A Ghost To Mak

Explanation

Laila loosened her embrace, her legs slowly walking backwards. Leaving Paul alone in the living room and into the room. Without a word the woman left the husband who looked exhausted after work without making him drink as usual.

The man sniffed the smell of his body, sure enough, the scent of perfume that Fitri had sprayed on his shirt made it look like he was wearing a woman's perfume.

That afternoon, instead of Fitri coming to the store asking for his help choosing the perfume that Paul sold, deliberately sprayed the perfume on clothes instead of sleeves. Want to prevent it too late, the scent of the perfume was thrust into his clothes and body.

Paul immediately approached the room. He felt guilty for not having time to explain, as well as the last question that Laila had wanted to ask.

Inside the room, Laila sat on a mattress hugging her knees. His eyes were empty, his tears streaming down his cheeks even without sounding sobbing. The pain in his chest was evident from the tears that kept coming down.

"Darling ...." Paul sat next to his wife. Laila's not budging. The man rubbed his face rough, confused how to explain everything and made Laila believe again. Laila kept crying.

"Tomorrow Laila would go back to Abi's house." Without looking. Laila's voice was still held up behind the tears that soaked her cheeks.

"Laila .. would you like to hear your explanation?" Paul tries to calm down.he wants to mend his relationship with Laila. There was pain from inside her chest when she saw Laila cry.

Laila didn't answer, and it could be interpreted as 'yes by Paul. The man got up, trying to find Laila's cell phone. He found the flat object in Laila's briefcase.

"Laila look ... This is what Laila used to want to ask?" Paul showed a picture of himself with Fitri the other day. Laila remained unmoved and leaned her head against the wall, she felt a heavy head. Paul put the phone on the bed, about to grab Laila's head and hug her.

"Don't touch Laila, Bang!" Laila stared intently at Paul who was about to approach with both hands outstretched.

Paul's intention was not done, he again explained the incident a few days ago. At that time he was seen sitting together with Fitri. That afternoon he was sitting, because he could only rest after sending goods, then came Fitri by offering to invite him to lunch together. Clearly refused.

"For God's sake, Laila. You have absolutely no intention of hiding anything." Paul touched Laila's hand, the woman did not turn her head toward the man who was looking at her with a face that was very tired after a day of work.

"Then, you can explain. Why wear a woman's perfume?" laila asked in a flat tone of voice.

"Siang. Fitri came to ask my brother to help him choose perfume. I thought he'd spray the perfume in his hand, even on my brother's shirt." Paul tried to convince the woman in front of him.

"Abang please. Laila believes the same brother, yes."Paul grabs Laila's arm, then clings her body into a hug. Laila quickly dodged, and pushed Paul's chest.

Laila thought of Mak Nur's words after the prayer, so that whatever happens not to leave Paul, and always believe in his only son.

"The scent of perfume on your body makes Laila uncomfortable!" laila shouts away from Paul's body.

Paul unbuttoned two of his shirts, threw the original shirt to the floor. Stay thin body Paul wrapped in a black tee shirt.

"Tonight, Laila will sleep alone." Laila got off the bed, about to get out of the room.

"Where is Laila going?" Paul's hand first touched the doorknob. Preventing Laila from going out of the room.

"It's not your business." Laila with her cold demeanor, her hands pushed Paul's chest.

"Don't stay, Brother!" Paul locked the door and took the key and put it in his pants pocket.

Laila quiet. He kept forcing me to open the door. But Paul's hand was too strong to hold the door. Slightly seductive, Paul puffed his touching chest into Laila's arm. The man could not stand if he had to linger cold war with his favorite woman.

"Bg ... Stinking brother!" Laila avoids Paul's body which constantly tries to get close. The man laughed. Leisurely Paul took off the t-shirt covering his body. The man was bare-chested already.

Paul grabbed Laila's perfume lying on the dresser, and sprayed it onto her body. The smell of Lily flowers filled the room.

Laila sat by the bed, watching her husband's funny behavior. The man was always good at melting the atmosphere, especially when his heart was heating up. Slowly Paul walked up to Laila and sat down next to her.

Paul grabbed Laila's hand, and touched her face.

"Remember dear Laila ... don't stay with brother, dear!" Paul drew his face closer and kissed his wife's forehead.

"I'm sorry if you're wrong and wrong. Reproof brother, yes," asked Paul with a glass. Laila nodded, with all her heart she believed in the man before her. For him, trust was the main thing, and Laila trusted Paul.

Paul holds Laila's body in his arms, his heart grateful that Laila still believes him. I also feel relieved to be honest about everything. Laila's smile and happiness were the main things.

"Oh, yeah. I have a gift for Laila." Paul loosened his embrace, and grabbed his briefcase. He took out a white box of bones and placed it on Laila's lap.

"This is what, Bang?" Laila looked at Paul in wonder. The man smiled and asked her to open up. The wedding anniversary is still a long time, nor is it his birthday. With mixed feelings Laila opened the box. His eyes widened when he saw the contents of the box.

"Car keys?" ask Laila. His eyes that were normal from crying earlier, now began to get wet again as he cried out in his heart. Paul looked at Laila inside.

"Alhamdulillah. It's sustenance. Actually, my brother used to come home late. Nyari sustenance more. And this love for Laila. Make our household." Paul clasped Laila's hand which touched the key of the car that was still in the box.

"Thank you, honey. It's been supporting my brother all along." Paul hugged Laila's body. Erat ... tighter. The man opened the hijab that was still attached to Laila's head, his long hair was beautiful. Laila was silent, looking at her man's face fixed, she could not believe that Paul's sacrifice was this big to make her happy.

"Brother wife, darling. Be empress in the throne of your heart. See you later." Paul grabbed the light switch on the nightstand. The main light went out. But the love in both hearts was burning.