A Ghost To Mak

Fitr

Laila stared blankly at the screen of her laptop, repeatedly wiping the tears that came down her cheeks. Just a few days of living in Paul's house has made him miss Abi. He misses home. Laila wants to go home.

"Laila why? How crying?" Suddenly Paul was standing behind Laila. She quickly wiped her tears with her arms. His head looked up and looked at Paul's face.

"Laila's okay, Bang." Laila stood up and hugged Paul's body. The man understood what his wife was thinking, the last two days his smile was forced, there was also a gurgle of sadness on the look on his face.The new happiness they felt for a while, suddenly gone out of nowhere.

"Laila misses Abi?" ask Paul.

Laila was silent, her face was getting drowned in Paul's chest, Laila's cries broke and tears soaked Paul's cocoa shirt. Paul gently rubbed his wife's back, for a while, he let Laila spill all the feelings that were raging there.

"Laila's a crybaby, Bang?" Laila lifted her face and looked at Paul. The man wiped away the tears on Laila's cheek. For a moment the two stared at each other.

Paul shook his head, again grabbed Laila's head and hugged her tightly. Paul felt how longed he would be if he was away from his parents. Even he was always possessed by longing when he was at the tavern and Laila at home.

"Laila's leave is up. I have to go in."Laila broke out of Paul's arms, then sat down on the side of the bed. The glasses guy sat next to his wife.

"Then?"

"Laila's helping brother, it's okay, right?" ask Laila.

"As long as it doesn't make Laila neglect her duties as a wife, brother allow it. If Laila is capable, please." Paul kissed Laila on the forehead.

"Thank you, Bang." Laila kissed Paul's cheek. He is grateful to have a husband who is so understanding also understand his heart.

After turning off the laptop, Laila changed her dress to a nightgown, then laid her body on the mattress. Paul slept next to him, sleeping on his back so that Laila could easily hug him.

"Badan Laila is different? A fever?" Paul touched his wife's neck too, it was warm there. Laila shook her head weakly, her hands getting tighter and closer to Paul's body. The man loosened his arms, was about to get up but was prevented by Laila.

"Where are you going?" laila asked with her hands still hugging tightly.

"Abang wants to take medicine. Just a minute, yeah." Slowly Paul loosened Laila's embrace and rushed into the kitchen taking medicine as well as warm water.

Laila sat with her back propped up with a pillow, Paul lovingly gave her medicine, after which he laid Laila on the bed. Paul placed the glass on the small table, then laid his body beside Laila. The woman shifted her body, and placed her head on Paul's arm.

"It's the most comfortable pillow Laila's got." Laila smiled, then buried her face into Paul's armpit.

"Hey .. You didn't take a shower."

"Biarin .. scented really." Laila further rubbed her face there, making Paul wriggle amusedly.

"Abang tumben do not change the sarong if you want to sleep?"

"Why?"

"It's okay, anyway."

"Kan Laila wants a gloating brother!" paul shouted in a challenging tone.

"Can!" laila replied no less challenging.

"But no longer wear knee-length pants, loh."

"It's okay. Why why?" Laila squinted her eyes one side, making Paul even more anxious. The man pinched his wife's nose.

"Here go in the sarong Brother!" Paul pressed the light switch on the nightstand near his head, the room was dark. But love stories are made of beautiful light.

**

Laila prepared breakfast, not forgetting provisions for her beloved husband. A glass of black coffee was available at the table, this morning Paul who was wearing the man's black t-shirt looked cool as well as charming.

"Oh yeah. Today his rich brother came home tonight. There's a lot of work in the store. There's also some freight out of town."

"Yes, Bang."

Mak Nur voraciously eats Laila cuisine, although Laila comes from the land of Java, luckily her cuisine can be easily accepted by Paul and his Mak.

"Yes, Mommy. Laila come with Mak to the fields, yeah. Some files for the school are done, saturated at home continues."

"Don't! Mak himself. Laila's tired of coming to the fields."

Laila drives Paul to the garage, after kissing Laila's forehead, Paul leaves. While Mak Nur has already gone to the field.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

Laila who was folding clothes in the middle room stopped her activity, and walked towards the source of the sound.

"Getishalight." The door opened, before him stood a woman with a face as beautiful as an angel, "sorry, find who, huh?"

"Hummm ... Mak Nur, is there?" ask the woman. His eyes looked at Laila from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

"Sorry, Mom's back in the field. What's needed, huh? I'll tell you later."

