Ballad Maid So Madam (Related, Happy?)

Behind the Rain

The rain made me smile again.

It was raining so hard this morning, Boby looked out the window.

I just stared at the man, wanting to hug him but I was embarrassed. Realize I'm just a dust grain that won't replace the beautiful diamond in his heart.

The rain was getting heavier, but strangely Boby did not leave. Though he won't get rained on for driving a car, I'll ignore him!

I brewed a glass of tea and I gripped slowly.

I intentionally didn't make it for him, because whatever I served he never touched.

The man was still standing staring at the rain, now with a cigarette.

Not looking at it, I went into the room.

Once in the room I was pecking at the window, one house but we were so awkward at times like this.

Especially when I knew I was never in his heart or his eyes.

TRINGS ... TRINGS ... TRING ...!

My phone rang, I can see Ms. Sani's name written on the screen.

My smile expands, considering it must be my son calling.

["Hello, Assalamualaikum!"]

[Wa'alaikumsalam,"]

["Mom, this is Yayan and Ilham."]

["Yes, Son! How are you guys doing?"]

My tears could not be contained anymore, the clear feather escaped with longing for my two angels.

I turned around and it turned out that Boby was looking at me from the front door of the room, I was crying on my cheek.

Not wanting to see the man, I went into the bathroom.

["Mom, sig-jel ...,"]

Tut ... Tut ...

The connection was broken, I just sighed when it rained like this indeed the signal in the village was a little disturbed.

I hugged my cell phone as if hugging my two children.

Every now and then I see a photo of them that Bu Sani sent lately via the green app.

Both of them smiled sweetly.

I came out of the bathroom and was so shocked I was when Boby was at the bathroom door.

"What-what are you doing?" tanyaku.

"I want coffee" he answered.

"Tumben," chirped.

Don't waste any time, I'm gonna get Boby some black coffee. I put the coffee on the table near our bed, because the man was sitting on the bed.

If I had been very happy if he was sitting or lying in bed, but not now. After I found out I was just a place where he was venting lust and a feeling that never reached Selena made me continue to avoid and feel uncomfortable when in one bed with her.

Sometimes I pretend to watch TV to fall asleep in front of the TV rather than having to be with him when other women who are imagined under his cage scooped up enjoy making love and sighing with him.

"Where else are you going?" My hand was pulled until I fell in his arms.

I tried to let go of her embrace that started tight on my body, occasionally squeezing my chest.

"Stop," I cried.

Boby instead of stopping even more becoming, kissed the nape of my neck.

"Already, stop! My stomach hurts" I said softly.

Just so Boby stopped the action.

Even though I know his passion is passionate.

"Do you need to check now?" tanyakanya.

I shook my head, as soon as I got out of his arms.

"I'll check later, myself!" my spoken.

"Why not go to work?" ask again.

"I wanted to but you refused then I'll go to work now" he replied flatly.

The man confirmed his clothes and pants.

"****, why is it still tense!" objurgation.

I couldn't bear to see him either, I approached him and I opened the buttons on his shirt one by one.

Boby was silent while looking at me.

"Didn't your stomach hurt?" tanyanya.

"So, now no!" my answer.

Hearing that Boby grinned with a smile, stripping off my clothes one by one.

"One of my questions, don't mention another woman's name. Because I'm your wife" I asked.

That morning, back we sailed together in the favor of love.

"Thank you, my son's mother!" said it.

*****

Boby didn't even go to work, now it's ten in the morning. My stomach is so hungry, I'm rushing to cook whatever's in the fridge.

Kale and fry the eggs, as there is only that in the refrigerator.

"Maybe tomorrow I have to go to the market" I murmured alone.

The scent of the kale spread throughout the corner of the house.

Boby sat in front of me as soon as I smelled the smell of my cooking.

"Emmm, it smells so good!" abugn.

"I'm hungry, ask for a plate of rice" he asked.

My forehead frowned, didn't he say I didn't have to cook for him.

Then why now he wants to eat my cooking.

"Ganis, rice ...," he asked again.

I also came to my senses from the daydreams, a smile on these lips when I saw a husband who was so cold and often refused whatever I was offering to eat the cooking I was cooking.

Evidently Boby, my husband ate up to twice add rice. Simple cooking like this.

"It." I was surprised when the man fed me a spoonful of rice from his plate.

"You should eat a lot, Ganis! Let our son be healthy and you're healthy" he continued.

I just looked at the shady face that I missed so much. His face this time, this time ....

When he eats, Boby's phone rings.

The man shows his phone screen where the name 'PAMAN' means Mr. Atmaja who called him.

["Hello,"]

.....

["Yes, there! Does uncle want to talk directly?"]

.....

[" Yes, Boby will ask."]

The phone ends.

"What's wrong?" my many.

"Dinda" replied Boby.

"Dinda why?" ask again.

"He went berserk and the uncle asked if you would accompany Dinda until she calmed down" Boby said.

"Of course I want to, duh ..., pity Dinda! Rain like this must be her rampaging!" muttered.

After eating, we immediately went to the house of Mr. Atmaja, Uncle Boby.

"Let's not be too tired, yeah! Remember, your stomach has grown, how will I be with you? I'm afraid Dinda's rampaging and beating you." Boby drives while he keeps talking.

I just nodded, saying all his words.

"Can it be like this forever?" my inner.

****

What is worrying really happens.

The girl went on a rampage in her room.

And as soon as I saw her coming, Dinda slammed into my arms.

"Sus Ganis!" peekik Dinda's.

My body staggered back as Dinda hugged me tightly, fortunately my husband Boby was behind me.

"Be careful" he whispered.

I accompanied Dinda until the girl calmed down and fell asleep, Boby went somewhere.

Since Dinda was asleep, I went to look for the person who had justified me a few months ago.

When I got to the front door of Mr. Atmaja's study, I faintly heard the voices of Boby and Mr. Atmaja.

I had wanted to knock on the door, but my intention was to stop me when I heard the two's heated conversation.

"Your father and mother have returned to Indonesia, how long will you hide your marriage with her?" ask Mr. Atmaja.

"I'm not ready, uncle. I'm afraid that my father and mother will not approve of this marriage and I will divorce Ganis once the child is born." My tears flowed as soon as I heard Boby's words.

"Crazy for you, firmly dong become a man! Tell the truth, and cancel your match with Mr. Gerald's son. Uncle think it can still be canceled considering you have never met and it is still a discourse of the two families," said Mr. Atmaja.

"I'll talk about it to my mom's dad. For that it may not be difficult, but all I will take care of once Ganis gives birth and I divorce her." Boby said the word divorce me many times.

"You must think clearly, lest this choice be a whip for you in the future. Honestly, uncle doesn't agree with your intention to divorce Ganis."

"I will always support him even though he will not be together,"

So, all the cradle and attention to me, fake ...!