WHEN LOVE IS TESTED
Move over

On Sunday Bagas invited me to move to a boarding house that was a good distance from home, either from my mother's house or from my in-laws' house, I thought maybe this was an opportunity that God gave me, in order for me to better manage my domestic life, when I both think I can do many things with my husband, maybe slowly the warmth of my attitude will melt his cold soul.

When I moved my farewell to Mom, there was a lot of drama today, Mom was crying out howling, as if I was going far away and would never come back again.

“Be careful Jani, don't forget to tell me Mom continues, call Mom continues ya nak” said Mother while hugging me tightly.

“Iya Mom, I'm calm, Jani will be fine kok“ I return Mom's embrace, as if there is a longing that is too big, for some reason even when I work, alone again. But this time it feels harder to part with Mom when now I spend not alone, but also with Bagas my cold husband.

I smiled and waved to Mom as the car that was carrying us started to go, I saw Mom getting sobbing and calmed by Beautiful. Bagas looked at me in the car, but said nothing. This time, I wanted to learn all the languages of the world, including body language, so that I could read every beat of my husband, so that I could read the sounds he never gave out, so I can understand what he wants.

After a long journey, I finally arrived at our rented house. The house is quite large, there are two rooms, one living room, a kitchen complete with a bathroom. Maybe I will feel at home living in this neighborhood, the neighborhood is quite pleasant, because this house is only blocked by one house to go to the mosque, I like this. Neighbors are also friendly to the size of neighbors in the city.

As it turns out, Bagas's co-workers also live in this neighborhood, and this is one of the things I don't like, Bagas spent more time when coming home from work with his friends, instead of accompanying me.

Often return home from work Bagas will only shower, eat, then go out to meet his friends who are mostly still singgle. Until I was jealous of her friends.

 I thought when I was living together I would be more free to take my husband's heart. But again I was wrong, why to be able to melt my husband's heart is very difficult, I really can not reach his body, can not touch his tribe. My love for my husband is being tested. I don't like this.

I thought hard, how to make my husband want to accept me as his wife, finally I decided to withdraw his love through food, I looked for cooking tutorials via youtube, I can cook , it's just that I can cook only alakadarnya, I'm not good at cooking, maybe because I used to prefer to eat food in warteg, in comparison to cooking alone, understand the number of boarding children.

I decided to cook shrimp oyster sauce, I looked at the youtube tutorial carefully without being missed, after finishing watching the tutorial, I immediately put it into practice. I cook with joy, and a burning spirit, until my hand is scratched by a knife when cutting tomatoes, but I don't care, even in the market I had a fight with the brother of a shrimp seller just because he wanted to get quality shrimp but cheap (soul knowledge mother-emak yaaa like nawar).

Finally, with all the struggle, I finished my cooking ritual. I continue to clean the house, until the house becomes very slim, neat and fragrant. It was starting late afternoon, soon Bagas came home, I immediately got ready to shower and dress as beautiful as possible, as fragrant as possible, I looked at myself in the mirror, I look so cute at my mature age hee, besides going to take his heart through food, I will also take my husband's heart with my charm.

Kriieeett ...

The door's open, the sound of,

I immediately got up from my seat, I will welcome my husband home very cheerfully.

“Mas are home??” my broom after seeing him park his motorcycle.

“Iya,“ the answer is still ketus.

I had to be patient, I smiled and grabbed the bag, and then I kissed her hand,  

“Sini, let me bring you“ bag then I crouch open his shoes. Bagas looked very uncomfortable with my behavior, but he said nothing.

“Mas Bagas want to shower first? or want to eat first?? If you want to take a shower I already prepared hot water for you shower“ my bargain.

“Mandi first aja” replied while undressing his shirt.

“Hem“ sounds his typical answer.

I smiled and passed, I prepared all my husband's bathing needs, I waited for him in the room and prepared his clothes that were neat because I was ironing.

Bagas entered the room, and used the clothes I prepared without a word. I smiled at him.

“Mas want to eat now?”  ask again.

“Hem“ again heard that sacred answer.

“Ya I'm ready now huh?” bargained.

Without hearing the answer that I already knew, I went straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner for us, I was a bit stubborn as well actually, afraid this food is not tasty.

“Come mas, eat“ take me to Bagas who is now sitting at the dining table.

I take the rice and side dishes in the Bagas plate, do not forget the shrimp oyster sauce struggle as I also add in the Bagas plate.

I saw Bagas' every expression when he put his food in his mouth.

“How does it feel? yummy?” I'm full of anxiety.

“Hem“ again that word comes out.

“Mas, why the hell if you answer my question, the answer is just hem hem doang??” I finally started to get upset myself. Bagas answered nothing at all. He was silent and absorbed in his food.

My heart is so mumps, but I can't do anything anymore. I just smiled wryly in front of him. After he finished eating Bagas without telling me he went straight to his friends' boarding house, I don't know what they did there. I really don't like this.

It turns out that my household has not been a year but there has been a lot of testing, from my mother, my in-laws, my brother-in-law, and now my husband's friends, who in fact are my own neighbors. Really sucks.

I wasn't given the chance to be alone with my husband. Though I really want to be able to enjoy the night with my husband, now I understand, why husband and wife who undergo LDR relationship a lot of cheating, maybe this is the reason.

But I realized that the household is not only about***, not just about the material, not just about love and affection, but also about patience.

Serialize..............

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