The Longing for Perfection
Olive Oil

They went into the minimarket together. Zayn headed straight for the drink, while Farah headed straight for the baby oil. He picked one up and then walked towards the cosmetic area. There was no real coconut oil here so he replaced it with olive oil. 

"Olive oil." Zayn's voice suddenly sounded behind him. Makes Farah jump in shock. 

"Astagfirullah," screeched. 

Zayn was surprised to see his wife. "You don't want chocolate?" tanyanya. 

"You, you" replied Farah. "Jajan too," he bargained. 

"Otherwise?" 

"The cashiers can too." 

And Farah immediately received a pinch on her nose. 

"The teacher should not have other lyrics. Remember that you have a husband" Zayn said. 

Farah laughed a little. He then chose a few snacks to fill their baskets. And when they were at the cashier, Zayn said. "Mas, is there a female cashier?" he asked the male cashier. 

Farah directly hit his arm slowly. 

"Don't listen to him" Farah said. Makes Zayn laugh. One same.

After the minimarket, they went to the sub-district office. Zayn offers Farah to come inside but the woman refuses. He chose to wait in the car. 

After Zayn got out of the car. Farah immediately opened the internet. He was looking for an article on how to be smooth during marital relations. He also searched for articles on how not to get sick during intercourse. And articles that talk about it. 

Farah opened her plastic bag and took the olive oil. All this time, maybe he had less fluid, Farah thought. 

"Bismillah, I hope this helps" he said expectantly. She wants to be a perfect wife. The wife who gave her husband the right. A wife who meets the inner needs of her husband. 

After the sub-district office, Zayn and Farah stopped by the village head office first. That's because Zayn's still on time.

Zayn arranges their groceries in Farah's motorcycle seat. One more bag in the middle and one more cantonh ice cendol Farah put on the handlebar motor maticnya.

"Be careful" Zayn said after Farah's silence and kissed his hand.

"Assalamualaikum, my dear."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

The red matic motor left the village chief's office area. The motor slowly passed through several houses. This week, she's staying at her mother-in-law's house. Unceasingly Farah nodded her head to greet and return greetings from the neighbors she passed by.

Who does not know Farah. Beautiful young teacher mother, wife of Zayn Pak SekDes. The daughter-in-law of a rice pitcher who owns the land.

Many village girls were jealous of Farah for being Zayn's wife. Zayn, a handsome man whose future looks so bright. He was the first of two children.

After 750 meters. Farah had reached the courtyard of the house. There's Atun's mother Zayn on the porch. He had just come home from the store and was sitting on the terrace.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am," Farah said courteously. He took the ice cendol that he bought and brought it to Bu Atun.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied Bu Atun with a smile and received an ice cendol from his son-in-law.

"Just come home, Far?" ask her.

"Yes, ma'am" replied Farah.

After that, Farah returned to pick up her groceries. Two large plastic with typical mini market logo. Seeing that, Bu Atun's facial expression suddenly changed.

"From town?" ask in a short tone. His eyes stared at the two large pockets Farah was carrying.

"Yes, ma'am" replied Farah. He looked down and went inside. At the end of the door, Zayn's younger sister approached him.

"I want to, I want to" he exclaimed. This girl is only first grade Junior High.

"Here, Ma'am buy a lot for you" said Farah. They dismantled the snack in the middle room.

"So the woman should be the frugal one," commented Bu Atun suddenly. He sat in a chair near Farah. Look at her daughter-in-law's groceries.

Farah was silent with a heart that seemed to be pierced straight away. A speech that was like a sharp thorn stuck in his heart.

"Don't one minimarket you wholesale," continued Bu Atun. "The wife must be smart to manage finances. Don't waste. To save."

Farah's chest tightened hearing that. She bit her lips holding something that felt like it wanted to come out of her eyes.

"Yes, ma'am" he answered slowly. After letting the sister-in-law choose, Farah brought the rest into the room. He put his groceries on the nightstand and immediately let the tightness in his chest out. She cried.

He took his phone and made a call on Zayn. Directly connected calls.

"Assalamualaikum" said Zayn.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," Farah answered still with a cry. That makes Zayn anxious.

"Darling, why?" tanyakanya. He said quietly so that his partner would not eavesdrop.

"It's been scolded by my mother" Farah answered honestly. She's still crying.

"Why dimarahi?" Zayn asked attention.

"Because wasteful. Because of a lot of. Though I only get two plastic bags but mom says if I buy one minimarket." Farah answered with a stern answer.

Zayn laughed a little across the street. Making Farah sewot.

"Why laugh," he exasperated.

"Just give me some chocolate, she'll smile again." Zayn gave a proposal.

"where can. Fired as his son-in-law, yes."

Farah wiped her tears. At the very least, he felt a little relieved because he had told Zayn.

"Just try it."

"No way," Farah refused. "First already. Closing is over, Mr. sekdes. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Ma'am Master. Don't forget to pay the price."

"A bowl of compote enough?" ask Farah who will pay the exchange rate.

"A bowl of kisses is more delicious" Zayn replied.

Farah smiled widely with a face that met red there.

"Muach."

Clik. And he turned off the phone after that. She's ashamed

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Author's Note 🥰🙏

Sorry if there is typo2. 

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