About A Taste

The Dug Dig Dag

At first Wardah's heart was so happy to be refreshing religion with her husband. But now he was not as happy as he was earlier. How to be happy? If the husband even looks at the wife of the person?

"Mas, look what the hell?" Ask pleasantries.

"That's you! Many students turned out to be coming," he replied.

We were gathering at the meeting point before walking towards the Tebu Ireng boarding school. But I'm sure that her sneaky eyes are looking at Anisa. I pulled his chin towards me. The wind from which I could dare to do that.

"Don't look at Anisa Mas" I said. I took off my hand that was holding her chin.

"Isn't Wardah?" He answered and turned away from me.

During the trip I was always treated to the friendly scenery of Anisa and Mas Farhan. Because me and Mas Aibil are indeed walking behind them. Envied! Sure was! Aibil did not hold my hand at all. Seems like shit according to him.

After the pilgrimage I ventured to embrace his arm. He seemed shocked at first. But not resist. It may be a shame on people if they suddenly remove the embrace of their own wife.

"What do you want to buy?" Ask Aibil to me.

"Emm, no one wants it yet" I replied.

"If you want to buy something, by the way" he said again

Know it! I'm here smiling with the happiness that HQQ. Nodding with spirit. I held a hug on Mas Aibil's arm by occasionally leaning his head.

Do not speed up moments like this, O God... Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be close to my husband, O Allah. A line of prayer and gratitude burst into Wardah's heart.

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The night is getting late making the eyes even harder to be invited to enjoy the scenery of the trip. They finished dinner. Now the bus company is walking down the road to Kudus City. They do not use the alternative toll. Because it is under repair according to the information obtained.

Maybe because it was late at night, the streets seemed smoothly under control. Farhan and Cak Ibil are now sitting down and chatting with the two drivers. While Anisa and Wadah were sitting together on a sofa in Anisa's room.

“Where? Have you made the same progress as Cak Ibil?” Ask Anisa.

“May Yes Nis.. If again outside, Mas Aibil like a husband in general Nis. But if it's just the two of you, back again,” Wardah replied with the lowest volume.

“I also don't know why he's like that. Every time I want to talk about the ins and outs of marriage must always be avoided,” Welcome again.

“Iya Nis, I managed to move on from Bang Fadhil also because of the arrival of Mas Aibil,” Lirihnya. Anisa is indeed a witness of the romance of a Wardah from the time in the pesantren.

“I can only always pray for your happiness Wardah. I'm sure, tomorrow there will be a time when you enjoy the sweetness of love,” said Anisa by hugging Wardah.

Clear details can not be dammed anymore.drop by drop flowing from Wardah eye fertilizer. He doesn't know when he can survive. All he knew was to keep trying and doing. He already has a plan to consult with Mother. Just gathering the guts of the rest.

“Dek, sleep yuuk!” Call Cak Ibil.

The deg! Couldn't Cak Ibil hear Wardah and Anisa's story? Warda tried to be ordinary. If you hear better. Who knows, his attitude might change for the better.

“Nis, I go to the room first yes.” Pamit Wardah's.

“Iya, Mas Faridz is also here,” Anisa replied.

Wardah followed Cak Ibil to his bedroom. Oh yeah, Wardah just ngeh if her husband called her Dek... It deserves to be raised to the eighth wonder of the world. This was the first time she had been called by a name other than her husband. Arriving at the room, Cak Ibil lay on the bed with a focus on his clothes. Just like before, in the room there was only silence.

“What story are you telling Anisa?” After a long time of silence, Cak Ibil finally opened his voice. That question, Wardah guessed. He had also prepared an answer in the silent atmosphere earlier.

“News about our relationship,” Reply Wardah briefly. Wardah's position is now in a table while writing something on a paper.

“You know, a household can't be spiced up?” Said Cak Ibil, start serious fashion.

Wardah stopped her writing and turned to face her husband on the other side of the bed. Their position is so far away! It seems like social distanching.

“I know. I know it once. Because the learning of the material has been taught. Even the one who taught you all that. On some years ago,” replied Wardah. This is an opportunity to talk about the road ahead of his household.

“If you want to ask then why I did that. I'll ask you: Why did you make me like this. As if being a household prisoner, as if I was just a display that was not recognized by you?”

Jin-jeng-Jeng....

The story of Wardah is being pending!

At this point of your curiosity?

**Pardon Lhu-Lhu who cut off curiosity the second time....

If it runs out Lhu-Lhu tarawih can take another bite, Lhu-Lhu will continue... Okeeeyyy**