Patience of the Heart Wulan
Chapter 08_Being a tough and patient woman.

Building a household ark is not like being in a relationship. When the sacred promise of marriage has been spoken, then there is a responsibility in keeping the sacred promise until the end of life.

The realization of a success lies in a happy household and family atmosphere. I must not be moody like this, I must be strong, if I am weak and careless. Only this sadness I feel.

Wulan saw Damar coming out of the room.

"Kang Cimar let's have breakfast?" Smooth bargain.

"No need, I have breakfast at the factory." Damar walked into the living room and put down the usual black bag he was carrying to carry the documents.

Hearing Damar's retorting answer. Making Wulan sad, what does it mean that the food he has served on the table, even he was willing until his hands splashed hot oil when cooking.

Holy Ma'am sighed, seen by him Wulan looked sad while staring at the dishes presented on the table. He then approached his daughter-in-law who was standing near the dining table. He rubbed Wulan's shoulder. "Patience son, try to get close to him."

Wulan looked at her mother-in-law's face which featured a shady face mimic. Very calm, just like Damar, but Wulan noticed the past few days Damar had been cold, indifferent. Wulan kept her mother-in-law's words. Walking into the living room and approaching Damar who was sitting on the sofa seemed to be buttoning a long-sleeved shirt.

"Let me help." Wulan sat next to Damar, then held her husband's arm.

Damar refuses to touch Wulan, he forcibly pulls her hand from Wulan's. "I'm not a kid, I can do it myself."

Wulan looked at Damar nanar, his heart getting slashed severed, almost every day Damar asked him to button up a shirt, but this time?

Wulan let out a long sigh, trying to free her heart from the burden that led to disappointment.

He worked as a former Intel. Making Wulan's feelings very sensitive when something happened that he observed had changed his attitude. Let alone the attitude of the husband, the attitude of his friend is easy for him to read.

Although fairly harmonious couples, it is undeniable that small disputes often occur and can be understood as a seasoning flavoring in undergoing a new household hickey for the rest of this corn.

But in contrast to the attitude and changes that have occurred in Damar in recent days, the attitude of the husband began to change since returning from Jakarta last week.

A week after returning from Jakarta to accompany the husband in business, Wulan and Damar took the time to visit the Wulan family, which is mostly in the metropolitan capital.

Damar moved from his seat after wearing a buttoned suit in front. It can be said that the suit can be used formally or casually.

Wulan looked down at her husband who had gone and also picked up the bag. "You didn't have breakfast, I cooked your favorite fried rice, Kang Cimar?"

Kang Cimar, is the nickname unfortunately Wulan to Damar who incidentally is a lilok entrepreneur.

"I told you, I want breakfast at the factory. I'm probably eating your cooking anyway." Damar said as he passed into the kitchen, but not his destination dining table. He took a glass and poured water from the dispenser and drank it to the toilet. He also saw his mother sitting on the dining table chair. "The room left first, ma'am." At first glance Damar glanced at the food presented at the dining table, but he was not tasteful.

"Breakfast first, son, you must appreciate your wife's labor. You don't see, Wulan still cooks food for you even though she is in a big pregnancy. Because he doesn't want you to eat out." Said the Holy Mother giving advice to her eldest son.

Previously the Holy Mother felt no need to interfere in household affairs or small debates that occurred between Wulan and Damar. However, if you pay attention to the attitude of Damar in recent days is different from usual.

"Bosen Ma'am, Damar wants breakfast outside." Damar passed from before his mother.

Holy Ma'am got up from her seat, she saw her son's back. "It's not usually you eat food outside, son. Even if you bosen the same dish, you can tell your wife to prepare another dish, you will know for yourself that Wulan is good at cooking."

Damar stopped his steps, he turned his head to align his chin with his shoulders. Seeing the mother from the tail of her eyes. "Most wrong, if Damar ever wanted to eat out? Lagian Damar never asked Wulan to continue cooking, he only wants to."

From the middle room Wulan heard the answer thrown by Damar. Heart's plump. He rubbed his stomach. "Show me dear Mama."

In the kitchen, Holy Mother was still very surprised at the sight of her eldest son's back, not usually Damar will behave like this. He still remembers, when Wulan was cooking when he would add MSG but added even salt, to make cooking dishes that are cooked salty. However, Damar never complained about the food cooked by Wulan salty, just that time Damar spent all the dishes that had been salted.

"Don't get used to eating food outside Nang. If it's your way, it's the same way you don't appreciate your wife's effort."

Damar shook his hand.

"Have Buk, Damar was dizzy. Work in the factory a lot, do not add to the burden by continuing to lecture Damar." Damar said very annoyed, then walking towards the living room, he saw Wulan who was standing in front of the sofa. "I'm off to work." Said cold.

Wulan walked in front of Damar.

"You why Kang Cimar? Don't you usually like this? You never even complain when I cook?" Wulan looked into her husband's eyes, but like in recent days, Damar seemed reluctant to look into his eyes.

Damar only briefly saw Wulan, then again circulated his gaze staring at the central space. "You're the reason why Wulan, about breakfast. It must be debated, if you mind serving dishes to me yes do not cook. You don't have to splash hot oil or slice an onion!"

Raptured at Damar's contrasting answer that sounded harsh and stern.

"I didn't mean it, but-?" Not finished Wulan spoke, Damar first cut his words.

"Of course, arguing with you is never ending!" Jerky Damar rough.

Wulan was aghast to hear the rough scuffles from Damar. Not usually this husband will speak in a high tone.

Damar passed from before Wulan, he grabbed the car keys and walked out of the house. Then immediately get into the car parked in the front yard of the house. After starting the engine, slowly the car left the yard.

Wulan brushed the negligee she was wearing, she shuffled up at the end of the sofa and slid more and more to the floor. Damar did not even rub his stomach, as was her husband's habit before leaving for work.

Ever felt pain when shot in the left arm while training to be an Intel. But it was not as painful as his heart was now, as it was bloody but invisible.

I will be the toughest, most patient woman. Until patience is tired with my patience.

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