Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 30: Grave Night Tomb

When the world has no time to question the flow of life. Relationships will always be related to each other. No matter the status of the relationship itself. All rights and duties belong to one another. That is what is called the line of life.

"Assalamu'alaikum ...," Rey ended her congregational prayers, then continued with a solemn do'a for a few minutes.

When the prayer was over, he saw the helping hand of Asthma who always kissed his palm after performing the prayer. "Come here!"

Asma was allowed to do the right as a wife, while she chose to cupper the face of the wife. Then, close your eyes for a moment with a prayer for the happiness, safety and goodness of the wife. Then blew the woman's crown three times.

This is not a ritual that is required. However, Rey hopes with the many prayers that he offers. Their relationship is relatively short without the process of deeper recognition, will get Divine Ridho. As a responsible husband and learn to fulfill all obligations without exception.

Peace feels like having a husband who can protect, even without hesitation and shame. Rey wants to serve the needs of a wife without thinking twice. The time spent by both is short. But in reality they are getting closer to the distance that continues to erode.

"Mas, can you have a minute?" ask Asma after returning the mukena into the closet, the girl felt bad. When she had to involve her husband in a problem she made accidentally.

Rey smiled. He patted the side of the empty bed to his right, "Come here! We can talk while we sit."

Calm attitude with a charming smile. It feels really fun. The burden on the heart feels lighter. Although it remained a dilemma of the problem that was currently fighting in his mind. Relationships are simple, but can be complicated. If not straightened immediately.

The two sit side by side. Asthma is staring at the balcony, and Rey is silent waiting for a greeting from his wife. As usual, there was only calm before the storm came. Every time the girl is serious. It will definitely end up enjoying the heartache.

"I don't know where to start. Besides talking to the problem." The girl let out a heavy sigh with the look of an eye without the twinkle of happiness. "Mas, our marriage situation can be said to be unique and unplanned. It's just, I made a promise to my sister ....,"

Not yet done explaining. The sound of knocking on the door stopped Asthma from continuing to tell her the dilemma of her heart. Who else if not Bagas who came not full time. Moreover, the man came to say dinner was ready and wanted everyone to gather to enjoy dinner together.

"We'll eat first." Rey takes off her cocoa shirt, leaves the singlet, then grabs the casual t-shirt that has been prepared. "Asma, your problem is my problem too. So relax, we'll finish it together. Come on!"

What is someone's power? When in a relationship still learn to adjust to each other. Not just trying to hold back, but everything must be taken into account before stepping in. It will always be like that, until someday. No more words.

Both left the room. The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs distracts everyone who has gathered in the dining room. It seems Bagas has made an announcement on the presence of the young mistress. Look on the left side of the table into a row of servants who are still neatly wearing navy blue uniforms with black vests.

Polite uniform for both men and women. It seems Rey doesn't like to see a waitress wearing clothes that lack materials. The effect is very sweet. This is just an assessment of an Asthma who enters a new environment without science.

"Sit down, My wife." Rey pulled the seat to the right side of the dining table, allowing the wife to occupy the position she should. "Nando, all done?"

Glance Rey's eyes as soon as get a nod of the head from her best friend. The eye code that the two friends did, made Astma speechless. It would be more convenient to be an observer, without having to comment. Predictable situations, without having to ask questions.

Haven't yet. The eye gaze of one of the servants who kept on trying to make himself uncomfortable. Is there something wrong with him? Or is all this just because of the status she has by being the host's wife? The question that disturbed him. Who will give you an answer?

"Mas, what is all this?" Asthma asked after more than a few minutes of silence, after all they wanted to eat. Not war. "Alright, I better get back to the room."

I think all is enough. Asthma gets out of place, then pushes the chair so that it can get out of the tightness that corners the heart. But still not able to step. Rey held her hand, "Sit down, sorry. We ....,"

"No need to explain. Whatever you're hiding. Just keep it." Rey's hand off the arm, glaring eyes adrift. "A house as luxurious as anything, will not be a palace. If without love."

The insinuation that strikes. Not only Rey, but Bagas also felt guilty. Shouldn't be silent. Asthma knows nothing. Why go wrong. Don't want to get runyam. He walked over to his best friend's wife.

"Asma, sit down." The look on the face of the girl who looks so tired with the look of her sad eyes, notah what will be thought by Astma. However, he did not want the girl to have any problems. I agreed to marry Rey.

Now, whatever the situation. He himself took part to take responsibility for the happiness and safety of Asthma. There is no rebuttal to that obligation, "Actually, we don't know how to greet you. More or less, we become a dilemma. Sorry." which."

What's? Is the man in this house so stiff? I don't know how to welcome new people. Did ya? Then, how all this time do meetings with clients. Do they hire WO services? Not out of thought with tension that turns out the reason is not fundamental. Funeral flavored Dinner.

"Hmmm. Sit in your place!" Asma's decree was firm, making Bagas resigned. Not because he could not refuse, but the man was truly sorry. "Mas, you too."

Tension caused by trivial things. Finally thawed with one young mistress command. The girl wordlessly served a meal to the two men that turned out to resemble a South polar statue. It's just a wonder, outside the house. Does not show a cold side that can freeze.

The atmosphere began to warm up with praise deliberately thrown Asthma in order to spend his dinner. Honestly, if you do not remember the responsibility as a wife. I definitely chose my own dinner.

"So, may I know. What's your name?" ask Asma after letting go of her thirst sipping a glass of fresh water, then circulating her gaze staring at the servants one by one.

"I'm Yanto, front gate guard, ma'am." replied a man with a mustache with a distended stomach.

Enthusiasm can be called passion. Not everyone will be quick to give a response, when someone gives a question. However, Mr. Yanto still looks peaceful despite the tensions presented during dinner. Salutes.

"Call names, sir. My father is not far from my father's age. So you can call ....,"

"Miss Asthma."