Wife Sah Rasa Kebaban
Alone without a husband.

The best gift is what you have.Lack of complaining, lots of gratitude!.

If time became a secret even for the next seconds, then Aisyah would only need to wait and count forward. What will the story of this impromptu household become a story.Will there be more tears or tucked in jokes and laughter on the way? I don't know. In fact they are still as two people who feel they do not have attachment to each other.

Aisyah may have begun to feel the meaning of the present man beside her, she will feel more comfortable if she sees and hears the voice of her husband.But Ale? It seemed like the man had not felt any vibrations while with her.

The heart tries to set all the desires that it used to always desire. His two sisters must be able to live independently to reach the future to live much more and more.

The sweat and tears of both parents are the essence of love in the accompaniment of prayer. However, the eyes are clearly capable of spelling, how they struggle not only with the affectionate expressions of the Brahmin caste.

"While waiting for what he said was beautiful in time," he murmured while arranging all the freshly washed tableware.

There's nothing waiting for him tonight. The husband who usually goes home before the azan reverberate, in fact it was already farewell this morning.

Pov Aisyah's.

"When will I come home? It's been more than three months, brother," I breathed my tired when I read a short message sent by Inayah My youngest sister who will soon finish her first high school.

I as the first child and the oldest brother for him.Not to mention I finished typing the reply sentence, a message came back in. This time from Alya my first sister.

"Sister, tomorrow Alya starts going to college. Pray for Alya yes, may her senior brother be handsome and also kind,"contents a message from Alya that ends with his red cheek emoticons. My two sisters with different personalities.

Alya is beautiful and dimpled, she's a little coquettish. In contrast to Inayah, my youngest brother is sweet and more quiet. He spends more time with various organizational activities in his school.

"Not to be a mistake! Remember what your goal for college is!" reply me on Alya's short message.

"We are both girls. Later if Alya wants to confide, same sister Ais aja yes, yes I confide in her mother, Mother where ngerti.Mother and Dad married her without dating without love Sis."

I felt slapped when I read my first sister's message. I'm the big brother she adores, being a role model for her. Secretly become the wife of people. I'm the one who inherited the story of Father and Mother who married without love let alone dating. Will my household be as happy as Father and Mother with their three children?

I don't deny if my husband's CFO is very perfect physical form. I also never dreamed of being able to marry a man as perfect as him. A handsome?He is the true definition of handsome. I don't think I'm in love when I describe him.

His height was even higher than my door, his skin was yellow and made my eyes feel like I just wanted to use tape so as not to blink when I saw it. Thick eyebrows like ants lining up, nose bangir then red lips emm, like candy with fruit scent that reads love sentences on the packaging.Sweet and fragrant. And I could only look at him, even when his empire was asleep. If he wakes up I pretend I don't admire him.

Then me? I don't know what his assessment of me is. Later it will be to judge my attitude, because in reality everyone will see our physical first, then then spread on the inner beauty.

"Yes, my sister is always there for you" I said, which Alya never read, maybe she's asleep.

Tonight I can't close my eyes for a second. Scared, obviously I'm afraid. Alone in a multi-storey building, no matter how long I don't have time to count. It feels like I just want to run away if I don't remember the message from Mr. Ale.

I'm pacing around like a charcoal iron chicken stamp now. Sitting wrong, standing wrong, lying down especially, obviously more relaxed.

Mr. Ale, who promised to call me, I didn't hear his voice. Maybe he's having an event with his extended family. In the rich, drinking tea only make-up more than the bride who will change her old dress.

I was just about to lie down, my phone was ringing. Huge hope that it was a call from Mr. Ale. I breathed a sigh of disappointment when I saw the name of Amel my friend while working as a hotel room service at that time that appeared.

"Yes Mel" I said to him briefly.

"Yes Mel, sorry I didn't get to tell you. All of a sudden Mel," I said apologizing for reasons that were easily accepted by logic.

"So you live and work where Ai is now?" ask again.

"I'm still in Mel's old place, while this is a burden on the country first," I joked so as not to be too serious also our chat.

After the call ended, I threw the one-million-broken flat object into a billion on my husband's soft bed. Ah my husband, why does it feel like this, just a matter of days he became my husband, why does it feel like I don't want to be away from him. Ah how cheap my love falls if it's like that.

my phone rang again.Rather than disappointed, because reality does not fit the delusion, I just let the smart object flickering flickering flickering flirt flirt flirt on the screen.

My smile puffed up perfectly like margarine-covered cookie dough, upon seeing my husband's name appear there.

"Assalamualaikum sir" I said awkwardly, already like subordinates to his superiors only.

"Waalaikumussalam, haven't slept you, it's late at night, you know," he asked gently which made my heart like a marathon runner.

"No sir, I can't sleep" I replied honestly.

"Wait for me yes" he said. And I can hear the sound of his soft laughter that makes me suddenly hit by an asthma attack now. Shortness of breath for holding in shame.

"Father who promises," I said honestly because I couldn't help but admit it.

"Now I've called, what do you want to say?" the question that sounds like a string of pujangga that even makes my brain so wandering do not know the waste.

Just as I was about to speak, I suddenly heard a female voice calling out her name.

"Mas Ale."

"I closed for a while, yeah, it looks like Mama called," she said, ending our voice call that was just about to start.

I've been waiting for over an hour, in fact he hasn't called.

"The fate of the legitimate wife is like this, whether there are points," complained resignedly while hugging the soft roll belonging to Mr. Ale.

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