When Passion Is Greater Than Lust
End for Dadang, Beginning for Siti

Dadang looked towards the house he had just lived in for two years with Siti, the house that witnessed how she had hurt the mother of her children. Somehow his footsteps even brought him here ? .

Mango trees that Siti planted when she had just inhabited this house, it looks fruitful, because it is a mango Cangkokan. So it is natural if it quickly bears fruit, even though it does seem unmanageable.

Dadang stared at the key that had been in his hand, slowly he opened the door to enter.

Dust now filled the house, because it had been this two months he did not come here with Salsa to clean, usually once a week or two Weeks he would come, If he missed the figure of his children.

Thinking about Dadang's children so remember that he never contacted his three sons again, after he married Sandra.

given that Dadang fumbled all his pockets, hoping to find his hape, but he remembered if his hape had been completely overrun by Sandra, so they got married.

Pondering, Dadang now sits on a table full of dust.

Her eyes were now hot, She recalled the beginning of her marriage with Siti . Very sweet and harmonious . And now since Siti gave up and decided to leave, Dadang feels happiness is getting harder for him to reach.

Is this what karma is called, is this the punishment of all his mistakes, treating the Wife as good and perfect as Siti so badly.

" God !!!! I want to go back, when Siti was still my wife, I promised never to hurt her again, no matter what.."

Dadang said softly, staring at the photos of children who turned out to be still installed neatly on the wall. Fishing Dadang to grab it, he even cleaned the photo with his shirt without hesitation and disgust. Then hugged it tightly, channeling longing through a pseudo-hug. He sobbed loudly, no matter if anyone heard his crying voice.

long enough, Dadang dissolved in the sweet memories of his children, before long the Maghrib Adhan was heard echoing, reminding Dadang if he had never remembered his God, he was rested, the deeper the sob, the deeper, why even this sick?

The dim atmosphere forced Dadang to stand looking for where the saceral lights were located,

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The lights are on, with Dadang slowly entering into a special room wardrobe, see if there is a change of clothes for him.

After meeting, he walked to the bathroom, blamed the water tap, let it wet the bathroom part that looked dry, because it had been unoccupied for a long time.

" Salammuallaikum...!!!"

The sound of greeting stopped Dadang who was about to take a bath ?

Who is visiting during this Maghrib ?

Or did Dadang not realize that time had passed so quickly...?

"Italiana...!!" He said he wanted to open the door to see who was coming.

" San, you don't know the Maghrib-Maghrib rules came here ?"

Faintly, Dadang heard the voice of someone outside before the door fully opened.

" So really bang ?"Sandra stared at Dadang's chaotic appearance, the man looking at her with a cold expression.

" What ? why come here !! Want to make a noise again "Dadang staring ketus, do not care about Fatma who is now also there.

Sandra barged in, looking at every corner of the house. In the style of the owner's tub, he immediately took a broom, intending to clean this house.

" If you are really kicked out with the Father, we just stay here bang..!! This house is still your right, right ?"

Sandra replied firmly, making Dadang throw away his face

" I'll forgive you bang, we start all over again. Both in this house !!"

Dadang chose to sit again on the table, Not allowing the uninvited guest he seemed busy with his own thoughts. She looked at Sandra and started thinking . What steps will he take now ?

Starting all over again with Sandra or divorcing the woman and choosing to live alone in this house ?

"Kok quiet bang, you're still mad at me ?" Sandra looked at Dadang closer, stroking her distended stomach. She tried to break down the constancy and emotion that remained within her husband

" Remember our son bang, I promise I'll change for you..We started all from scratch huh bang "

" Sandra's. You didn't forget what aunt said to you earlier ?" Fatma looked at Sandra who was standing still holding a broom, without the slightest movement, while she chose to stand by the door, which opened.

" I'm right Auntie, if both parents no longer want to go home with bang Dadang. I as his wife will be ready to accept my husband with open arms..

This is your home, right Bang ? so we should have stayed here from the beginning. Not even home with Mom and Dad who finally made us fight like this "

Fatma pulled Sandra to her side, pinching Sandra's waist with a small pinch, making the pregnant woman grimace

" If Dadang slaps you in front of Auntie right now, Auntie make sure , that Auntie will just shut up . And will instead support him to silence your presumptuous mouth.."

Dadang was silent, actually he heard all that Sandra and the Aunt had talked about. But to argue and show his emotions Dadang as if he has lost energy. He remembered that the last time he had eaten was lunch, in the rice field.

" Buy me some rice, then I'll forgive you..!!"

