Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 11: Rey overslept, The Morning of Truth

"What's your question?" Asma turned her head to look at the man next to her, Rey distracting her.

The man returned the gaze of Astma. He tried to drown himself in the coldness of the feeling that enveloped the girl's life, "What's your excuse, asking us to stay away from your life."

There was a smile on the girl's face. A smile that brings tiny dimples. Although not beautiful like the girl he often met in the city, but Rey realized. Staring at the sweet face of the owner of the eyes narrow with thin eyebrows curved, chin slightly taper. It doesn't seem boring.

His mind began to wander. Where has that smile been all this time? Why is it tonight, he saw it. Although it was only for a moment, it was like it was imprinted in the recesses of his heart. Unknowingly, his lips smiled.

"My life is about my mother. Not love, and taste. My reason is only one, keep my heart for my future husband. He who came to my mother, asked me to be a wife. That truth and falsehood, as thin as an onion's skin. Now, I hope you understand everything."

Rey digested every word Asthma described. But he still does not understand. Why is the girl being so hard on herself. Though still young, if dating certainly no problem. Aye, right? As if understanding the thoughts of the man next to him. Asthma turned her head back, staring at her house blankly.

"Mr Reyhan, everyone's life must have its own set of obstacles. I'm not young anymore, my past isn't good. What is the point of giving hope to a extinguished light? Just explain it to Ka Bagas. Find the right woman with a good life. Good night, Assalamu'alaikum."

Without waiting for an answer. Open the car door. Asthma walks away leaving Rey alone. The man who is now trying to reflect and understand everything. What does all that mean? Why does it sound like a subtle expulsion. Suddenly his phone rang, suddenly breaking the daydream.

Phone call from Bagas. Once sliding the phone screen, the call is connected. "Assalamu'alaikum, yes say. What's up, Nando?"

Rey closed her eyes listening to the lecture at length from across. How can Bagas know all the conversations in the car. Did the kid put the wiretap? If yes, outrageous, but what can be said? Like anything Bagas, he's still his best friend.

"What do you want? Forcing women who are even reluctant to see our faces." Rey does not want to complicate the situation that is not conducive, Asthma is right. Bagas put too much emphasis, it was only fitting that the girl felt depressed. "Wait for me in the lobby. We're going back to Jakarta, tonight."

Call terminated. Rey puts her phone back where it was, then looks for the device Bagas used to hear everything that was going on in the car. After checking the entire corner, he finally found a clip that was indeed a bugging tool.

Bagas is not reckless, but intent. Everything is planned. This trip, the meeting and the whole series that happened. Did he say anything strange about her? Momentarily trying to recall a conversation message between Asma and Bagas.

Rey breathed a heavy sigh, then leaned her body back. It felt like the head was turning, because for the first time. He was caught in a complicated problem. The more thought, the more it sinks into the deep abyss. Unknowingly, a whack of fatigue, made the man slowly fall asleep.

The sound of crowing chickens sounded so loud that Rey woke up. The man spread out both hands, "Astaghfirullah, apparently I fell asleep in the car. Jesus, what about Bagas?"

Guilt gnawed at his heart. Rey starts the car engine, then prepares to step on the gas pedal. But stop, when he saw Asthma coming out of his house. The girl was already dressed in sports with headphones covering both ears. Jacket hoods are fitted before a small run down the trail.

"Sports this early, it's even five less. I didn't expect, a cold girl like her to lead a healthy life as well." Rey muttered to herself. "It looks like you can still pray, so it's better to go to mushola first."

Luckily there is a takmir mushola that explains where the ablution, so that the man can pray with solemnity. After finishing the do'a, Rey sat down for a moment to reflect on everything that had happened between her, Bagas, and Asma. What kind of bond do they have?

He did not know, until Mr. Takmir approached him for just a pleasant conversation asking origin and small talk as a fellow man. However, when saying as a friend of Asthma that is only to visit for the sake of friendship.

Mr Takmir looked at Rey so seriously, "So, this Mas, the future Mba Asma? Loh, instead of his son-in-law Mr. Rashid it's this town guy too, yeah."

"I'm sorry, you mean what, huh?" tanya Rey refrained from overreacting.

Well, he thinks. Asma refused Bagas' request because he did not want to date or the like, but why did takmir say the girl had a candidate. So, which truth can be trusted? Did Asthma say, or the man sitting next to her?

Mr. Takmir turned his head towards the hedges that blocked the eye view. If there is no fence, surely the house of Asma is visible from Mushola. "Two years ago, a group of men came to propose. It's a small village, so all the neighbors know. I thought, Mas is the candidate of his son Mr. Rashid."

The truth is shocking, but why does it feel so stifling? What's wrong with that? Asthma has its own candidate, then why does the feeling of not accepting present seep into his heart. The vajarkah? No. gabe.

The man had only heard half the truth from the father of Takmir, while the other half the truth. Only Astma knew, even the girl's family didn't fully know. Rey said goodbye and did not forget to give alms before leaving the mosque.

The first step was to go back to the car, but his heart carried him to the Asthma house. A simple house that always attracts his attention. Without a doubt, his hand was raised knocking on the weathered wooden door, it should even have been replaced with a new one.

"Assalamu'alaikum," Rey's greeting rang out to the kitchen, causing Zulaikha's mother to stop her activities.

The middle-aged woman who still looked ageless walked in, "Waalaikumsalam, wait a minute."

When the door opened, there was a young man standing in front with a stern look. A smile greeted him, but it was that face, wasn't it who took Asma out of the way last night?

"Come in, kid. Don't stand in front of pamali's door." Zulaikha's mother invited her guests to be so friendly, making Rey feel unwell.

How not, it's only half six in the morning over ten minutes. Definitely not a good time to visit people's homes, but with confidence. He knocked on the door of the house which was believed to give his heart some tranquility.

Zulaikha's mother went inside, probably making a drink for her. While waiting, Rey chose to send a message to Bagas. Explain what he is currently doing with a short message. Apologizing for not coming to the hotel last night.

"Son, sorry for the hot tea. It just so happens that the water is cooking." Zulaikha's mother put on a look, then lifted up a cup of tea that reflected white smoke. Then, thrust it into Rey, "Please taste it, while it's still warm."