Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 12: The Search for Truth

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

Rey nodded, as the guest tried to appreciate the service of the friendly host. After sipping the tea, the cup is placed on the carpet. Then set his emotions to stay calm. Without diminishing respect, the man started a conversation.

"Sorry before, Mom. My arrival must have interrupted the morning that was supposed to be preparing breakfast for the family," Rey held her breath, between yes and no to continue what was in mind.

Mother Zulaikha's eyes were so intense. The middle-aged woman awaits what the continuation of the guest's intentions are. A young man came in the morning blind, even without any preparation. His memory is still very good. That young man must not have come home, let alone to clean himself up.

"Son!" Calling Mother Zulaikha made Rey look back at the woman's gaze so deeply, "What happened? Did my daughter do something."

Rey shook her head, "No, Mom. I wonder, is it true? If, the mother's daughter already has a future husband. Just after the prayer at the mosque, Mr. takmir said so."

Zulaikha's mother gasped at the young man's question in front of her. People around his house do know, if his daughter has asked. But that relationship ended a year ago. Since the princess felt unable to survive in a one-sided relationship.

As a mother. Do not want to force a relationship that is only shrouded in inner pressure. Whatever the decision of Asthma, of course it is well thought out. The girl was already an adult, knowing which one was good and not for her future.

"Pak Takmir is right, but that was a year ago. Not anymore." Zulaikha's mother looked out, the courtyard of the house clearly plastered in front of her eyes. Her eyes were worried about the future of the princess. "Asma was indeed a quiet girl, and did not get along with many friends."

Slowly, but surely. Zulaikha's mother told the outline of her daughter, from the custom that will always be the togetherness between mother and child. Rey listened carefully. Occasionally come with a small smile, when you see the smile that adorns the face of his mother Asma.

A story that brings him into new emotions. He did not expect. Asthma cold attitude can be that warm, to always give simple happiness to the woman who has given birth to it. Unconsciously, his heart sank as if getting the attention he never imagined.

Not felt, almost twenty minutes. Zulaikha's mother recounted her small family life, until she heard a greeting from the door that made everything stop. Then answer the greetings. Asma returned home after a morning run.

"Ndu, there are guests. Temenin yes, I want to continue cooking." Pamit Mother who intends to rise, but Asthma holds the mother with her answer.

"I continue to cook, Mom." replied Asma without permission walking through the living room, a glance Rey glanced at him.

I don't know why that guy's still here. Is the explanation less clear, or less understandable? Never mind. It is better to finish the dishes that you have prepared in the kitchen. The girl's departure makes Rey clumsy. Apparently he had been visiting for too long, until he was not aware of the village girl.

"That's it, daughter. Who could stand a quiet girl like that? Hehe." Zulaikha's mother didn't want to bother about the usual thing, "Drink again, son. I stayed inside for a while to wake up. It's morning gini, still sleeping."

Rey was left alone, from the direction of the living room. The man could hear whatever was going on behind the curtains. Brief conversation of mother and child, then Ibu Zulaikha was heard waking her husband in Javanese. A simple house with an old design.

Somehow the life of Asthma all this time? Whether good or filled with the twists of life. Busy contemplation, while circulating his eyes until his eyes were fixed on a hand painting displayed on the east side wall. Painting of flowers with two butterflies. It is beautiful even though it only uses two colors red and green.

In the midst of daydreaming in solitude. Rey realized, why did she have to do all that? What benefit? Every question comes back to the heart and mind. Everything he did. For what?

"So, has anyone proposed to you now?" rey asked so carefully, Rashid's father shook his head weakly.

"Don't propose, just go out with a male friend. The boy doesn't like it. All day busy nulis, playing with the school that used to be. It can be counted once a year, even if again at home." Replied Rashid's father let out a long sigh, the heavy weight he felt continued to hang on both of his shoulders.

Rey closed her eyes, now she knew. Why did fate bring him to this house, but did not want to rush to decide the next step. After getting an explanation from Zulaikha's mother and Rashid's father. His heart realized, if Asthma just keep themselves to remain his own person.

A sunlight silhouette began to barge in through the window slit. Like a new ray of hope that will show the way of happiness. Rey doesn't want to interrupt Asthma's family time any more. The young man said goodbye, although it was forbidden and asked to wait for breakfast together. Keep it gently pushing.

His footsteps moved away from the Asthma house, the gaze of the eyes that no longer looked back. The absence of Asthma that let go of her. It's enough to explain, if the girl was serious with that request last night. I don't know what Bagas will think.

Tiredness that whack, can no longer be felt. Rey drives down the country road. Now the goal is to go back to the hotel to talk about everything with Bagas. Something was stirring his heart and mind. All because of one name, Asma the village girl.

Time passes so fast. Asthma's life has returned to normal over the past week. No one asked about his heart or his emotions. Engage with the same daily routine. Of course befriended many people in the world of chaos.

Like today, the girl was sitting while listening to music through headphones that always covered her ears. After writing two thousand words. Just upload a chapter of the novel in the work he made. An online novel application becomes a hobby.

From the application as well, Astma got friends that she has considered as a sister and so forth. Although in the real world is so indifferent, in fact it is very humble in the world. Ironic, but better.

"Finally, it's over. Can take a break, good coffee." He muttered, then went back inside the house to make his favorite coffee.

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Happy reading readers.

This time, the novel has a slow plot because othor wants to live each part 🤭

Don't forget your traces ya😍