Aryanti's Charm
I miss Brother!

Jihan entered the room where Zaid slept, kissed him and looked him in the face. Habil's face was on Zaid's face sleeping on his back.

Jihan looked around the room and other rooms that she had long left, all still well maintained and still like before.

Maybe her husband rarely came home, visible from all items that are not new to wear the same owner. Including a dry bathroom and a very dry towel.

Jihan left the room and walked to the terrace of the house where she used to always sunbathe when she was sick sitting in a wheelchair and with her faithfulness Habil took Jihan for a walk to push her pregnant.

"Bi please bring my clothes to the room."

"Okay Neng, who was with Neng who was not here long neng?" aunty asked as she pushed Jihan's small suitcase.

"That's my friend Bi, they're out on vacation from Anyer, my friend while studying in Australia both." jihan replied while looking around the middle of the house which was still like the last time he left this house.

"What have you not been home for a long time?"

"That's how Neng, sometimes Mr. Habil came home here for breakfast or he came suddenly to sleep, then took a shower and left again sometimes he also did not come home there two nights, sometimes he sleeps at home for days that's how his habits can't be determined."

"Yes Bi, later I telephon tell you that I'm here."

"Yes Neng."

Jihan grabbed her phone and sat on the edge of the bed, wondering what she would say to her husband.

The phone call's tone rang Jihan was still confused as to what she would say, leaving the atmosphere that would take her.

"Yes, Hello Deck? is Zaid healthy?" her husband's voice is on the phone.

"Healthy Brother Alhamdulillah, how come Zaid is the only one asked?"

"Sorry I was wrong? you healthy too Dek? how are all the families? I'm sorry I haven't been able to see our son I'm so busy, maybe next week I'm there, I'm so lost."

"Sister, what's busy?"

"Preparation welcomes the new year, it's also out of meetings."

"Sister Habil didn't come home?"

"It looks like Deck, I'm just resting at the hotel, same at home break here break."

"Sister! go home, someone wants to meet."

"What does Deck mean?" Habil was astonished.

"I'm the same Zaid is home, go home!"

"You same Deck Zaid is at home? which house?"

"In our house. In Pangandaran."

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, why didn't you tell me Deck? let me pick you up."

"I can't believe I tried a video call I want to see Zaid."

"She's sleeping Brother, soy sauce."

Jihan turned the call that was just a voice call into a video call.

Habil's heart was somehow like, seeing his son Zaid in his house, what happened to Jihan? why without falling and the wind suddenly coming and going home?

Habil half ran out of his office room not caring about anything, his assistants and men looking at him with astonishment in their hearts full of question marks and prejudiced fear of anything happening, but Habil did not ponder anything and the question of everyone who saw him walked hurriedly to the parking lot.

A million questions and astonishment filled Habil's chest, a sense of joy and also some other feeling he could not express in words, perhaps the most dominant part of his heart was the feeling of happiness.

Habil drove carefully, the faces of Zaid and his wife Jihan looming in his face alternately.

There was a smile and worry on his face.

'Allah, has Jihan changed? as always in his prayers?'

'What is it that knocks Jihan's heart to go home?''

Until Habil's turnstile was so impatient, repeatedly clapping his car horn until Bibi came to open the gate.

The more calculating the steps of her husband, the more stubborn Jihan feelings, want to see the enthusiasm of her husband's face when he sees himself with Zaid, hopefully the taste of her husband is the same as what he feels today.

The door was pushed from the outside slowly because it was not closed tightly, Jihan glanced at Habil who was standing at the door with a look of disbelief.

Habil took turns looking at Jihan and her son Zaid, who was sleeping because of their soy sauce. Jihan slowly got up and stood up walking over to her husband and hugged him very tightly.

"Sister Habil, I went home with Zaid because I missed you."

A speck of clear water came out of Jihan's eyeball along with a welcoming embrace and the spoken word was also conveyed to her husband.

"I'm sorry Jihan Kak, Jihan wasn't a good wife and mother all along, but give her a chance to fix it."

"God willing Dek, you are the same Zaid who has always been in my do'a, at every door, give me back my wife and children, Do not apologize dear, I am not a perfect husband, either, but let's make our lives perfect."

Jehan shed tears on her husband's chest, letting go of all the regrets of leaving her husband all this time for reasons that Habil did not understand, but even so Habil remained patient until the conscious sense of Jihan came by itself. And now all of that is coming true.

"But I want to hear Brother Habil forgive me!" shriveled Jihan's voice with her kangen taste.

"What's the sorry that should be said?" habil replied as he loosened his embrace, looking at Jihan's pretty face while raising his chin and kissing the pursed lips before him.

"I miss you so much, baby!"

"She said she missed Zaid? just like I wasn't mentioned?"

"I miss Zaid but miss Mom!"

"Ah, Brother Habil!"

"Ssssssssst .. don't shout when our child wakes up, want me to show that I miss you dear?" habil said as he closed the door and locked it slowly, Jihan did not answer only her face red.

"Has Zaid been sleeping a long time, dear?"

"It."

"Wow, can't you?" Habil couldn't help his feelings. Jihan opened one by one the buttons of her husband's slippery shirt, rubbed her chest full of dense fur and kissed him slowly, the chest she missed so much.

"May I do it now, baby? just got scared for a second, Zaid woke up." Jihan nodded with a smile.

Habil drew Jihan's hand slowly onto the bed, where they shed all unbearable longings, so long as they rarely met, never met also rarely do husband and wife relations if Habil did not force Jihan.

Last they did when Habil looked at Zaid maybe three months ago or so, when Habil was coming home when it was raining so hard, his father-in-law, his uncle Husein Al Rashid, forbade him to return home and Habil stayed at Anyer.

Habil could not be close to his wife Jihan if he did not touch her, although Jihan then refused him on the grounds of drowsiness, but Habil did not run out of his mind until everything could be, he said, always Jihan did not talk much and looked at him did not like it until Habil bailed home

But now that Jihan was so resigned in his arms, Habil did not want to ask anything first all forgotten by his own happiness.

Habil saw and felt Jihan so different from when they were married, Jihan can give a positive response to him, but somehow now Jihan so passionate felt Habil, so passionate, Habil felt a touch of true love.

One act does not take long, racing in the pleasure of husband and wife. Habil drooped next to Jihan who presented her beautiful smile.

Aryanti's CharmI miss Brother!

Aryanti's Charm
I miss Brother!