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Pov Aisyah's.

Papa and Mama finally chose to go home.While Mbok Sariyah Mama assigned to live in the apartment with me. I actually kind of minded it, but, Mama and Bang Ale are also pushy.

This morning I was somehow too lazy to get out of my bed. That thick blanket still coiled spoiled in my body. I faintly heard the splashing sound of water flowing from inside the bathroom. When I was touched, there was no one beside me.

"Tumben weekend has taken a shower, Brother at work today?" I asked to peek from under my blanket.I could not and more inclined to weak faith if I saw his half-open body. Not to mention the water droplets that still flow in his body that increasingly add to his sex impression only.

Bang Ale smiled before putting on his white T-shirt.Slowly he walked over towards me.

"Why get on the bed anyway Bang! Put on the shirt first. Pornoaksi," I protested by pulling the blanket so that it covered my entire face.

"Where is the same porno wife Ai. Your words are redundant. You miss it, right?" he said by removing the blanket.

"No! Every day I meet kangen. Beaah!" I strongly reject his accusation. Although actually the feeling of longing does exist. But shame dominates more than prestige.

"The one in the other kangenin Ai. You know yeah. I don't have to be shy like that, honestly, you will be very happy to hear it,"

"Abang perverted ih. Inget! My life is still long. Later, Brother who can not stand it," I said reminded.

Bang Ale slowly got off his bed. He immediately put on his work suit. It's true that he's going to the office today.

"Ang really went today?" ask me to make sure and want to know where he's going? Go to the office or have a meeting with a client outside of his workday.

"There's a meeting with a dear client. Do'ain Abang successfully convinced them to use the services of our company. Okay?" he said it by peeping my long forehead.

"Good at home. If bosen, can ask Mbok Sariyah to accompany you around the city park,"

"My husband is Abang or Mbok Sariyah anyway? The feeling of everywhere he always felt. I just tried to refuse my mother's advice. Surely Brother will not be as light as left alone I continue to be like gini," said I was upset. He said he would always be there for me. But, in fact. A loud crap sounds, the jumping crap has nothing to it. Hoax, ngota, ngawe!

Bang Ale without letting out a slow sigh. He sat down next to me.

"The appointment next week will be free. Your time and your self are entirely yours. Don't sulk dong," he said, kissing my cheek for long.

"The gate is always. Don't see the condition of playing nyosor like soang aja!" I said annoyed by wiping my cheeks repeatedly.

"Why should it be cleaned? Is this brother unclean, right?"

"Parfume Abang is not good to kiss. Make me want to vomit," I said and immediately ran to the bathroom. I didn't get anything out there. Only my throat was hot and painful.

"You why Ai? The stomach acid's rising? Or the wind? Really because of the scent of Brother's parfume?" he asked me a lot.Bang Ale caught up with me who never came out of the bathroom.

I'm shaking.

"What if you live?" said ensure.

"Not what Bang. But, promise to go home. Don't stop by anywhere,"

"Yes.Any promise,"

I sat in front of the lighted television. I don't know what they are telling me I'm not paying much attention to it.It feels like today time is running very slow. More sluggish than the way of the snail.

I was just about to turn off the television screen, when suddenly there was a news that I accidentally saw.

Even with my body shaking when I saw the news of a tragic accident, however, I don't know why I was so eager to see it. My wife's soul really can't control it anymore. Between was-was and more inclined to fear and worry anyway.

My hope is it's not my husband's Bang Ale car. But, why does my heart feel so numb like this. I remember, but what should I remember? While the police number of Bang Ale's vehicle is unknown to me.

"Mmd!" I finally decided to call his host Bang Ale. Maybe he remembered Bang Ale's car cop number.

Mbok Sariyah without coming by walking in a row approaching me.

"Slowly Mbok, will fall you know," I advised him that is always so if we call him.

"What's Non. Non Aisyah needs what?" ask her by sitting a little crouching next to me.

"Sit Mbok. Do not half squat like that, I am the same as Mbok Sariyah. No need to make a distance," said I who objected to his attitude that treats me like a princess only.

"We're different!" she refused and now sits away from me.

I'm tired of raising all my objections to this attitude. He still behaves like that to me.

"Mbok Sariyah has no police car number?" ask directly. Mbok Sariyah without focusing on seeing the news about the single accident on television.

"Mmd!" I said that made the activity of watching it immediately stopped.

"Non.Why can the car be the same, as have Young Master Ale?" ask her with a vibrating body and lips. I knew he had the same feeling as me. I am still trying to think positively. Cars like Bang Ale have a lot of not limited edition. Hope so.

"The police number is different Mbok," I said try to calm down even though I myself have started not calm now. When a body with the same stature as Bang Ale without it has been put in the ambulance. I couldn't see clearly, because there were so many people there.

My attention was turned to the male reporter who was without interviewing an eyewitness who saw the incident.

"I found this wallet scattered next to the victim,"

Degh's!

My body has been limp like a bone without marrow, for the sake of seeing the wallet that is really the same as my husband's is now plastered real on the television screen.

Without waiting for the next information, I immediately took the hand of Mbok Sariyah.

"Where are we going Non? Why not just wait for Young Master. Later I got angry Non, because it was presumptuous to bring Non Aisyah outside the apartment," he said objecting to stopping his footsteps that made me stop too.

"Abang Mbok," I said paused.Truly I want to blame my negative thoughts. But, why does all the evidence refer to Bang Ale? From the car and the same color I can still doubt. But, the wallet was really the same, the thing that further strengthened the bad thoughts that now seemed to be alternating across my eyes. Tearing away the tears I had been struggling with ever since I saw the news on television.

"Young man why Non?" asked by shaking my arm many times asking for answers immediately for things that I really do not want to hear especially until I have to feel.

"Abang mbok accident," I said with tears that finally escaped as well.

Why does God always test us with all kinds of sad stories? I just felt the beauty of living with the person I love so much and really love me. But, now what? Is all that not worth it to me? Is it too bad for me to spend longer and even forever enjoy this paradise-like life?

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