THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE
Protectively

Happy eid Mubarak to friends who celebrate.

The sincerity of sacrifice is a testament to our love for the Khalik.

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After being treated for 5 days, Via can go home. Although he was declared cured, Farhan was very careful to take care of his wife. Via should not cook let alone do other homework.

This took place not only a day two days, a week two weeks, but it has been a month since the ban was still in effect. Of course Via feels saturated.

That morning, after the dawn prayer Via intended to cook rice. He prepared all the necessary materials.

"Already, let Bu Inah and Mbok Marsih cook. Ma'am Via rest only. Later Mas Farhan was angry, lo," said Bu Inah.

"It's okay, Mom. This is not energy drain. Via is not alone" replied Via casually.

Via resumed its activities. However, not to mention he lit the stove, a reprimand halted his intentions.

"What is love doing? Didn't you tell me not to cook? I'm worried your typhus is coming back. Remember, love cannot be exhausted!"

Via turned towards the voice. Farhan was standing at the door still wearing a white Koko shirt complete with peci.

"Hubbiy, this is not energy drain. There are Bu Inah and Mbok Marsih who help, really," said Via.

Farhan looked at his wife. Honey, the one being stared at didn't notice.

"Love! Please don't argue! It's for your own good!" Farhan's voice sounded resolute.

Upon hearing Farhan's voice like that, Via turned his head. He saw the eyes of the husband. Via.

"Mom Inah, Mbok Marsih, please finish, yes. Via does not cook," said Via lirih.

"Yes, Ma'am Via dutifully," replied Mbok Marsih.

Step out of the kitchen. He headed to the room with a bad feeling.

Farhan who knew the look on Via's face pouted immediately followed in his footsteps.

They go hand in hand, not together as usual.

Arriving at the room, Via grabbed his phone and slammed his ass into the bed. He busied himself with the flat box thing.

"Love is angry, huh? Love is upset with you? It's all because of my dear. I don't want to love tiredness and then get sick again. It's enough that Cinta was hospitalized because of Mas's carelessness" said Farhan while sitting next to Via.

The woman had not yet taken her eyes off the cell phone in hand. Farhan was a little anxious with the wife's reaction. He put his hand on Via's shoulder.

"Love, Mas felt very guilty when Love was declared typhus by the doctor. I don't feel like a husband. If only Mas more attention, of course Love does not need to be sick until treated carefully in the hospital," said Farhan again.

Via glanced at Farhan. The feeling of sadness has not gone away.

"Mas Niesel for having to wait for Via at the hospital?" The question sounds ambiguous.

Farhan didn't actually like that annoying question. He called her "mas". It shows the feeling Via is not good. However, he refrained from being provoked by Via's emotions.

"Where is Mas nyesel waiting for the beautiful wife Mas. Horror, Honey! I am worried about the condition of love. I do not like waiting for Love in the hospital not because of boredom near Love or tired. I don't like this wife being sick. If you can choose, let Mas be the one who is sick," said Farhan.

Via's heart began to melt upon hearing Farhan's words. Her covetousness was eroded by the words of her husband. However, his boredom with Farhan's ban led him to protest.

"Cooking once a day does not make you tired. Some help me, though. Tired of where, try? Hubbiy, rarely help Mother. I don't know what it's like to cook. Not like Azka," murmured Via.

Farhan obviously dislikes being compared to others, even though it is his own sister. However, he can still control his emotions.

"Yes, cooking may not be tired. But now I have started college. Not to mention still going to the office and taking care of Azrina. It drains energy. So, reduce unnecessary activities or ones that can be left to others" Farhan said patiently.

Via speechless. She confirmed her husband's words. However, on the other hand he wants to do activities that he likes.

"Look, Love. If it is really healthy, not relapsing again for three months, Mas let Love cook," said Farhan accompanied by a smile.

He looked at Farhan. The man nodded with a smile on his lips.

