newlywed.

“Why pack?” Feeling uncomfortable with his father's view.

In front of the stove mom who looks to be heating the side dish left by the catering yesterday.

“Where's your husband? Still sleeping?” He was still staring at his daughter.

“Iya sir, am I here to help make breakfast.” He began to step closer towards the kitchen.

“Bikin what pack?” Ask to divert the conversation. Rindi did not want to discuss floating with her parents

about her marriage and her brother's ridiculous request.

“Biasalah your father, do not afdhol if you eat not use sambal.” It was not the father who answered, but the mother who started

turn on the other gas stove.

“Almost yesterday can be sent from om Pa’i. Be more uplifting make sambal.” Continue mother.

Rindi smiled, at least able to be free from the discussion about her and her husband.

Mother only glanced for a moment at the father and then towards Rindi who had taken a swing to crouch near her father.

“Don't sit Dir!” Father's orders made Rindi stop with her knees slightly bent.

“Why pack?” Ask in the same position.

“You go back, take a tomato that is already red.” Father while putting a handful of red chilies into the stone mortar.

Rindi stood up and walked towards the side door. A small park with the cooperation of father and mother. There is mostly a kitchen plant.

Chilies, tomatoes, basil, celery, shallots, garlic and many more plants are short-lived.

Only a small portion contains ornamental plants such as orchids that are placed hanging, Sunflowers, and

some flowers in mini-sized pots.

With a few tomato seeds in his hand Rindi began to walk back in and closer towards the father

I'm concentrating on stalling.

“Kok bit Dir?” The father who stared softly at the five tomatoes that were still wet was in a small container.

“Bapak want to make sambal sekampung?” Rindi who sat in front of her father.

“Many. Take it again!” Tell the father who is still down to focus with a thread in his hand.

Rindi again walked towards the side door, connecting the house with the garden.

A few moments later, he again appeared with eight tomatoes in hand, then in the direction of the sink to be washed and then handed over to the father.

“Dira, come back again!” Mother who was stirring rice on the frying pan. “ Ambilin celery leaves a lot!” His order.

“There's more to take in the garden?” Today his task may be just going back and forth the kitchens.

“Gak sincerely yes don't need!” Mother who was adding some fried rice seasoning that she had

puree. The face was slightly made to frown.

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To Be Continued!

Sorry, I didn't get to double up.

We'll work tomorrow!