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As soon as he felt the water spatter poking at his cheeks and nose on the way home, Indra sighed and tightened her woven scarf while speeding up the steps. It wasn't even half the way home. It seems he'll be home late today. While looking for a temporary stopover, Indra called his wife. Always, no protests and objections from the woman. Precisely Indra got the message not to force himself to go home immediately, or immediately find a shady place so as not to fall ill. Indra gave a small smile hearing the worry and tenderness embedded in the speech. Indra just says thank you and promises to come home soon, as well as short additions like 'I love you'. Indra immediately cut off the communication, quietly still smiling a little because he could imagine the woman's reaction.

Just when Indra decided to stop at a sewing equipment store that was quiet at the time, the rain had fallen heavily. Not without reason Indra chose that store. There is something that he wants to buy. After making sure his coat wasn't so wet, Indra went deeper. He did not go directly to the destination item and just looked at other items in the store. Honestly, Indra was somewhat amazed by the fabric woven and painted there. The patterns range from bright to elegant. Indra had stopped to touch some fabrics that had ornaments. Indra can also say that all the fabric has a more beautiful pattern than her tilapia-white scarf that has simpler ornaments. However, Indra still likes the scarf compared to all the fabric earlier, no matter how high the quality. Indra did not pay attention in terms of quality, but about who made and gave the scarf to him, and how sincerity the maker. That made Indra consider this scarf more expensive than all the fabric combined.

Indra decided to simply look around and walk to the place he was on. Actually, the store has become a subscription. As before, when it came to the destination goods, Indra saw a wooden table that had cubicles in the form of boxes on it. Dozens of thread rolls are neatly arranged in each chamber and divided by base color. It made the entire thread like it formed a rainbow formation. Jemari Indra palpated and stroked every roll, fondling for a moment. He had a small smile every time remembering how the wife would process the threads into a fabric that although simple, but will be greatly appreciated. The man re-spinned a recent moment that indicated his wife's desire for this. Indra had already memorized that the woman would never frankly ask him to buy her a woven thread. The woman never asked for his help despite the need. That makes Indra must be smart to guess the implied desire. Indra wants to at least be able to give something for free and routine, one of which is like an item that can fulfill the hobby of his favorite woman.

"Last week, you bought a pale green color." Even the store owner was until the choice of Indra every visit. The grandmother was very anxious every time she saw Indra who would think hard every time she chose the color of the thread. He patiently waited beside the man and occasionally gave advice. "So, lately, Indri wants to make what? Or does it seem like he wants what?"

Indra was used to confiding in the old woman whenever she was deadlocked. "She had a comment about her scarf being too short." Indra tapped his index finger on any thread, thinking long. "Shawl, maybe? But ... what color?"

"Maybe he had time to comment on someone else's scarf?"

Indra was silent for a moment. He remembered the wife saying that while glancing at her scarf at a glance with a hopeful look. Indra immediately flicked his finger and rippled, like a child who had just found a solution on how to choose his favorite candy. Indra immediately took eight rolls of thread so that the scarf made could be longer, then shoved it on the grandmother with a thin smile. "Here you go."

The rain had subsided just as Indra was coming out. His steps became faster. Besides because it was going to be evening, he could not wait to immediately give the bag in his arms. Indra just arrived home as the sky started to darken. Indra even just arrived at the door when the wife immediately opened the door, as if knowing that Indra had arrived.

Although the situation is getting night and cold, Indra's heart is warm because the first thing that welcomes her is the woman's gentle smile. With a welcome greeting that always sounds good to him. The woman was tying her back hair low and was still wearing a gray apron, definitely still cooking dinner when Indra came. The woman was also wearing a white sweater and thick negligee behind it, probably feeling cold because it was just raining. It was a plain and simple appearance, but Indra never took issue with her clothes. His wife was always suitable to wear anything because Indra's attention was first entangled in a bead that was also looking at him warmly. All the fatigue of Indra was like evaporating out right then and there.

"Why apologize? The rain was unexpected. I'd rather not have you sick-" Indri blinked as Indra thrust out a shopping bag. Indri accepted it with curiosity. "What'sthis? Groceries?" Indri wanted to peek, but hesitated because there was no permission from Indra. "Aren't we still much? Or are these your new books? But why does it feel light ...?"

Indra smiled slightly at the woman's behavior. He bent down to take off his shoes. "Just open it."

Indri also revealed the bag and fell silent clumsily. His hand reached out for a moment to grab one of the tilapia-colored thread scrolls. He also saw four other rolls of white thread. "You always buy me without saying anything," she twitched nervously. "no need. Really am. I can handle this myself. I'll buy it tomorrow."

Indra had already memorized that answer. "No. I really want to buy you. You can always ask for my help - so just tell me if you want to buy something." He switched off his other shoes. "And didn't you promise not to do it all by yourself, hm? I don't like it if you don't say anything to me. You can always count on me."

And Indri is also equally poultice for all those reasons. He was still staring at the bag with a sigh.

"No. I don't feel bothered." Indra again appealed just as the woman was about to speak. "I'll never feel bothered because this can make you happy. I did want to buy it because I want you to be happy." The man pulled a pair of shoes over to the nearest shelf. "So, don't ever feel like you've forced me."

Indri finally really gave up by the hard desire of the husband. The woman could only smile amusedly. "Thank you" he whispered sincerely. "I like your choice. How did you know I wanted to buy this color?"

"I just need to look at your behavior and I can tell right away." Indra stood up straight again, and approached the woman. Indra looked down to kiss Indri's lips in return for the welcome greeting earlier. The man smiling gently found Indri's bumbling face by her sudden treatment. Indra grabbed Indri's hand and grasped it slowly, leading the woman inside. "Come on. It's getting colder here. Let me put that bag on your desk. I'll be changing soon to help you cook."