Unexpectedly, Via knocked himself down to Farhan. Fortunately, the man was quick to receive the wife's body. He clutched tightly in his arms.

"This lacquered mass is because Mas is very dear," whispered Farhan. A kiss landed on Via's head covered in a headscarf.

"Go take a shower, sana! There's a morning lecture schedule, right? Or do you want to take a shower?" Farhan mocked Via.

"Ish, what's a bathrobe? Via what little boy?" Via thawing.

Farhan laughed at Via's behavior. In her eyes, Via was so adorable. He likes the vibe of Via.

After living together, Via often shows his true nature. He can be independent, but when near people who love him he tends to be spoiled. Such was his attitude towards the late papa and his mother.

Although prone to spoiling, Via rarely refutes Farhan's words. He was more often according to what Farhan said.

That is why for three months Via never cook let alone clean the house. He also never bought snacks on the side of the road.

Only for now was he tempted. The sun makes the throat feel dry. The writing "ice cream dish" accompanied by a successful image made Via gulp saliva repeatedly.

It did not go unnoticed by Ratna. He was surprised to see the gaze of Via which continues to lead to ice cream cone sellers.

"Via, what's wrong with you? Kepengin it?" Ratna could not bear her astonishment.

Via nodded. He looks so wanted.

"Can't you be with your husband? Is Mas Farhan angry?" Ratna doubtful.

At once the face of Via changed. He looked disappointed to hear Ratna's question.

"I'm a big peeper, Ratna. It has long not tasted the delicious ice cream combined with fresh rujak. Ah, of course it is very good to enjoy this hot afternoon," said Via.

"If Mas Farhan finds out, I can get angry, too" Ratna said.

"Can't see. I'm not saying, you are either. Come on, accompany me! It's not the old ice cream tomb."

"Wait? Your driver, Mr Yudi?" Ratna was still doubtful.

"Pak Yudi is still later, really. Now we are empty. I asked to pick you up at 2. Go, Ratna!" Via coercion.

Finally, Ratna said. He followed Via's steps.

"Four, wrapped," pinta Via to the seller.

"Much very?" Ratna astonishment.

"Make Mira and Salsa. We'll eat in the shophouse" whispered Via.

After buying ice cream, they went home to the shophouse. Mira and Salsa were serving a rather large number of buyers at the time. After saving the ice cream parlor to the refrigerator, Via and Ratna helped along. 10 Minutes later, there were no buyers.

"We enjoy the big one first, yuk!" bring Via.

"What, Deck?" Mira asked.

"Rujak ice cream, Ma'am. Hot gini is good to eat ice cream," said Via.

In between meals, Salsa remembered something.

"Mbak Via again cravings, huh?"

Ratna laughed at Salsa's question.

"Via likes spicy food. Hence, when he was sick until the opname because of rujak as well. Cravings, meatballs, siomay, even rujak, followed. No, not typhus. Hence, Mas Farhan is now overprotective," Ratna said.

"If you eat ice cream gini, is not prohibited?" ask Salsa plain.

"Of course it is forbidden. Viennya ngeyel." Ratna.

"Again may. I have not eaten a spicy meal for months like gini," said Via relaxed.

The three friends of Via just shook his head.

"Eh, is Dek Via not yet participating in the pregnant program?" tanya Mira hesitated.

"Yes, Via. You've been married for almost a year. Uh, almost 2 years in fact. Yeah, consider it a year of living together. Do you or Mas Farhan not want to have children yet?" Ratna.

Via speechless. He never discussed this with Farhan.

"Suggest it, Deck. Because with the husband for half a year, there is no harm in checking fertility," suggested Mira.

Via nodded. He immediately finished his ice cream. After it runs out, he sends a message to Mr. Yudi to pick up at the shophouse.

On the way home, Via felt something made him uncomfortable. His back feels sore. He was worried that his typhus would recur. There was a slipping regret for ignoring her husband's ban.

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