Brother-in-law Looked at my Aurat

Another Woman in Zian's Heart

"We pray Magrib in musholla, yes. All acquaintances with the citizens here." Brother Zian asked me to pray in the musholla when Magrib's time was near.

"Ready! I do want to know the neighbors of Kak Zian." I agree directly.

Brother Zian smiled, "I love you ...." Brother Zian then kissed my forehead.

"Dam, buci!" selorohku, even though in my heart feel flattered.

"Say I love you too, dong!" Brother Zian framed my face with his two hands while looking at me intensely.

"I also love Brother ...." I said that sentence and hurriedly hugged Brother Zian, ashamed of being stared at by Brother Zian. I don't know, despite being my husband, I'm still a little groggy when I'm close to Brother Zian.

Brother Zian hugged me tightly. "Thank you, sweetheart. Yuk, we wudu keep going to musholla."

I'm nodding. "Come, Brother."

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When Azan Magrib reverberated, I and Brother Zian left for musholla not far from the house of Brother Zian.

When I arrived, Brother Zian headed to the men's saf line and I went to the women's saf. The five women who were ready to face me looked at me. I greeted them one by one while introducing my name.

Four were mothers and one was a beautiful girl, the girl called her name Salma when I shook her hand and introduced my name.

Girls in the mountains turned out to be many beautiful and white. At first I thought the mountain lady was dirty and black, but it was the opposite.

After the prayer, Zian and I came out of the musholla, the mother who had a musholla invited me to stop by, and Zian refused subtly, while the girl named Salma hurriedly entered her house.

"Sister, Salma is beautiful."

I went home hand in hand with Brother Zian.

Brother Zian turned to me. "Ng .. prettier you are, dear." He looked at me gently.

"Masa? Uh, she's got a husband yet?" ask again.

"Not yet." Brother Zian answered short. He was holding my hand even tighter. "Why?" Brother Zian asked back.

"It's okay, he must be the village flower huh?"

"Maybe." Brother Zian shrugged his shoulders.

"Lucky guy who gets a girl as pretty as Salma."

Brother Zian did not respond, he was silent until we got home.

"We're having dinner for snacks," asked Zian after changing his cocktail shirt with a short-sleeved shirt.

"Okay, if it's night, someone's open, brother?"

"There are, even many people if it's night" said Brother Zian while putting buttons on his shirt. I approached and helped put the button on.

Brother Zian looked at my face that stood right in front of him until it was over I helped put the buttons on his shirt.

A kiss landed on my forehead "Thank you, darling." I'm happy with Zian's romantic treatment of me.

"Yes, Brother." I answered while embarrassed.

Brother Zian smiled and took me into his arms. "May we always be romantic like this, dear ...."

"Aamiinu. Brother Zian promised yes, to not change and continue to love me." I sulked a little while stroking Brother Zian's cheek.

"Sure, dear ... Until any time, I will always love and love you." We looked at each other friendly. Our faces then approached each other, Brother Zian kissed my lips lightly.

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After saying goodbye to Grandma. Kak Zian and I walked to a serabi stall, a traditional snack that I like.

Eating sherbet will certainly also be full. The dough made from rice flour and grated coconut and plus the salt, is obviously filling.

Arriving at the stall, Brother Zian greeted some people who were waiting for his order. I greeted them, and the mother, who had scored a serabi, smiled and let us sit on a wooden bench.

Serabi that has been wrapped according to the buyer's request, some are original, some use topping abon, bananas, cheese toppings, and messes. I did not expect, in these mountains, there are those who sell modern serabi. It is appropriate that many buyers.

"What do you want to topping, honey?" asked Brother Zian, it was our turn to be made by the mother of the seller.

"Just mix it up, I want to try everything, brother." I answered enthusiastically.

The saleswoman smiled at us. "Yes, okay, ma'am. Duh, Zian's mess with his wife calls him dear."

The mother teased us while pouring the dough on a serabi print made of clay.

"Thank God the brother who was chosen and married to Zian, because here, Zian was a lot of fanciers, many who wanted to make him a ghost." The mother laughed as she looked at Brother Zian.

"Ah, I could." Brother Zian shook his head.

"Oh, so are you, Mom?" I was curious to hear the mother's story about Brother Zian.

