A Ghost To Mak

Be honest

Paul went to the store earlier than usual. After sipping Laila's coffee and grabbing his handmade provisions, the glasses man immediately gas. Alhamdulillah, since getting married Paul's store more crowded and turnover rose to five times. Maybe it's a wedding blessing.

Laila tried to act ordinary and cover up what was on her mind. Clearly, the presence of the woman really made Laila uneasy. Various questions constantly running through her head, also allegations of bad towards her husband always haunt her.

Last night because of Paul's condition that was really tired, making Laila could not bear to ask questions and let the man sleep well. By dawn after the prayer Paul was still busy with notes and recording sales. Laila lost the gap to ask.

By midnight the bespectacled man had just returned home. Laila tries to behave as usual, kissing the back of Paul's hand and preparing a cup of coffee for him.

"Yesterday, what would Laila want to ask her brother?" paul asked as he cleaned up and changed his clothes. Laila sat on the side of the bed, followed by Paul sitting next to her.

"It's okay, Bang. Laila had forgotten what she wanted," Laila lied. The man understood that his beloved woman was being troubled. But be willing to tell a story. Not wanting to force Laila, Paul asked her to sleep.

"Besok brother between Laila to school huh. I'm in the hall, right?" paul hugged his body. Laila tightened her embrace as Fitri's shadow was present in her eye patch. Laila shook her head, trying to shake off all the fears that had not been proven at all. She always trusted Paul, her husband.

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Laila took the spare key that Paul gave her, because he finished the teaching hours after Zuhur and could go home without waiting for Paul. Mak Nur has gone to the field first, he said today the harvest should be more early in the morning. Since the death of Paul's father, the middle-aged woman has hung her life from the fields. Luckily Paul is a child who wants to try hard to have his own business.

The distance from Paul's house to where Laila teaches is quite far, the location must pass through the store, so it must make Paul turn the direction. Half forced, Paul delivered to school on his first day of teaching after marriage.

"Be careful" said Laila. Kiss the back of Paul's hand after driving him to the school parking lot. The man with a sharp nose nodded and immediately turned towards the store.

Laila is happy to be able to meet her favorite students again, also undergoing her profession as a teacher who has been coveted so far. Fortunately Paul did not mind to continue teaching even though the man was actually able to provide enough income for him. But for Laila, being a teacher is not just money, but sharing her knowledge makes her happy.

'Assalamualaikum's.' Paul called at break time. The man asked how the school was on his first day. With a cheerful tone Laila told him, the man calmly heard the voice of his wife who sounded cheerful again.

Paul said he would be slow to return home, and he also apologized for not being able to pick up teaching. Laila understands the busyness of the husband, she can go home to teach using public transportation.

A red public transport stops in front of Laila, and soon the woman goes inside. After that, the red car drove through the solid road. The transport Laila was riding on was about to pass through Paul's tavern, Laila's fad turning her body towards her husband's tavern.

Paul's shop is on a fork in the road adjacent to a traffic light, will momentarily cross the street light show red, automatic vehicle Laila boarded stopped right in front of the store.

From a distance, a man wearing a bright red t-shirt was sitting in the front seat of the store where shoppers were waiting were chatting with a woman wearing a red hijab, same with the shirt the man wore in front of him. As Laila recalls, this morning Paul was wearing the same shirt, but for what he talked so fun with a woman. And both anyway.

Laila narrowed her eyes, trying to sharpen her vision. As a flash of idea flashed through her head, Laila grabbed the phone from inside her bag and pressed a call out.

It was clear the man who was busy chatting reached into his pants pocket and picked up a phone.

"Where is it? Did you eat?" Laila squeezed out her briefcase, trying to ask in a normal-attempted tone, though in her heart was burned with jealousy.

"Abang again with Ridwan. Scratch the goods to be sent in a moment."

Laila bit her lower lip, suppressing the pain in the chest as well as the tears that almost spilled, as powerful as Laila held all the pain.

"Don't forget to pray and eat. Laila's on the road. We'll be home soon."

Laila pressed the red button, disconnected the phone without saying hello. For what her husband lied, while clearly in front of Paul's eyes was busy chatting with Fitri. Without wasting a chance, Laila captured a beautiful and painful moment with a cell phone camera, sooner or later she wanted to know what the relationship was between them.

Laila threw her body into the bed, her mind crumbling, shattered. Tears can no longer be dammed since coming down from the transportation earlier, lucky swift tears that flow can be blocked by the mask he wore.

Laila looked at the ceiling of the room, her gaze blank. All that was imagined in his mind was the husband he loved was busy talking with other women who were not mahramnya. Why he told lies. I want him to feel angry. Soon Laila got up and changed her teaching clothes to a robe, then washed her face and hurried to cook for dinner.

Mak Nur entered from the back door when Laila finished cooking. He was washing the furniture he had used. The middle-aged woman looked at the slightly different face of the daughter-in-law.

"Laila why? It hurt?" mak Nur asked when he saw Laila's eyes that were slightly swollen.

"God ... Laila's okay, Mom." Laila threw away her face as the two looked at each other. Laila tidied the dishes she had washed onto the shelf, and then made a drink for the in-laws.

"Look, Mak. What's up?" Mak Nur blocked Laila's arm, inevitably Laila looked at the face of the Mak. The middle-aged woman looked at her daughter-in-law full of probing.

"It's okay, Mom. Really." Laila tried to smile, trying to cover up the bitter taste in her heart.

"You brother act, tell me, Mother." Mak Nur releases Laila's arm, then goes inside. Laila sat in the kitchen chair, trying to toughen up and her tears did not fall.

Laila reached for a prayer beads on the nightstand, trying to calm her heart with a dhikr. Lucky Mak Nur after finishing dinner immediately silent in the room as usual, otherwise Laila will not be able to accommodate the sense of turmoil that is in his chest, he said, and will definitely tell her in-laws.

The roar of Paul's motorbike rang out from outside, Laila glanced at the clock on the wall, at half-elevenpm. He put the bagbih in its original place and rushed to open the door.

The door opened, looking at Paul's tired face. Laila grabbed the back of her hand and kissed her ta'zim, the man cupped Laila's face and kissed her forehead.

"Laila's face looks tired. Was it cape?" ask Paul attentively. Laila did not answer, she passed and went to the kitchen to get a drink.

"Laila is not cape. You're more tired." Laila put on a cup of warm tea. Paul leaned his back on the chair, his eyes closed for a moment.

Laila sat down next to Paul, looking at the bespectacled man.

"Why did you see that rich brother? Is there anything Laila wants to say?" As if he could guess what the contents of his head were, Laila stood up and went inside the room, leaving Paul alone in the living room.

Laila squeezed the bedsheet until it was tangled, before long Paul went into the room. Laila was surprised to see her husband come in bare-chested, wet face.

"A-branch at home very late at night do not wear clothes. Later in the wind," said Laila with a little stammering. He got up to pick up the shirt in the closet. Paul quickly grabbed Laila's arm, and carried her body.

"Beautiful brother's wife. What was? If brother is wrong. Laila can immediately reprimand brother." Paul, who was not wearing glasses, looked straight at Laila's face, making him wrong.

Laila tried to revolt, escaping from Paul's arms. The man quickly laid Laila's body on the bed.

"Don't lie to your brother. What's up?" Paul locks Laila's body with both arms.

"Laila wants to ask, are you ready to tell the truth?"

The man nodded. Releasing Laila's body, she took something from her bag.

"Can you explain, what is your relationship with Fitri?"