WIFE'S REQUEST

Hesti immediately entered the room annoyed. She stomped her feet on the floor.

"An uneducated woman like her... dares to repay the house. How much is her salary? Surely she is someone's mistress. I don't know what, if her salary is small. A week at least three hundred thousand. My father-in-law too! What are you doing, paying for Kamania's surgery costs! Just let him go blind!" Hesti, who was annoyed, started talking to herself.

Suddenly the door opened. Gilang entered with a languid face.

"Eh, Mas is home," said Hesti spoiled.

"Tired Mas, please make a drink!" Gilang brushed off Hesti's hand, which was about to sway. It made Hesti frown again.

"Oh, there's Bi Atun," Hesti refused, throwing her body onto the bed.

"In the past, Fahira always made gold drinks, even though Atun was there. What's wrong with that!" Gilan grumbled.

"Eh, Mas, don't compare me and Fahira. I'm also pregnant... people who are pregnant want to be pampered! Not being told to do this, it's like a babu!" Hesti started to get angry.

"Ouch, you are! At first, you were kind, caring. Now just because you're a wife, you always want to win yourself."

"Yes, Mas too! Little by little Fahira, she is just your ex-wife! You left her first. You said she was not on the same level as you who graduated from S1. You are ashamed to have a wife who only graduated from high school!" Hardik Hesti was annoyed.

Gilan took a deep breath. Hesti's character is tough. Fahira also has a strong character, but she is not spoiled and annoying like Hesti. Fahira is more obedient and does not need to be told he will prepare all of Gilang's needs. Sometimes, Gilang slightly regrets why he was tempted in the first place. Indeed, Hesti is prettier than Fahira. Hesti is also a Bachelor of Economics. However, that does not guarantee that she is a perfect woman. In the past, when Kamania was still living together, Hesti never wanted to take care of Kamania. It was Endang who took care of Kamania.

However, Gilang also can't just let Hesti go now. After all, Hesti was the ideal woman. She is beautiful, even when she is pregnant she is not stretchy. Only her stomach looks bloated, making her look so sexy. Not to mention her naturally smooth white skin. And, the plus point is that he is a graduate.

Almost all of Gilang's friends praised him. So that makes Gilang feel proud. Gilang stroked Hesti's shoulder gently. He didn't want to fight anymore.

"I'm sorry, yes," said Gilang, stroking Hesti's hair gently.

"I went to Fahira's new house," said Hesti, turning her body to face Gilang.

"Why did you go there?"

"You know what... Fahira bought a house with new furniture. Her neighbor said she was given a house by Inayah. It's in installments from her salary, but I suspect she wants to be used as honey with Inayah- her boss."

"Hush, it's you. Ceu Inayah has always loved Fahira. From high school, Fahira has joined Inayah. Again, just let it be. How big is the house?"

"It's not big, Mas. But, all the furniture is new too. Since you married me, you've never bought anything new. This room is still old stuff, Mas and Fahira used it," Hesti sulked again.

Gilan took a deep breath. He began to understand where his wife's conversation was headed.

"Okay, so you want to buy new room furniture?" Gilan asked.

Hesti's smile widened as she heard Gilang's question.

"Yes, I want a new bed, a new wardrobe, a new dressing table. I don't want to use Fahira's ex," said Hesti spoiled.

"Yes, the day after tomorrow we go to the furniture shop. We'll make the old stuff in the end boarding room. We don't have the furniture yet. We'll use the new furniture later."

"Really?"

"Yeah, when did Mas lie to you?"

"Same one more...."

"What else my dear?"

"New jewelry. When we got married yesterday, Mas only bought ordinary jewelry. I want diamonds."

That afternoon Endang looked annoyed. He looks sullen. Early in the morning Gilang and Hesti left. And they came home with new furniture. Springbed with expensive brands, wardrobe, dressing table, nightstand. Several sets of bed linen and bedcovers are also well-known brands. All the old things from Gilang's room were moved to a boarding room that Endang had not had time to fill with furniture because it was not going to be rented out yet.

