Bridal Stain
Tears Are Suffering

Vishnu came out of the study, then walked into his room. The two neutrals go around the room area.

“Where is he?” he muttered as he entered the room and found no one there but himself.

Vishnu rushed to the bathroom to clean himself up. After about fifteen minutes of cleaning in the bathroom. Vishnu came out, and soon changed his clothes.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen Grey has just finished making bolognese spaghetti for Vishnu. He presented it so neatly on a round white plate.

On it he sprinkled with a little seaweed and shrimp. After that, he took her to the dinner table.

With a beautiful smile painted on his face, he looked at the spaghetti with pride. I hope Vishnu will love his cooking.

“Bi, approximately according to Bibi, Mas Vishnu will like not the same cuisine I?” asked Grey to Bi Iyam who had a bowl of soy sauce on the table.

“Definitely like oruh Non, let alone Non Yura who made it. Surely Mr. Vishnu also bakan senenggongnya,” Bi Iyam replied making Grey more confident.

Not long after, Vishnu came down from the stairs. A black t-shirt and long, white-plated trending pants were attached to her body. The muscles of his hand are visible behind the shirt he is wearing.

He walked closer to the dining table. Then just sit on the chair without greeting Grey.

“Mas, this ...” Grey thrusts a plate containing bologense spaghetti to Vishnu.

Vishnu frowned, then looked up at Grey. “What is this?” tanyakanya.

“Spageti bolognese .. said auntie, you like that spaghetti,” Grey replied, developing her smile and speaking in such a soft voice.

Vishnu only had a long oh, then again looked at the plate containing the spaghetti. He grabbed the plate, then ate the spaghetti so greedy.

After several bribes, he glanced at Grey sitting in front of him. He frowned in wonder at the sight of his wife who was smiling widely at him.

“Ngapain see me like that?” vishnu asked so coldly, while stopping for a moment the feeding mouthful.

Grey gnashing shy. “Hah, enggak .. seneng just look you greedy eat spaghetti,” he replied, making Vishnu increasingly frowning in wonder.

“Happy?” her astonished question, which was answered by Grey's vigorous nod, was still with her non-submissive smile on her face.

“But I'm not happy to be seen so much as you. Already, you better just eat there!” he said with a ketus.

Hearing this, Yura immediately pinched her lips slightly disappointed with Vishnu's attitude which was quite rude according to him. She sneered and cursed at her husband's plan indistinctly.

“Duh, Lord Vishnu. Non Grey ‘kan happy to see you eat, because you eat Non Grey cuisine with voraciously,” said Bi Iyam who came to bring Vishnu's favorite orange juice.

“What?! Grey Cuisine?!” Vishnu turned his gaze towards Bi Iyam with his two eyebrows interlocked.

“Iya .. This Non Grey morning makes a special spaghetti for you, Sir,” Bi Iyam told me the truth.

“Where? Delicious ‘kan?” bi Iyam asked, looking at him full of smiles, making Vishnu can only be dumbfounded enough to hear it. Then he glanced unpleasantly at Grey while grunting rudely.

"It feels, ordinary,” he replied, making Bi Iyam who heard it as if in shock.

“Waduh .. Mr. Vishnu this how the hell, how his wife's cooking is said to be ordinary. Though this is Non Grey cuisine made also certainly with love. And last Bibi saw Mr. Vishnu eat it until ravenous and spirit so anyway,” said Bi Iyam makes Vishnu look down uncomfortable.

“Udah, it's okay, Bi. Maybe my cooking is not fitting, it feels normal,”, said Grey who has just voiced since.

Vishnu stumbled on the tongue watching Grey a little cynical. In fact, he couldn't lie to his tongue either, Grey's cooking was really delicious. The texture of the noodles and the spice also fits perfectly on the tongue. It's just, it's too heavy, if he has to admit and praise that his wife's cooking is really good.

Never mind to praise, say good Vishnu very unwilling, too prestige.

“Why the hell should he cook this spaghetti, which is really good again spaghetti,” murmured Vishnu in the heart.

He took a glass of water next to his plate, took it slowly and put the glass back into place.

He pushed the plate that still contained the spaghetti with his index finger, until it shifted a little more indented towards Grey.

“Loh, why, Mas?” grey asked confused, meanwhile Bi Iyam had now gone to the back to wash.

“You still ask why!” exclaiming Vishnu, increasingly put on the face of the sangar.

Grey was silent in confusion.

“You can eat your own bland dishes! I better get on with my work!” he stood up straight from his seat.

“T-but, Mas. You will just eat half of it, if you later lap—”

“Stop!” Vishnu memtong Grey's speech. He looked at her sharply and seriously.

“Do not try to grab my attention! My heart won't melt just because of your cooking! And remember! Never pay attention to me! Because I don't like being given attention by you!” he said so spicy, making Grey who heard it can only fall silent, budging in place while trying to hold the puddle of water that has been nurturing in his eyes.

Grey drowned to see her husband's departure. His heart really hurt like an arrow stabbed him. He fell silent, rethinking Vishnu's words. She really did not expect her husband to say that to her.

“Should he talk to me like that?" lirih.

“What is true, my cooking is not tasty?” Now Grey began to sob, when a drop of tears managed to escape wetting his cheek, but he hurriedly wiped it.

Yura returned to feed a piece of her sandwich, suddenly her tears just melted from the corner of her eyes. He was unable to hold back the dam of his tears, he could not hold back his will on the words of Vishnu. Really, at this moment his heart was completely shattered like a glass falling broken on the floor, broken and broken.

Feeling unable to continue his breakfast, Grey finally fell in his room. In that quiet, silent room, she poured out all her sadness, crying as hard as she could over what she heard from her husband's mouth.

“Why should this hurt, O Allah? Why do I have to take heart on the words of Vishnu?” between his joy and the sound of his crying.

He drowned his face between his knees which he folded. Crying alone and drowning in the drowsiness that suddenly approached him.

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