Black Stain My Husband

Marveled

The car is traveling at medium speed. Splitting the darkness of the increasingly cold night. There was no talk, Aidin and Zahra were silent, only Zea's occasional rant broke the silence.

Not very good, like a mute. 

Aidin grumbled inwardly, occasionally glancing towards Zahra who was staring out at the glass. 

Ahem.. Aidin cleared his throat slowly. 

One of his tngan reached Zea's feet which continued to kick. Wanting to touch his mother's hand as well, but undone when the car was approaching the park. 

Aidin parked his car near the park which seemed decorated with various beautiful scenery. 

Why stop here? Isn't he mad at me.

Zahra still threw away her face. No matter with Aidin who took off his seatbelt. Upset because a few minutes were ignored just because of Azka. 

Aidin got out of the car and opened the side door. It seemed that the annoyance adorned the beautiful face of the wife. 

"Say we're going to the park, hemm?" Swiped Zahra's head, then took Zea from her lap. 

Zahra went down without asking or protesting. Following Aidin's steps towards the park. 

The flashing lights were clearly visible to the point of Zea being stunned. The boy in his papa sling reached out as if he wanted to take the lamp not far from him. 

"Let's buy it ourselves, honey." Take one step back a little. 

It had been a few minutes they were in the city park, but Aidin had not spoken to Zahra, he was only focusing on Zea who was excited to see the scenery around him. 

Zahra chose to sit alone while looking at some people who are alone with their respective partners. Jealous of those who look romantic, whereas he even marahan only because of a small problem. 

"Just like, jealous," he murmured. 

Squeezing the tip of her headscarf, wanting to grab Aidin, but it's impossible. 

Satisfied with playing with Zea, Aidin approached Zahra and sat down beside the woman, because her seat was so short that she almost fell. 

"Well, I think my mom's body is getting bigger," Aidin's tease pretends to fall. He can sit even though he is narrow. 

Zea could only gawk at the sight of her two parents taking turns. Under the bright lights were colorful blushing faces that held back the laughter was visible. 

Zahra who couldn't bear to sit down. They clumped on the grass and faced each other. 

"I'm sorry" said Aidin, suddenly rubbing Zahra's smooth cheeks.

"For what?" Still pitched ketus. 

"For everything I've ever done to you. Small and big crimes. I know Azka is your ex."

Zahra rounded her eyes. "Where do you know that?" Because he never told anyone about Azka, but why Aidin could know, even Zahra did not save anything about the man after breaking up. 

"When you talk to my mom in the hospital, I listen to her all. Your relationship and he didn't get your blessing because of your mom's job, did they?"

Zahra lowered her head, not expecting Aidin to hear her talk at that time. 

"Perhaps, if I'm not present in the midst of you and her, your relationship can still be saved and can get married." Expressing his heart from earlier dated. 

Zahra clasped Aidin's hand.  "It's not because of you, Mom. That's because Azka and I are not a match. Don't talk about it anymore, buy it." Pointing a seller of sweet arum roving. Old school snacks that still exist today and are liked by most children. Including Zahra.

Aidin called the seller by waving until a few minutes the man approached him.

"Can you make it yourself, sir?" Zahra stood up from her seat. Approaching the seller who just spooned the sugar. 

"Bye, Ning. Please!" The middle-aged man allowed Zahra to make his own, while Aidin was just a spectator of the wife who looked smart. 

"What's the result a day and a night, sir?" asked Zahra idly, pity to see the man, in terms of his clothes and the butut bike used, it is certain that people can not afford. 

Aidin began to enjoy his wife's first work. Listen to the woman who started joking with the seller. 

"Depends, Ning. If it's crowded, three hundred thousand, but if it's quiet one hundred and fifty, it's still dirty. After spending still a hundred thousand left to repay the debt in the bank."

Slightly very. 

Aidin speaks in the liver. His soul heard the man's story. 

"Want another job, sir?" tanya Aidin. 

In fact, he had many job openings for those who were unprofessional and poorly educated. However, Aidin never takes care of it himself and leaves it to his trusted subordinates. 

"Want anyway, Mas. But I have nothing but this sale."

Zahra sat down next to Aidin. Tasting the property of her husband who almost shrank due to the wind. 

"You want to be a gardener in my house?" ask Aidin. 

Zahra smiled, actually no longer need workers at home, but to help the man's income, he accepted. Moreover, Zahra also had heard the salary given to Mbak Lela and Bibi was very large, and was sure if her husband would give a large salary to the man. 

"Byeah, Mas. When do I start working?" Rubbed his face with a towel draped over his shoulder. 

"While do you want when? Tomorrow too." Aidin took his business card and gave it to the man and paid for his services. 

The man counted several hundred bills that Aidin gave. 

They only ate two? Why pay more. 

That's what you want to ask, but because it's too faint lips are not able to say. 

"It's more, Mas." After a few minutes, the man spoke with trembling hands. 

"Take it, sir. Think of it as sustenance for the Father" Zahra replied. 

The man collapsed in front of Aidin. The prostration of gratitude for obtaining abundant sustenance, even that was equivalent to his three-day work. 

"Now go home! Just take a break, can you come home tomorrow?" aidin received the man's hand. 

"My name is Agus, Mas," 

Aidin nodded, probably now still remembering his name. Not sure tomorrow you remember it. 

"Tomorrow two sweet arums huh, sir?" 

Agus who had taken a few steps turned his head and nodded. 

From childhood he did love the snacks and now re-enjoying them like a child. 

"Yesterday Mama called me." Zahra said doubtfully.

"What's he saying?" Aidin rubbed his sticky finger because of the sugar.

"Son Keysa's pregnant, when we lost to him." Zahra imitated Lilian's words, and it made Aidin laugh.

"Don't care about mom, she's just showing off that she's gonna have another grandchild soon."

A hand pulls Aidin's ear from behind. He turned his head while guessing, because only one person dared to pick him up.

"Mama," her screech, was shocked to death to see Miss Lilian standing behind her.