A Mistake
Goat Roll

"Dira took a bath first ya mas.." pamit Dira after getting down from her husband's sling.

"Wait.mas tag along..."

"Ogah ah.. tar so long bath, anyways Dira dirty same sand this beach..."

"Okay deh if you can't. tar mas shower at home, but sometimes someone wants to take a bath together..." hans said as he walked slowly away from the bathroom door that had been closed by Dira.

"No boleeh." cried Dira while opening the bathroom door with a body that was a little wet and wrapped around a towel. "Get in.." he said. Hans did not wait for Dira to say it twice, going straight into the bathroom with a triumphant grin.

An hour later, they both came out of the bathroom. No need to ask why they took so long to bathe, because of course Hans would not allow the opportunity that has been given by his wife is to ask for his ration as a husband.

Dira sat in front of the dressing table while drying her hair.

"Let me help you..." Hans grabbed a hair dryer and a comb from his wife's hand.

"Well, can you?" tanya Dira could not believe it.

"Can dong. Even he once asked for his hair, he said all of you learn so that later if you want to help his wife mas can. It was modus kirain, did not know it was useful as well... You are so beautiful, dear." said Hans as he watched his wife's face from the mirror reflection.

"Gombal.." replied Dira with a face that blushed in embarrassment.

"Thank you, baby... After all this time we parted, you still remain faithful. Forgive me if I always let you down..." Hans lowered his head to kiss the tip of his wife.

"Mas Hans didn't forget the mas promise for the true story of the incident that night, did he?"

"Of course.. mas will never break the promise. but we have lunch first yes.. mas laper..." Hans tapped his stomach.

"But Dira lazy out of the room.we delivery order only yes... What would Hans eat?"

"It's up to you baby... Whatever your choice, you must eat." Hans said, sitting on the couch and turning on the television.

Shortly after, a knock on the door was heard.

'Tok tok tok... '

"Delivery order.." cried a man. Dira was about to get out of his seat, but Hans prevented him.

"You're there, let the mas take it..."

Five minutes later, Hans came in with some food ordered by Dira.

"Good God, baby.. You ordered a lot of food, is this for anyone?"

"Yes for us." replied Dira lightly.

"This much?" Dira nodded.

"Udah lah mas.ayo quickly eat mas.. inget mas still have the same story debt Dira loh..."

"Yes, yes, I will not forget my dear. let's eat..."

The two of them finally enjoyed their lunch, after reading the do'a of course. Every now and then Hans glanced at his wife who was eating so voraciously, so voraciously that she was like a man who had not eaten for a week.

"Honey, slowly dong..."

"Dira's hungry..."

"Yes mas tau, but slowly eat it later you sprain.,." And sure enough, just finished Hans reminded.

"Ohuk..uhuk..." Dira was really choking, Hans immediately helped his wife by fetching water while rubbing the nape of his wife.

"And what did mas say, so if you eat slowly.." said Hans softly.

"So I did Dira? Mas who from now on talk continues, noisy tau.so aja Dira sprains. "said Dira while putting down her spoon and immediately ran to the bathroom.

"Loh..kok so the wrong mas.." muttered Hans confused. And unanswered the confusion, the sound of people vomiting in the bathroom.

"Hoek hoek hoek..."

"Darling... You're not papa?" said Hans who directly barged into the bathroom.

"Stop...! Mas don't come here. " cried Dira.

"Why?" hans asked confusedly.

"Bau.hoek hoek... Dira again vomit.." he said weakened.

"No papa, help you clean up..." Hans painstakingly flushed the bathroom floor clean, while Dira sat in a closed toilet.

"Bau mas.. disgust.." said Dira gasping.

"You stay there first yes. let the mas rub the floor first to be clean, let you not slip..." Dira nodded limply, but suddenly.'hoek hoek hoek...' Dira again vomited on the bathroom floor which had just been cleaned by Hans.

"Sorry.. hyks hyks.." said Dira while crying sobbing, as if afraid of being scolded.

"Dira ngotorin floor again.. hiks hyks.. whereas mas already difficult cleanin.sorry... Dira's stomach ends with nausea.hiks hiks.." said Dira on the sidelines of her crying like a child.

"Darling it's okay.. Are you still nauseous?" hans asked while cleaning up the vomit remains that were still on his wife's lips. Dira shook his head while still sobbing.

"You've not been nauseous to help get out the bathroom, yes..your mother is also dirty, should be replaced right?" Dira nodded back. Hans went back to cleaning the bathroom floor, then helped Dira out of the bathroom. After taking Dira's change of clothes in the travel bag, Hans also began to take off the dirty Dira clothes one by one, then replace them with new ones. Before changing clothes do not forget Hans rubbing eucalyptus oil that is always in Dira's tote bag.

Dira just silently stared at the face of her husband who was painstakingly taking care of her.

'O Allah, shall I have a bad prejudice against this good man of Your creation? How sinful I have been to accuse my husband of non-no...' Dira's tears came back but this time without a sound.

"It's clean now." said Hans after finishing putting Dira's dirty clothes in a plastic bag. Hans then took a comb to comb through Dira's messy hair but was surprised to find his wife shedding tears.

"Hey why else?" Dira did not answer her husband's question, she even immediately poured into her husband's arms while crying again sobbing.

"Sorry Dira ya mas.. hiks hyks..."

"Sorry why? All this time even a mas that hurts your heart too much." said Hans while stroking Dira's hair that was jet black.

"The evil Dira, the always prejudiced Dira is the same. Though the mas is so good and so patient to face Dira. sorryin Dira yes mas.. hiks hiks hyks..." Hans smiled looking at his wife's pretty face.

"Don't cry constantly..later the beauty is gone loh.." she said.

"Keep the beauty is gone.. mas not love anymore? Want to find another one? Mas wicked.. hiks hyks..." Dira came back crying making Hans finally become confused himself.

'Oh, my God, wrong again... What's wrong with my wife.' Hans murmured inwardly.

"Why even cry again...you why darling...?" hans was really confused. "Dengerin is fine... I now feel like I'm the luckiest and happiest person in the world, because what are you trying?" Dira moves both his shoulders... "Yes because you've come back to life. You and Hara are alive, their lives are... Maybe you'll die if you have to lose you back..."

"No way to die, Dira and Hara will not die, because Dira and Hara also do not want to lose their lives..." Dira hugged her husband tightly while sniffing the scent of her husband's body, making Hans laugh from his carelessness.

"Darling you this is why the hell.mas amused tau..."

"Dira likes the smell of his body mas. mas diem dong.." whining Dira.

"But this mas hasn't even perfumed you know..."

"Don't... Dira want mas gini aja and from now on mas can not use perfume... Don't wear perfume..."

"Yes..but don't be this dong.mas will be amused..." Hearing Hans Dira's words stopped her but her face was like a disappointed person.

"Darling... why? It's wrong, yeah..." Dira shook his head.

"Then?" hans asked curiously.

"Lapeer.." answered Dira plainly.

"Yes greetings... But didn't you eat?"

"You've all come out...."

"Oh yes.. Okay then let's go out and eat..What do you want to eat?"

"Goat bolsters.." replied Dira lightly.

"It has to be...?" hans asked carefully.

"Yes... Dira wants a goat bolsters.." he shouted like a child who was whining for a balloon.

"OK-okay.ayo get ready, we find the goat bolsters keep coming home huh... It's gonna be Kasian Hara all day you leave..."

Dira nodded obediently while smiling happily.

'Oh Allah.what is the matter with this wife.' Hans murmured in his heart.

They finally left the cottage to look for goats and went home.

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