Not Dream Heaven
Petty quarrel

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“No, not so mas, Chila just—“

“You know, if you work there. And mas work is still very much, why did you arrive like that?” mike asked immediately woke up and stared intensely at Chila's face.

“A—I know Mas. But—what's wrong with Chila talking like that?” chila said slowly and lowered her head.

“Wrong! You are wrong to speak so. It's the same you don't trust me!” mike replied in a voice that had risen slightly, to the point of making Chila so surprised.

Almost a year or so they were married, and only this time did Mike speak in a high tone to her. Just because of a problem that Chla thinks is so trivial.

“M—Mas, definitely still tired right? Just take a break, right? Sorry, sorry Chila if it's presumptuous and make you angry. Sorry,” said Chila a little stammered, then she immediately moved from her bed, swept a little rough instant hijab that she had taken off and sidelined in the chair and then went out.

Meanwhile, Mike who saw Chila's departure immediately rubbed his face quite roughly. He closed his eyes, and felt guilty for speaking quite harshly to Chila.

‘Astagfirullah,’ murmured slowly and rubbed his face with roughness.

For some reason, Mike suddenly did not like the words of Chila just now. In addition, indeed the end of this Mike also feels that his feelings are much more sensitive, he is easily offended and irritable. Not only to his wife, but when at work, late this he often fired employees because it had offended him.

But he should have remembered, that his wife was such a gentle woman, and could not get a harsh word let alone a high tone. Sighing rough breath, Mike finally got up and looked for Chila's whereabouts.

“Honey! Chila ... Where's your dear?” mike shouted for his wife's whereabouts on the second floor, but did not find her.

He immediately went down the stairs and searched every corner of the room, until his steps came to a halt when he saw that his wife was praying in the mosque which was next to the family room.

After a while, Chila walked into the kitchen and approached Mike, “Mas what? How not to rest?” ask her with an expression as usual. Although her eyes were still slightly reddened, Chila was so quick to hide her pain.

“You warm milk?” mike asked to show him the glass in his hand that already contained hot chocolate.

“Mas only make one?” chila asked frowning her.

“Hem, wouldn't it be more delicious if we drank one together,” replied Mike with a teasing smile.

Chila just smiled and nodded her head, then Mike approached Chila and invited her to sit on the sofa of the family room.

“Sorry yes, earlier Mas, has been rough with you,” said Mike grasped Chia's hand gently.

“Not really, Chila was wrong. And Chila quite understand, that mas still tired because of the long journey, sorry Chila,” reply the woman lowered her head, but quickly Mike raised Chila's chin to stare at her.

“Do not apologize, because you are not wrong. I'm the one at fault here, and I should be the one apologizing, don't be sad anymore let alone crying. Promise,” said Mike looks so sincere from the look of his eyes.

Cup.

Mike immediately kissed Chila's forehead, making Chila's heart more relieved and calm again. It is so easy to fix the relationship between the two. Is Chila a bum? No, she's not a silly woman, but she's an sorry woman. It's so easy to say sorry and so easy to apologize, even if he's innocent.

Chila always gave everything to God. From childhood, whenever he felt sad, restless, and had problems, then he would only complain to the Almighty. Chila will definitely lock herself in the room, then after being calm she will come out and act as usual. And that habit is still the same today.

...~To be continue ......