And Endang was even more annoyed when she peeked, it turned out that Hesti had also bought a set of jewelry. And the jewelry he bought was not cheap. At least Gilang spent 100 million to buy everything.

After the builders who helped lift the cupboards and others had left and had already received wages from Gilang, Endang immediately approached Gilang who was sitting on the sofa.

"Buy something new, why don't you ask your mother first?" Endang began to interrogate Gilang. Gilan took a deep breath. He had guessed, surely his mother would protest because of this.

"Yes, the end room doesn't have many things, ma'am. Hesti is not comfortable, the things that have been used since Fahira were still there," said Gilang.

"Yes, but why do you have to buy an expensive one? Just a spring bed, the price is already twenty-five million. Not yet a wardrobe and so on. It's a new television, isn't it? Jewelry too, you think you don't see it?!" Endang began to inflame.

"Oh dear, not two hundred million yet, ma'am," replied Gilang.

Suddenly Endang glared in surprise. The estimate was wrong, even more, was issued.

"Not yet two hundred million? Does that mean your spending is almost two hundred million? I know you can afford it, but ... duh, I'm tired of arguing with you!"

"It's okay once in a while, ma'am. After all, since I got married I have never made Hesti happy. "

"You never said that? What I see is that you always spoil your wife. Clothes, branded bags...everything he asks you to follow. While the affairs in the office you often leave. I don't understand office problems but I know that you often leave the office and meetings just because your wife asked you to come home!"

Hearing the commotion, Ammar who was sitting in the side yard immediately entered and approached.

"What's all this fuss about?" he asked.

"Just ask your favorite child!"

Ammar turned and looked at his son with a sharp gaze.

"You don't want any fuss. You started it so you have to finish it too.

Ammar immediately left the room. He chose to leave. Meanwhile, Endang irritably stepped into Gilang's room and opened the door loudly.

"What's wrong, ma'am?" Hesti asked. The woman was a little surprised when Endang entered.

"You married my son to blackmail him? I noticed you always ask for this and that. Vacation there, vacation here, buy this, buy that. Do you think my son is a walking ATM?! Not to mention that you always bother him when he's in the office, don't think I don't know, okay!" Endang shouted angrily.

"Well ... it's natural for a husband to make his wife happy. I've been married for almost three years, and I'm almost giving birth soon. It seems that just asking for new furniture and jewelry won't make you poor, Mom. What's more, Mas Gilang is indeed capable. " Hesti answered casually.

Gilang could only exhale roughly. He was annoyed with Hesti's attitude of refusing to budge and not answering his mother.

"You heard it well! You live well here, you want anything. You don't have to do homework. You don't have to eat... just eat. Every month my son will give you enough money. Don't ask What kinds of things keep going! Si Fahira has never been a neko. At the end of the week if she and Gilang went out when she got home she would buy me and my father even if it was just martabak. But you, they say, are highly educated, but have no manners at all. polite!" cursed Endang.

Gilang gave a signal for Hesti to stop answering her mother, but Hesti didn't listen.

"I forgot, who used to support me to become your daughter-in-law? Who used to say that my daughter-in-law is uneducated, looks naughty, is not worth it, isn't level? Did mother say that? Now, why are you comparing me to village women? that?!" Hesti bravely started to fight Endang with a high voice.

"Heh, you insolent! Your mouth was not taught manners? Didn't your parents ever teach and educate you?!"

"Don't take my parents with me!"

"That's enough! It's embarrassing. You are also Gilang, your wife is your teacher! It was your mother who shouted at you... but you just kept watching?! Are you a boy or not?!" Ammar shouted who had suddenly been there loudly.

"You too, Mom. Just let it go... after all, from a few months ago Mother wanted to fill the room at the end of it, right? There's no need to fuss. We have agreed to let Gilang be in charge and take care of the company. You are also an adult. And, you too Hesti ... I never forbid you to ask your husband. But, don't demand too much. Also please, keep your manners. You are a scholar, aren't you? What's more, your family is also a respected person. What will people say later ."

After saying that, Ammar went to his room. No one else dared to speak if Ammar had already made a sound. Including Hesti, he was very shy about his father-in-law.