Dadang's voice was slow, but firm, making Sandra and Fatma look at each other, he said,

" Where is the money bang ?" Sandra raised her hand in front of Dadang, putting on a sinless face.

while Dadang was silent, but his eyes looked sharply at Sandra, not only yesterday he gave money three hundred thousand to his wife, then why still ask her, even though only limited to rice wrap.

" This is for your husband San. " Fatma relented, and gave fifty thousand to Sandra. He knew that Dadang showed a face that seemed to say 'where the money I gave ' towards Sandra. And Fatma could guess if the money was gone. Remember Sandra does like snacks and eating.

Sandra waltzed off to a food stall that had just opened a month ago, in front of a crossroad just before Dadang's house was.

Fatma looked at Sandra's departure by shaking her head inexplicably, she did not find the slightest resemblance of the niece to her late brother. Although the logic is sometimes dubious, but the Heart is not even in line.

" Dang's. Sorry Sandra. Sorry for slapping you. .!!"

Dadang looked at Fatma,

" Maybe God told me to be more patient, Ma'am..

If just being as good as Siti wasn't enough for me, maybe a figure like Sandra made me to stay a lot grateful !!"

Fatma looked at Dadang not understanding, why even this kind of answer she heard..

Is Dadang desperate now ? why does Fatma feel if Sandra seems to be the last choice for Dadang. as a place to complain all complaints, or for what ?

" Dang, you better sleep at home first. Tomorrow this house is cleaned first so that it is more comfortable for you to live in. .

But, is it true that you have been expelled by your Father Dang ?

Does this concern your actions on Sandra earlier..!!"

" I don't know Ma'am. I don't know, either, which I've obviously disappointed them,."

Sandra came home with a carefree humming, with no sense of sin at all. Dadang looked at his wife with a look of wonder, could - could the pregnant woman move as agile and nimble as now ? Is his mother right if the morning sickness that Sandra complained about is a mere joke..!!

" This is bang, the rice is using rendang, it's been a long time ago I crave to eat this.."

Sandra said spoiled, But instead looked at Fatma with a look of wonder

" Don't you yesterday buy also San. use all ojek services for nganterin ?"

Sandra glanced at Dadang, thank goodness her husband was now eating the rice he had bought. Also, if Dadang heard what the aunt said. Maybe he was not given any more pocket money by Dadang..

***

Meanwhile, Siti is now very enjoying her hobby of hammering, especially soon, the fruits of her hard work will be picked up.

One of his novels is now exploding on a writing platform .Many publishers even asked him to join. It looks like we are really on a cloud. All the sadness he felt first, now turned into gratitude for him because he could write about the tragic story of his household. Not to spread disgrace, but to try to teach lessons about things that should not be left in terms of marriage.

Today Siti accidentally took a shower before dawn, She had Fian drive her to the nearest bank office. Want to see the Balance that has been collected so far.

Siti never again use her ATM card because it may be left in the house owned by her children.

So he just used a savings book, to take the money, and,

" Ti, you got another kid call ?"

" Not bud, why ?" Siti glanced at the bude as her hand flipped over the fried chicken that was now inside the frying pan.

" I think Dio really misses him, same father ? He now daydreams, though still a child, inexplicably Bude feels that Dio holds a deep grudge against Dadang, the father ."

hearing that, Siti pondered, Dio is not as chatty as usual in the last weeks.

" What do you think ? Do I have to go there, to bring them to the Father ?"

Bude is approaching Siti

"Are you okay, if you go there Ti ? You're not traumatized ?"

" No bude, besides bang Dadang is also married, so what should Siti be afraid of !!"

Siti had indeed said about her ex-husband to the Bude. Although initially disbelieving, but after seeing the message sent by Salsa, now Dewi finally convinced if it is the truth.if the former daughter-in-law, now has been undergoing a housewife with other women.

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" How about if you take Fian there Ti, let's not go there !!"

" What's okay bude, then even ngerepotin Fian again.."

Siti spoke slowly, although her relationship with Fian is now getting closer, but she still hesitates to be too familiar, afraid if Fian is wrong, and feels given false hope. Because honestly Siti has not been able to open her heart to men.

hearing Siti's words, made bude think

" Today, so are you going to the bank ?

Later let bude aja who talked about this to Fian, pity the children if they hold longs too long "

Siti nodded resignedly and continued cooking, on the next menu.

He was grateful to no longer live a life full of drama now.

Although he must be singleparent for his three children. Especially now that he is getting closer to success. Even though it will only be the author behind a pen name..!!!