"You're Bang Paul's wife?" he asked in a tone of dislike.the woman looked at Laila from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

"really. Excuse me. Please sit down, Mba." Laila invited her guests to sit on the porch chair, with a cynical look the woman threw away her face and sat down.

"I can't go long. I brought this to Mak Nur. Please say, yes." The woman handed him the blue package and put it on the table. Then stand up leaving the terrace.

"Sorry, Mba's name, who?"

"I ... Fitri!" The woman left Laila standing on the porch. Looking at Fitri's gift package, Laila's mind was filled with many questions. Who is that woman, also why is it so troublesome to give a package for her in-laws.

Laila cradled a flat object in her hand, wanting to call Paul and ask about Fitri. But repeatedly he pressed the green button, immediately Laila pushed back the red button. He was afraid that calling Paul would interfere with his work.

The phone placed it back on the table, continued to fold the clothes and store them in the closet. His heart is still not calm. Various negative thoughts lodged in Laila's brain. Is that woman Bang Paul's ex-girlfriend, or maybe not ....

Laila hit him on the head, trying to shake off bad thoughts about her husband. However, you should not think negatively. Soon Laila took the water of ablution and the Dhuha prayer, trying to find tranquility through prayer.

By noon, Laila headed for the kitchen. Try to calm his mind by cooking for lunch. From inside the room, his phone rang. Gegas Laila grabbed his phone and saw who was calling. The name 'Abang darling over there.

Conversation as usual. Paul did always call after the Zuhur prayer, making sure his wife did not stay in prayer, and reminded to eat. Laila refrained from asking about the woman named Fitri who had come to the house. Let's ask when Paul gets home.

**

Mak Nur came home from the field early, after cleaning up and changing into clothes the middle-aged woman was sitting in the kitchen enjoying a cup of warm sweet tea made by Laila.

"Yes, Mommy. Someone sent a package to Mak." Laila handed over Fitri's gift package.

"From Fitri, huh?" ask Mak. As if you can guess who the giver of the package is. Mak Nur's face looks cramped when looking at the contents. And it made Laila's heart ache a little.

Laila did not say much, after preparing tea and a little snack for the in-laws, she passed by leaving the Mak alone. Laila pressed her left chest, there was a slight sense that made her want to cry. Especially when looking at Mak Nur's happy facial expression when opening Fitri's gift.

"He's who, heck!" rutuk Laila was upset. He banged on the side of the bed, squeezing it until the bedsheet was tangled. Laila herself felt strange, why should she be upset when she saw the Mak happy. Why should you be suspicious of Fitri. Is he jealous of that woman?"

**

Eleven o'clock in the evening Paul gets home. Laila opened the door and immediately locked it back. Without kissing the back of Paul's hand as usual, Laila left the man alone in the living room and went inside the room.

"Laila, why?" Paul put down his bag and sat down beside Laila. The woman was silent, her face staring down at the floor. Paul cupped Laila's face with both hands, unwillingly Laila looked at Paul.

"New fly home from work. Don't give brother a frown. My brother doesn't like it!"

Laila touched Paul's hand that was stuck to his cheek, grasping it tightly.

"Laila wants to ask, you answer honestly, yes."

"Ask what?" Paul removed his hand from Laila's face, then opened the shirt and threw it on the back of the chair, bare-chested, then leaned back.

"Dant. Laila made some coffee for you, yeah." Laila stood about to leave the room, but stopped when Paul's hand prevented her.

"No more coffee. Go straight to sleep, yeah." Paul broke his body, closed his eyes. Laila opens the closet, gets Paul a t-shirt. The man refused. Before long Paul was already soundly asleep, snoring escaped from his thin lips. Laila took off the glasses that were still stuck to her face, and put them on the nightstand. Her hand rubbed her husband's hair slowly, the handsome face looked tired, she could not bear to ask that now.

Laila looked at the sleeping Paul. His beautiful face will surely make anyone fall in love with those who look at him. There was little doubt in Laila's heart, if Paul had never been close to anyone at all. Handsome face with a perfect nose, who the hell will refuse. Diligent worship and good to anyone.

The woman shifted her body, putting her head on Paul's arm. Responding, the man changed his sleeping position to tilt. Warm, and comfortable.

"Sorry, Laila. Brother really cape," said Paul. The man tightly hugged Laila's body, and vice versa. The smell of Paul's body gave her a sense of comfort, and it made Laila even more reluctant to stay away.