Aksa ( And his wife)

Husband's permission

After changing her uniform and cleaning her body. Aksa hurriedly exited her room and walked towards the kitchen. His stomach was already very hungry, he did not know what Keyla had cooked before leaving earlier. But these few days coincidentally Keyla always cook Aksa's favorite food and can not be denied it tastes good too. Looks like they have the same taste Aksa thought.

Aksa who was originally smiling suddenly changed her expression to flat when she opened the hood. Everything in the hood is a food that Aksa does not like. Namely sambal petai, fried catfish and another vegetable toge stir-fry. This Keyla didn't do it on purpose, did it?

But there's no way Aksa never told Keyla anything about herself. Aksa nodded her head trying to throw off the ugly thoughts about Keyla.

But unfortunately Keyla is deliberately cooking food that is not liked by Aksa. It was as an embodiment of Keyla's anger and resentment towards Aksa. Keyla can know about his favorite foods and those that Aksa does not like. It was all because he asked Ayudia, the beloved in-law.

Aksa sighed resignedly, "Yes why I also ngarepin cooking from tuh gian."

Aksa closed the hood of saji with a sad feeling mixed with annoyance at not eating. Then he ransacked the kitchen looking for something he could eat other than the one in the hood. And finally Aksa found a pack of fried noodles. Although he felt lazy to cook it Aksa still forced himself to cook the noodles. Than hunger.

Aksa put the boiled noodles into the dish with a happy smile. Rarely does he cook himself like this, usually he will ask his mother or not art to prepare food.

"Hehe's cool as well as me," after stirring her noodles, Aksa immediately walked towards the dining table while sipping the aroma of her cooking noodles with pleasure.

But he had not yet reached the dining table. His left foot instead stepped on his right foot, which made Aksa and his fried noodles fall aesthetically.

"TIDAAAAAAAC."

Aksa's fried noodles were scattered on the floor and the dishes were also broken. Aksa stared at her noodles with a sad feeling yet she tasted it had fallen first.

"Damn my fate" said Aksa.

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Keyla has arrived at the cafe where she works, her co-workers welcome her arrival with pleasure. Because Keyla didn't go to work for a few days on the grounds that there was family business. Of course it was all because of her wedding yesterday. He had to be allowed a few days because he had to prepare for his marriage and Aksa.

"Keyla finally you enter too, quiet know there is no lo," said Salsa while hugging Keyla warmly.

Keyla returned the coworker's embrace, but briefly there was something different from Salsa's performance today.

"Sal you're wearing a veil. God is so beautiful" cried Keyla pleased.

"Hehe yes, just started yesterday. My heart was pinched a few days ago there was a little boy, he was wearing a veil. There's something else, you're wearing a veil not hot? He answered, Better is the heat in the world than the heat in the hereafter. Well from there I keep thinking, is this the way God made my country huh. And finally I broke up to wear a veil," explained Salsa.

Keyla smiled happily at Salsa's story.

"Masya Allah may Istiqomah be Sal."

"Yes aamiin, thank you for that."

"Keyla you already entered it," said Bima who also just came from throwing garbage.

"His family's business is over?" ask Bima.

"Alhamdulillah has finished Bim" Keyla replied.

"Alhamdulillah.

"Oh yeah Key, I want something to you."

Keyla frowned, "What's it?"

"A few days ago, I accidentally saw his face look a lot like you. But he runs the same guy on a motorcycle, is that lo?" ask Bima.

Hearing Bima's question as soon as Keyla's body froze. It is certain that the person Bima saw was herself and Raka who had a conversation a few days ago. How is this, Keyla does not want anyone to know about her marriage and Aksa. Time caught this fast anyway. Keyla has to say what now.

"Eh? Yes," Keyla awoke from her daydream.

"That's not you, is it?" ask Bima.

"Huh? Y-yes ma-not me. You see wrong time, I'll have family business again hehe," Keyla replied lying.

"Oh Allah I'm sorry Keyla, Keyla is lying," Keyla's mind was sad.

Bima nodded her head, "Yes it is impossible to walk the same guy, while hugging again."

"What the heck lu Bim, it's so. It's definitely not Keyla still lo," said Salsa.

"Yes I know, but his face looks a lot like Keyla. I'm not lying."

"Eh there are customers who want to mesen. Serving gih, I was back to change clothes," without waiting for answers from his friends Keyla immediately ran as fast as lightning. If it continues there Bima will continue to discuss about people who look like him and over time Keyla can be found out.

"Lo see something weird not really from Keyla?" bima asked, because Keyla was not usually calm and panicked like that.

"There's no tuh. Your eyes are still a burem, see people like Keyla this is it," replied Salsa indifferently then moved to the customer.

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At 20:15

Keyla had gone home from work, before returning home he decided to visit his aba. It didn't take long to get to her aba house. Because the distance between Keyla's aba house and Keyla's workplace is not too far away.

"Assalamualaikum" Keyla said, taking off her shoes.

"Walaikumsalam eh Keyla, who are you coming with?" ask Agam.

"Keyla came alone ba," Keyla replied while kissing the back of Agam's hand.

"Where are you husband?"

"At home, maybe," Keyla replied by shrinking her voice in the word possible.

I kind of noticed Keyla's strange gurgle, "You've got your husband's permission, son?"

Keyla quietly did not answer of course he has not permission. He was only allowed to go to work, not to go to the aba house. Keep it still Keyla has permission to leave the house. But Keyla had no idea Keyla was still working part-time. So she thinks Keyla's coming from her house.

Agam looked at Keyla warmly then rubbed her daughter's head gently.

"Other times it must be permission yes, because a wife is obliged to ask permission to her husband if she wants to leave the house," explained Agam gently.

Keyla nodded, "Yes, I'm sorry Keyla."

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to your husband."

"She's wrong there's no apology for Keyla ba," unfortunately the words can only be said in the heart.

"Yes ba," Keyla replied.

"Yes yuk yuk ba, Keyla there buyin martabak favorite aba loh," Keyla holding his arms with pleasure, just a few days did not meet him he was very long with his aba. Especially not to meet for months or years ah Keyla certainly can not.