Ballad Maid So Madam (Related, Happy?)

"Sorry,"

I smiled and happiness flowered in my heart.

Just hearing Boby's voice made me happy, especially if he really would come here?

"Don't get your hopes up, Ganis! You don't know what the purpose and purpose is. ..remember when she fucked you the name of another woman she called!" my inner.

"Truely, let all proceed according to God's scenario. Whatever the purpose ... Allah is the one who turns back" I murmured alone.

That night I was very restless and could not close my eyes for a second.

Scroll the wall clock in front of me, it's 03.00 WIB.

I take a deep breath, my gasps ablaze and spread prayer rug, in my uneasiness beg for guidance and the best way for a husband and wife relationship that does not know where this base ends.

"O Allah .. the resigned servant, sincere in all Your statutes."

In the prayer I said, these eyes seemed to see the shadow of the face of the deceased bang Rusdi faintly smiled and turned into the shady face of Boby, the man who is still my current husband.

"Bang," I said that night.

Back after performing the night prayer, these eyes cannot be closed. Until I came, I chose to recite the verse of Allah and glorify Him.

Until not felt, the morning arrived .. sunlight burst into the house.

These eyes are not sleepy at all.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with me?" muttered.

Very early in the morning I brought Tri bath to the river, I don't know why I want my son to look fresh this morning.

My race is also willing to take a shower this morning, usually a lot of drama if in the morning.

"Mom, where the hell are you going, usually I'm the same Tri hour here and there yet to the river?" ask Ilham.

I just smiled, I don't know.. I don't know why I want to look neat, is it because of Boby's words last night ... if he's coming?

I don't know ....

About half an hour later Ilham left for school, me and Tri were both at home.

I closed the door and was busy cleaning the house.

Before long, the sound of the door leaf on the knock.

TOK ... TOK ... TOK ....

"Who?" I shouted from the kitchen.

Hygiene ....

I who was cleaning felt disturbed by the knock on the door that did not say who he was.

I climbed forward, while Tri was engrossed in playing with all his toys.

"It's-"

My eyes were wide open perfectly, while my hands were still holding the door chasm that stone I removed from the door algae.

My words were paused when my two beads stared at the face I had always missed, Boby.

The man smiled as he waved at me, making me wake up from my daydream.

I blinked many times, in disbelief .. It feels like a dream.

"Assalamualaikum, wife!" his regards.

"Wa-Wa'alaikumsalam" I said.

The man smiled and stretched out his hand to me, like a husband that the wife wanted to salim.

The stunned me for a moment immediately welcomed his hand and I kissed the reverence.

Boby smiled back and hugged me tightly, my head was unfettered from his kiss.

"Don't be like this, embarrassed if anyone sees," I said.

This hand was trying to let go of his embrace.

"What's wrong, I just reported to the village device here. Your house was appointed by the village chief." Boby convinced me, so I hugged him back.

"Mom," Tri who was lying between his toys was grilling me.

"He ...," said Boby.

I nodded slowly, the man slowly approached Tri who was starting to shut down.

Even now Boby began to lie down and hug Tri.

Boby turned to me and waved, as if calling me to get closer to him.

I stepped closer to him and then sat between the two men who had the same level just different ages.

"Thank you" he said slowly.

I was just smiling, I somehow had to respond.

Boby got up and wiped away the tears still dripping down my cheek.

"I'm here, you don't leave me again, yeah!" said it.

Now our netra is fighting ... Boby approached but I immediately turned and went to the kitchen, continuing my cleaning earlier.

Boby followed me, now hugged me from behind.

"I miss you and we are still lawful husband and wife in God's eyes" he whispered.

I can't wiggle, my body freezes.

"I want to" he whispered again.

Now my nape can feel his breath.

I turned around and now I could see the man I had longed for crying in silence.

His tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Why?" my many.

This hand trembled as it wiped away his tears, and Boby grabbed my finger.

"I'm sorry, I'm too stupid to let go of a woman like you. Look, there's never been another woman in my heart other than Rengganis. That's you .. about me going that long ago, I was out of town running my papah business. Not intentionally wanting to be away from you and picking up your phone, my brother ... Melani, come back to me, Ganis! I can't live without you .. Too long I've been locked up longing, it feels the same as I live in silence, forgive all my mistakes, Ganis .. please," said my husband, Boby.

I sobbed at Boby's words, I could only nod slowly while hugging the burly body that was now shaking from crying, we both suffered longing.

"I miss you, Boby! I miss you so much, but everything that happened and what you said that night scared me. .. So scared that you left me, you divorced me. I can't help ..." I said slowly.

Boby cupped me in the face and now we've been clinging to each other for a long time, as if conveying a sense in the heart that holds the longing half to death.

So long ago we fenced, Boby and I didn't realize Inspiration had gone home from school.

"Mother" call my second child.

Just when me and Boby were wrong, while Inspiration stared intently at the figure of the man he had just seen.

My son was rushing in my arms with his eyes staring at Boby who was standing in front of me.

"Mother,"

"Yes, boy!"sahutku.

"Hi" said Boby to Ilham.

"Who are you?" ask my son.

"We sit down first, yes" as I am.

Do not want Ilham misunderstand, and again his age can distinguish and understand something.

Now we sat cross-legged near Tri who was asleep among his toys.

Inspiration still hugged me, as if she did not want her mother to be close to the foreign man in front of her.

"Ilham's home?" my many.

"Yes, Mom! Today the teacher was sick, so he was told to do the task in the package book only. So Ilham went home again," explained Ilham.

"Who is he?"ask Ilham later.

"He's your papa, Tri's papa's name is Papa Boby" I said slowly.

"Papa Tri, who made me cry every night. Why come here, Om? My mother is happy with us, her son! Oh, come home again!" Ilham stood up crying and drove Boby away.

I was surprised by the response from Ilham, the child who had always been obedient to my words all along. Now vent his emotions and dare to speak impolitely to adults.

"Son, listen to me first." I took the hand of Inspiration and embraced my son.

"This om is what makes Mom cry only, she is the evil capital in the city. So what's it doing here, Mom!" pekik Inspiration.

Boby was stunned, the man looked down.

"Sorry," he said.