The Little Wife of Mr. President
Open the Heart

The bright sky slowly faded and turned increasingly dark. The workers in the tea garden seemed to walk out of the rows of trees that were not so tall but beautiful in a neatly lined view.

Tired look clearly on their faces, not least the beautiful woman whose age is fairly young.

He walked holding a basket strap on his shoulder while wiping the sweat on the forehead and temples.

“Gita, already want to go home?” A beak man said hello, he was the foreman of the tea garden where Gita worked.

“Yes, Mr. Ramli. I want to go home, Mr.” replied Gita as usual very polite.

“This is your salary already? I cut as usual your noon hours.” he said smiling but once he raised his eyebrows next door.

Gita smiled clumsyly looking at the man's expression. Soon he took the money and walked quickly away from Mr. Ramli.

“The father why the heck likes to flirt with eyebrows so? Make scared.” Gita all the way grumbling. Because Mr. Ramli's behavior is not the first thing he saw. Many times the man happens like that to the Gita.

Until the trip was now ended in a simple house owned by the parents he was riding with the husband.

“Make Mr coffee, Git.” Shouted Mr. Haidar when he saw Gita had just put a work hat on the door of the house.

Even sitting had not been able to do, indeed the tiny body was very strong to withstand fatigue.

“Iya, Mr.” replied Gita without any intention of protest or asking for a moment to rest.

The house looked quiet, it seemed like the mother had not returned from selling herbs. Jupri must be in the room. Thought Gita.

Moments later, Gita looks out of her terrace with a cup of coffee. He knew that making the husband coffee in front of the father would be a problem again.

“This, Mr. Coffee. Gita wants to take a shower first.” said the woman walked leaving the father who was silent.

In the room, Jupri was seen massaging his arms and legs that were always sore every time he came home from work.

“Abang tired?” ask Gita softly.

Jupri who saw the woman was silent. What six months of marriage, Gita still feels like a complete stranger to her own husband.

“Sini Gita massage Abang.” she said started massaging the husband's legs.

Not resisting, Jupri began to enjoy the massage of the wife. Over time the man fell asleep with his hair still wet. Indicates if he has taken a shower.

Gita stared at the carved face so handsome, a face that could be said urban face. Really, Gita fell in love with her husband.

“Poor Bang Jupri, why do you have so much heart with him? Surely Bang Jupri is not used to working like this. Forgive Gita, Bang.” he said in his heart so sad to see the state of an irritable man talking to him.

Time passed very quickly, unknowingly Jupri had fallen asleep until half 8 p.m. An empty stomach and sounding continuously made him open his eyes slowly.

Not yet after he collected his life, Jupri's eye bead caught the figure who had just finished his prayer. Gita smiled at him with the prayer tool he was still wearing.

The white mukenah was very bright on the beautiful face of Gita, for the first time Jupri was charmed on his wife after six months they were married.

“Bang. Brother Jupri,” call Gita who at that time disperse the daydream of Jupri.

Jupri. “What's up?” ask Jupri gelagapan.

“Mau salim, Bang.” reply Gita friendly.

Jupri went back to silence and followed the movement of his wife's hand.

“Abang want to eat? Let Gita prepare her meal.” Again Gita said and Jupri was only able to nod.

It felt like his heart suddenly beat unbecause of seeing Gita's beautiful smile with a white face. Without make up, it's a natural beauty.

In the kitchen Gita looks spooning rice and simple side dishes. Sour vegetables and also tomato anchovy sauce. A glass of water he poured in a glass and arranged at the dining table.

After making sure everything was ready, he went back to the room and was about to call Jupri. Unfortunately his steps stopped when his body collided with the husband's tall body.

“Gosh!” her strangulation was shocked when she collided with her husband because she was obstructed by the curtains of the room door.

“Gita,” Jupri was reflex hugging him.

Instead of looking at each other, Gita revolted in Jupri's arms because she was too nervous. His hands seemed to tremble fixing the hairdo on his face.

“E-em i-tu Bang. His s-is ready.” said Gita tergugup.

Jupri almost laughed at his wife's behavior, which was like seeing a ghost.

He let go of his arms and held his wife's hand.

“Abang?” Gita tried to rebuke her husband to let go of his hand.

“Company Brother eat, you also have to eat. See your body getting thinner and thinner.” For the first time Jupri spoke a little long on the Gita.

Unable to resist, Gita only obediently walks into the kitchen following her husband. His heart was touched, Jupri the second person who cared about him.

“Bang, eat. Gita is still full..” Jupri without speaking has fed rice to his wife.

Gita's lips that talk until it has to stop because of shock.

“Shouldn't have me cold on Gita. She's already my wife, although I feel foreign to all of them but Gita's been trying to be good to me. Looks like I have to learn to accept it.” Inner Jupri monologues.

I don't know what kind of wind was bringing her as warm as now, which clearly felt so touched when she saw Gita's face when she opened her eyes waking up from her sleep.

All the gentle treatment of Gita for six months makes Jupri very touched. Often he pityed on the tiny Gita had to be busy working and taking care of himself and the father-in-law in the rice field, but Jupri realized it was only limited to concern, not love.

But tonight, Love is like a direction that suddenly falls and knocks on the door of Jupri's heart.