RICH MAN
COVER UP MISTAKES

That morning Marwa woke up rubbing her eyes after hearing a noise coming from her kitchen. If it was half-eight, Marwa continued her sleep from exhaustion and relaxed a little because that day her husband did not go to the office.

She had just come out of her room and headed for the kitchen for not seeing her husband in the room. She saw the man cooking there, rushed Marwa there and approached her husband. “Mas, are you hungry? Here let me cook,” but Marwa has not had time to take the tool used for frying, Rey shook her head while ordering her to sit on the chair.

The man realized that last night his wife washed and ironed some clothes for the next day. He knew that his wife was not a typical person who liked to put off work. Seeing his wife's tired expression at dawn, he had to let her continue to sleep and take his place for a while to prepare breakfast. “You take a shower there! Let me cook. Sorry for the ingredients, so I made fried rice,” Rey said while focusing on her work.

The woman complied with her prostration. As a husband, he also has to help with homework. Not just looking for money for the lives of both of them. But when the holidays work, Rey must prepare energy to clean up in her home. He knew that there were assistants who came from morning until noon just to clean the house. But Rey never ordered the assistant to go inside her room. He knew that it was a private place that had to be cleaned by himself.

After the fried rice and egg rolls are finished he made. He also made strawberry juice that morning. Preparing drinks for his wife. Rey is aware that his wife must consume good food. Therefore he must make some nutritious food, but for breakfast this time there is only fried rice and tulur rolls. When he saw the contents of the refrigerator, he only realized that he had not bought cooking ingredients. It was impossible for him to get Marwa to go to the market to buy all that. Especially when lifting heavy things. Rey never liked that.

His wife took a shower and dressed that morning. He welcomed his wife with a smile. There was food and drinks, Rey immediately pulled a chair and invited his wife to sit down.

“You're really hungry, Mas?”

Rey shook her head, “Not, but I want to cook for you,”

“You are finally up in the morning. Usually if you do not work you wake up at nine more, Mas,”

The man looked at his wife and then gave the code for them to pray before eating. After the prayer was over, Rey said. “Not, because today we will go for a walk at once check your content. And I see in the brochure, if in one of the places not far from where we live it is not the class of pregnant women,”

“Class of pregnant women? Meaning?”

“Ya just exclamation. Later we are taught how to care for newborns, change diapers of all kinds, different from other classes. Prepare,”

“Where do you get the brochure from, Mas?”

Rey remembers that when he left that time, someone gave him a brochure and he immediately thought about taking his wife there. “You know nothing funny, I asked her the same role model at that time, if during the follow-up the guy was given like a baby carrier. Roughly five kilograms that weight, like a pregnant person,”

Marwa was engrossed in listening to her husband tell a story that seemed enthusiastic about going there. “Keep especially, Mas?”

“There's a cooking competition too,”

“What cooking competition?”

“Make slurry and so on. I have listed us both. So stay there later,”

“Mas, you have to come to such events. He is not ashamed later told to use a sling that is given the burden?”

Rey just shook her head. “No, not at all. Why shame? That means we are trained so that husbands understand how the burden of pregnant wives. Let's not carelessly tell spoiled all sorts. Later menggerasain how difficult the movement and so on,” said Rey while eating her food. He is very interested in that because there is certainly a lot to be taught. “Mandiin baby also we are taught loh,”

“That's right, Mas?”

“Yes, but the one who took a shower was the husbands. If the wife is not, the wife does not need a course just can certainly because her instincts later bombing her so that it can be like that,”

Rey's phone rang that morning. But because in front of him there is Marwa and do not want there to be misunderstanding again. He answered the phone in front of his wife in an outside voice. “You don't work?” said a woman from across the phone.

“Ngak. Today I have business,”

Rey's body stiffened as Alin said so on the phone. He looked at his wife who seemed uncomfortable about it. The man hung up the phone. “He's not done talking, Mas. Why did you turn it off?”

“Not important,”

“Important for him. That's why he called you,”

“Marwa,” call Rey slowly.

“Why, Mas? You're afraid that I know what you're doing outside?”

“Not that,”

“You sometimes refuse to make breakfast just because you say late and late. Is this your reason? Sometimes you don't want to eat the breakfast I prepared because you said later in the office, that woman who was breakfast for you?”

He shouldn't have answered the phone from Alin if it was going to be a quarrel that morning. “Marwa, already! I don't want to fight early in the morning,”

“You don't want to fight but make trouble this early, Mas. What's in your head? When your wife wakes up in the morning, do everything for you. You yourself do not appreciate my efforts masakin you, Mas. Maybe once twice I can still understand, but if it repeats itself and it's very often, Mas. That hurts,”

Rey put the phone down and removed the spoon in her hand. Then he took his wife's hand. “Samely not the reason,”

“Mas, you know what I found on the back of your shirt last night?”

Rey shakes her head because she hasn't seen it yet and is first picked up by Marwa and washed. He had not seen what his wife meant. All he remembers is the smell of Alin's perfume clinging to his work shirt.

“What?”

“Since when do you play women and until followed to the office, Mas?” Marwa was still trying to calm down even though her tears would come out. Rey knew that it hurt. And he couldn't explain anything at all this time. “That's behind your shirt..”.

“What do you see? Speaking!”

“...Lipstick, Mas. And it can't be just a scratch. Because it's a woman's lip scar, and that's what makes me sicker, Mas,”