Wife Sah Rasa Kebaban
Seeking you.

Ale came out of his house. He left all the facilities given by Papa.

"Van, for the next few days I won't be coming to the office, if you need an explanation, just come to the Father's room,"

"Sir Ale wants a vacation?" evan asked when Ale suddenly visited his house.

"I'm going to go for a time Van can't determine. Surely my father does not need me. You can work with him,"

Evan began to be able to connect between the brief introductions of his great master yesterday, then now his young master followed the retreat.

"I'm sorry sir" he said after Ale sat in his minimalist chair.

"Sorry, what for? This has nothing to do with your performance in Van's office, just an internal matter,"

"Actually yesterday morning the great sir asked me about Mr. Ale" said Evan, who finally admitted his mistake.

"About?"

"About Mr. Ale who often came home early, and did not return to the mansion," he replied bowed.

"Once again forgive me sir, there is no intention to betray your trust in me, I am forced," he said again when Ale did not respond to his apology.

"You were threatened with the same father, Van?"

Evan nodded in agreement to Ale.

"Maybe it's been my play Van, after all if you don't open your voice, you'll definitely know about this wedding, too,"

Evan was shocked half-living hearing the young master's confession before him this.

"Whose wedding sir?" he asked with a confused face.

"It was my wedding" Ale said, scowling the tip of his nose.

"Boy is married? When, who is it?" the question is getting curious.

"Kepo huh?" tease Ale who saw that before this assistant showed a face of fear.

Evan smiled shyly, however, also happily. At least Ale wasn't angry at him.

"Mother never told me the same thing," he said.

"Now I've told you."

"Where is Mr Ale going after this?" evan asked dejectedly when he had to part with this kind-hearted Young Master.

"I'll look for my wife Van, let me know if you see her at any time,"

ale said as he showed his wife's face on his phone screen.

"His name is Aisyah anidia" he added.

"Beautiful sir, pinter Mr. Ale looking for a life companion apparently yes," he joked with eyes that had begun to glaze over.

"Not to cry! If I'm successful, I'll take you along, too,"

"Where are you going sir?"

"To the feather, will you?" ale replied which made Evan laugh softly.

"Be careful sir! Don't forget me,"

Ale nodded before his body disappeared at the intersection.

After traveling almost three hours using land transportation. Ale arrived in a village that is still quite beautiful scenery.As far as the eye can see then the expanse of green rice fields will always spoil every eye that sees it.

Ale walked down the path. Occasionally he will cross paths with the villagers who will or return from his fields. Ale has not intended to ask the wife's home address. He still wants to enjoy the beautiful and peaceful atmosphere of the village.

After almost 30 minutes of walking, Ale decided to stop at a small cottage on the side of the trail.

By carrying a backpack on his back and also a fairly striking appearance typical of city men, Ale lays down his body by making the backpack as his headboard.

"Who is this brother? It doesn't seem like the villagers are here?" Ale immediately sat up when he heard a female voice greeting him.

"Eh, I'm sorry, I'm a newcomer to this village" he said, glancing at the young girl who was smiling at him.

"Who are you looking for whose house you are? Maybe I can help deliver it" he said, offering help.

Ale seemed to think for a long time.

"Am I saying yes, that I am Ayesha's husband. But what if they don't believe me, I don't have any evidence?"the balance in the heart.

After the girl left, Ale wasted his rough breathing.

"Huh! After this who else should I lie to," he lamented before finally returning to walk.

"If according to the address given by his friend earlier, it is indeed his home," Ale stood in front of a simple house that was still walled with a roof tile that had faded its color.

When in confusion. Ale saw a man with age perhaps a few years adrift with himself it looked out from inside his house.

"Who are you looking for?" ask with a friendly smile.

"Well, am I talking to my wife's father? In-law dong!" his monologue was inwardly with a smile stretched out on his lips.

"I'm looking for an address here, is it true sir?" finally Ale ventured to ask.

The man seemed to approach to look at the address shown by Ale in a piece of paper in his hand.

"True, this is our home address Mas, but whose Mas is it?" said the man with his eyes fixed on Ale who was now smiling clumsily before his in-laws.

Is that Al?

"I'm Aisyah's superior in Pak city, there is a survey from the office for this village. Coincidentally Aisyah is from here, so I can all stop by. Sorry to disturb the activities of the Father and family," he said politely before finally the in-laws invited him to enter his house.

Ale saw Aisyah's face plastered on the wall of her living room. His ayah ayu and jutek who now always make one taste in his heart becomes more flowery if you remember the shy smile plus his fierce face.

"That's Aisyah before deciding to migrate to the city of Pak,"

Ale smiled at the father-in-law who now changed the call to him to Sir.

"Ck, don't call me Mr. Dong, looks really old. I'm fine," protested his objection which was responded with a smile by Aisyah's father.

"No courtesy of the fall of Sir, uh Mas," the two laughed softly for the awkwardness that was still created.

"Al, make a warm drink for this Mas yes, kasian him far away from the city of Nak," the man asked when he saw his daughter who had just entered through the back door of his house.

"Well, yeah,"

"The call is the same again, Al.And his voice I've never heard, but where?" he said wondering in his heart.

Not long after the hot drink came. But the one carrying the tray containing the two glasses of warm tea did not seem to be the same girl who answered his father's orders earlier.

"Where is Alyanya?" asked the man watching his youngest child who kept his face down.

"There is in the garden behind Yah," he replied slowly and then stepped back with his face still down.

"His youngest sister is Aisyah Mas" he told Ale.

"Ayesha's sister how many sir?" Ale started to find out about his wife's family.

"There are two Mas, one just entered College, and this one just entered high school," he replied without suspicion there once.

"Oo," Ale nodded slowly then sipped his warm tea slowly.

Ale intended to find lodging near the residents' settlement in this village, but unfortunately the inn was quite a distance from the village. Ale is allowed to stay at Aisyah's parents' house.

Duh Al, want to nginep in the house of in-laws must be permission to the head of the neighborhood first yes.

Ale will go into the room that was prepared by Inayah earlier. However, the same voice when greeting him in the small cottage had again sounded in his ears.

"Sister?" Ale immediately turned his head to make sure that his sense of hearing was still functioning normally.

"Eh," said Ale a little stiff, because the young girl looked furious when she found out she was in this house.

"That kid in the cabin that afternoon?" ask her with a fairly loud voice that makes Dad and his mother rush to them both.

"What's Al?" the father asked in astonishment as his daughter stood in front of Ale.

"Alya met this brother at the cottage this afternoon Well, why not say if you want to go to Alya Kak's house," he said sumringah once.

"Duh Ai, your sister why is hyper active like this, inversely proportional to you," he said inwardly by continuing to spread his clumsy smile.

"God, go to your room, son! Let this Mas rest, kasian he's been through a quite tiring journey,"

Ale just silently looked at this simple family interaction. There is undeniable decisiveness in the father's gentle speech to his daughter.

"Well, well" he said passed away with a slightly disappointed feeling that Ale could still read through his footsteps.

Ale went into Aisyah's room.

"You where Ai is, look at me in your room right now" he said, then tilted his body to hug his little wife's scented roll.