"O yes, Zian almost every night buy serabi here, loh ... Nduks. He bought it for Salma, his son who had the musholla. This serabi is Salma's favorite ...."

"Mom, don't tell me that one," prevent Brother Zian. He turned agitated, turned to look at me and touched my hand. Maybe I'm afraid I'm jealous. And .. I'm jealous. Heavy jealousy!

The serabi seller's mother was still smiling, without feeling guilty continuing to tell her story. "Thank God Nduk was the woman Zian chose, but Zian almost proposed to Salma. But, he paused when his sister died and said he got his last request."

My heart beats faster, I clasped Brother Zian's hand that touched my hand. That means Brother Zian loves Salma. Instantly I had trouble swallowing.

"That's the past, Bi. No need to be yanked anymore." Brother Zian realized I was being jealous, he asked the serabi seller's mother not to bring up Salma.

"Ah, yes too. May you guys take it." The serabi printer mother smiled back while I pouted.

"Aamiin's." Brother Zian assures. Both hands held my hands and again I was clenched.

"Darling, that's a bunch of orders you've already made, want to try?" Brother Zian tried to persuade me. I didn't answer Brother Zian's question until our order was wrapped.

Wanted to feel angry, but it's at the stall. After we got out of the stall, I walked quickly, it was crowded to know Kak Zian almost proposed to Salma his son the owner of the musholla.

"Darling, hey ... why?" Brother Zian followed my steps. He walked quickly by my side.

"If the serabi eats Salma's favorite, why did Brother Zian invite me to buy serabi? Wh why? Brother Zian can't move on from Salma?!" I was inflamed and immediately cried.

"It's not so ...."

"It's not what? It's just right that Brother Zian invited prayers at the musholla, just say that Brother Zian wants to meet Salma!" I'm getting faster walking.

"It's not like that, dear ...." Brother Zian grabbed my hand but I was patis.

"Now Brother Zian is honest with me, Brother Zian still loves Salma, right?" I asked while stopping my steps. The moonlight up there shows Kak Zian's face. There was worry on his face.

"Why ask that, dear? I married you, that means I love you." Brother Zian asserted. She wiped the tears on both of my cheeks.

"That means that before Brother Zian married me, Brother Zian must have loved Salma very much." Jealousy still burns my heart.

Brother Zian sighed heavily, his lips then smiled faintly. "It's just the past, honey ...."

"Oh .. It turns out that right, Brother Zian and Salma love each other!" My voice vibrates. Then ran away from Brother Zian.

"Honey, hey .. wait! Don't be jealous blind dong! Have I ever talked about the men in your past, right?" Brother Zian came running after me.

I don't answer, just one wish now, I want to go home!

When I got to Grandma's house. I met him in his room, Brother Zian followed me into Grandma's room.

"Mom, Fai came home, yeah."

Grandma who was sitting on her bed looked at me with a look of wonder. Tears I could not bear, crying in front of Grandma made the aged woman so confused.

"What's up, son?" Grandma rubbed my head.

"I want to go home tonight, Grandma." My decision is round. Because I'm sure, Brother Zian just had to marry me. He must have loved Salma very much.

"It's night, sweetie." Brother Zian is preventing me from coming out of Grandma's room.

Not wanting to linger, I ignored the words of Brother Zian who forbade me to go home.

I got out of Grandma's room and went into Brother Zian's room to get my sash bag.

"Zian, what's the problem? Why would your wife want to go home?" grandma asked, he came out of his room.

"My wife seems to be angry because Bu Asih the sheriff's salesman told Salma, Nek." Brother Zian came in. Looking at me with a sad look. I stick with my decision.

"Oh .. so. Son, you better not go home at night. The road down there is deserted." Grandma won't let me go home at night either.

"Sorry, Grandma. I'm going home." I walk towards the door.

Brother Zian grabbed next to my arm. He then stood in front of me. "We just got married, honey. Do not sulk so, if there is a problem let's talk about it carefully. About Salma, I don't have any feelings for her. Trust me," persuaded Brother Zian. Both eyes looked at me. Trying to convince me.

Unfortunately, my ego is still very high. I snapped at my arm that was held by Brother Zian. Take a look and get out of Grandma's room.

"I want to go home!"

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