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Sometimes, Indri felt a bit bad being a housewife. Because, it is precisely Indra who knows more about household matters. Every cooking, Indra always helps or at least teaches him to make a combination of spices and delicious ingredients. Every cleaning house, Indra always advises about the location of some properties and how to clean certain items. Every wash, Indra always warns about the types of fabrics that cannot be washed or even should not be washed. Every gardening, Indra always knows how to take care of certain plants and knows how to harvest them until they can be utilized. Every time you buy new food or property, Indra always contributes advice in quality and price selection.

"You know a lot more than me" said Indri embarrassed because his work was again taken over by Indra-alau only briefly. He was forced to sit down because Indra would be finished a little long. "Over time our roles are like being turned upside down" he chanted with a forced smile.

Indra glanced at the woman did not understand, then continued peeling the tubers slowly. "What do you love? Is it because you don't know much about the household?"

"I .. feel like a failed homemaker." Indri turned an awkward look. "I'm not very good at cooking, I don't know much about how to clean the house, I don't know the important things in washing and gardening." Indri laughed a little and was forced. "I wouldn't be surprised if you also know more about taking care of children."

Indra stopped peeling the bulbs - she was done - and stared at them for a moment as if contemplating something. "You have not failed at all" he said calmly. "I think you're good at all of those things - because I told you a lot before this even before we got married." Indra turned around and walked over. He rested his hands on the back of the chair that Indri occupied, then bent down and kissed the female head slowly. Smile shaded. "More, now, you've become the only woman who can make me happy. Don't ever think you're a failure as my life partner."

Indri was somewhat flushed and stared at the clumsy floor. "But I .. It's like being a failed wife to you."

"But you've been a successful mother. It also makes you a successful wife to me." Indra half-kneeled to get the direction of Indri's gaze. He thinned his smile when he saw that embarrassed hue more clearly. "Again, now, I should take over your job more often. You should also take more rest." The man advances the body for a moment to kiss Indri's stomach that has been slightly distended, then returned to smiling. "You don't have to try to be perfect for me. Now, you just have to learn to be a good mother to our child."

***

After making sure the baby is really sound, Indra stopped the swab. The man smiled slightly as his fingers were still tightly grasped. Slowly, Indra took off the grip of the baby's tiny hand which turned out to be quite tight. Indra. Is that how missed his little son is?

Indra felt very guilty. The baby's head is soft. Swear that you will not waste any time with your baby.

After his emotions were re-ordered, Indra upheld. Turn around and step out of the room. He was silent to find Indri standing beside the door.

Indri was looking down until his face was invisible to his hair that dangled down. His fingers were stiff and tense. The woman was like a child who had just thrown a tantrum and was trying to prepare for the lecture session.

Just look at it, Indra knows the reason for the somber emotions of his woman. The man approached and grabbed the gentle Indri in his arms. So slowly as if Indri was indeed as fragile as that if he was a little harder. Indri's delicate mane and back were rubbed slowly to stabilize the woman's emotions.

The senses soften, though not completely. The woman was still stiff as if she thought Indra would brag about her mistake. Indri was still afraid to return his embrace.

No doubt, Indra was a bit irritated and amused as well. "You still think about that?"

Indri was a little bit of a squeak. His voice squeaked nervously. "A-I .. I've broken .. my promise."

"alright. I'm angry," break up Indra was too flat. "You're still working."

Indri was getting lower in his arms. The lights are almost contained. "... sorry."

"But you're not ignoring our baby."

Indri was silent awkwardly. "Of course."

"And that's what I meant. I'm angry, but I can't scold you. If you ignore it, maybe I'm really angry." Indra smiled amusedly as she felt Indri was getting cowering in fear. The man brought Indri closer and warmer. While stroking his wife's back, Indra continued slowly, "But, still. Don't force yourself either. I don't want you to get sick, let alone I'm not with you. That makes me even more angry."

"M .. sorry."

Indra sizzled softly while holding a smile. He was a bit surprised too. How sorry is Indri for his mistake? "It has. Thats enough. Seeing you keep apologizing makes me really mad."

"Why can anything make you angry ...."

"Because the definition of anger for me is for your happiness."