A Different Heaven

Maduku

This afternoon, Rena brought a package of bread that she brought after from the store. It was enough to just walk that he had already arrived at the door of someone's house. White painted second floor house with type 90. Today he intends to visit Celin's house to mamma as a new neighbor because his honey has just moved house next door. Trying to get rid of jealousy, Renata stepped towards the house that was still the original building of the housing.

“Bu Rena, would like to meet Ms. Celin,” asked the aged woman who was sweeping the home page. The woman is one of the senior housekeepers at her home who now gets the task of helping out at Celin's house.

“Ya Mbak Marni, Celin is there?”

“There's Mom, Dad's also inside,”he replied.

It turns out that Mas Angga went to see Celin first.

Rena still remembers that today it is not Celin's turn to spend the night with her husband. Here's the situation now, the husband who used to just go home to her. Now she must be able to accept the time her husband must be divided arbitrarily with other women.

Rena was suddenly lethargic, but now she was trying to throw away these misgivings. Long – long time he will be able to get used to the circumstances.

“Live in aja Bu,” said Mbak marni.

Rena went straight into the house through the open door of the living room. Not yet he stepped from the living room, he must be presented with a view of the romance of the kitchen that is visible from the living room. For the first time Rena saw her husband making out with another woman. Angga's hand is coiled under Celine who looks like she's cooking. Really why it feels still not willing the hand that used to hug him, now he must share also with other women.

Come on Ren, she's also your husband's wife. They are also married couples of course such things are common. They do everything, wherever and whenever.

“Mas Angga has been amused,” the voice of Celin that makes Rena's heart stiff again shrivel.

While her husband still kissed the young woman's open shoulder. Rena could only pray that her heart would be fine if it were to join them.

According to Rena, Her husband and Celin are quite familiar for married couples who are new to know and marry because of forced marriage. It was because of Celin who was young and beautiful. Never mind, does not her own husband say that a person's beauty is from his heart, faith and employees. Rena has to accept the consequences of her desperation if she wants to stay sane.

With his heart still numb from jealousy that never went from his heart, trying to draw a smile closer to the new husband and wife.

“Assalamualaikum,” greeting Rena who instantly makes Angga reflex to release the winding of his hand from his wife's stomach.

"Wa'alaikumusalam,” both.

“Mas, it turns out Mas here first,” scolds Rena on her husband who looks wrong.

“Ya De, Mas just stopped by for a while to see the state of this house. Adek why didn't tell me to come here,” reply Angga.

“So Sister, so ngerepotin,” reply Celin felt awkward to Renata.

“Absolutely not, this is my new bread variant, red durian bread,” replied Rena trying to behave modestly.

“Definitely delicious bread Kak, Renga Bread made by Kak Rena is already famous throughout the country and kaltara,” praise Celin trying to get along with his elder brother.

“Alhamdulillah, by the way you are also cooking? Cook what?” Rena looked at the plate that had a pantry table in front of Celin.

“Oh my goodness, make potato croquettes that Mama Kak taught, Brother please try. Sorry brother, Celin is not polite let Brother stand in the kitchen.” Celin thrusts a croquet on a small plate.

“Casual aja,” Rena pierced with a fork oblong snack that looks good. “Hmmm, delicious, severe. I can sell it in the store. Try Mas,” Rena thrust the remaining bite into her husband's mouth.

The man who had just been silent had accepted a bribe from his wife. Angga looked at Rena with an out of sorts feeling!

“Nak right!” Angga just nodded in response to his wife.

It was not easy for Renata to praise the superiority of another woman in front of her husband. His mouth was still smiling but his heart was slashed.

O Allah, this is what it is to have honey,

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