DEW PURITY

Your home, my palace

"Assalmmualaikum!" Dew said softly, Abra turned his head in wonder. When I hear the greeting of Dewun. Although no one opened the door.

"Is something wrong?"

"Darling, no one? So, who are you saying your greetings to?"

"Greetings are not just when there are people. Even if there is no one? Better still say hello when entering the house. A house is like a most comfortable palace. Don't let it, every corner of it is filled with darkness. Always spark a speck of light by saying the word greetings!"

"I love you!" Whisper Abra, right in the ear of Dew. The whisper that accompanies the first steps of the Dew enters the Abimata residence.

With confidence, Dewun stepped into the magnificent house of Abimata. A really big house. Although not the first time he entered this house. But this is Dew's first step, to be Abra's best and perfect wife. Dew said his greetings with a sincere heart. With the hope of being a prayer reinforcement in carrying out his duties.

Abra continued to hold Dewun's hand. Their footsteps could be heard echoing throughout the magnificent Abimata house. When Abra's left hand held Dewun's hand. Abra's right hand carries a bag containing clothes and Dewun needs. Abra brought her own Dew stuff, without asking ART for help.

"Welcome brother-in-law!" Sapa Ibra was friendly, Dew nodded slowly. A smile appeared on Dew's face. Instead Abra was immediately silent, imagining the familiarity that once existed between Dewun and Ibra.

"Thank you!"

"Darling, we go to the room. You must be tired!" Abra said, trying to stop the warmth between Dewun and Ibra. The plain dew, instantly nodded. Dewun agreed with her husband's request. There was no reason for Dew to reject Abra's invitation.

"Finally he lives in our house. His heart must be happy, having become part of our family. After this, he would live full of luxuries, unlike in his village!"" Naura said, Dew lowered her head. Why did Dew feel uncomfortable with Naura's words? Abra immediately stared at Naura. With a deadly look in his eyes, Abra wanted to tell Naura. If he could do anything to Naura.

"Naura, don't talk too much!" Ibra said, Naura then lowered her head. When I saw the eyes of the eagle Abra.

The relationship between Naura and Abra is not as cold, the relationship between Abra and Indira. But the relationship between the two is not as warm, Abra's relationship with Fahmi. The distance created between Abra and Naura, clearly exists and will get further with Naura's disrespectful attitude towards Dewun.

"Darling!" Abra said, lifting the chin of the Dew. Abra stared at the two Dew eyeballs. Then with a friendly, Abra cupped the pretty face of Dewun.

"Don't bow your head to them. Do whatever you like in this house. Don't let them bully you. Remember baby, I'm always by your side!" Abra said, Dew nodded slowly. Abra pulls Dewun's body into his arms. The anger that troubled Ibrahim Dwi Abimata's two eyes.

"And for you, once again you are unbecoming of my wife. Believe me, you will not be able to forget the punishment I have imposed. Remember Naura, you always fulfill your wishes. I try to be a good sister to you. But apparently, you prefer the hostility between us. Remember Naura, your fingernails hurt my wife. Ten times over, big brother will avenge him!"

Gleeekkk

Instantly Naura immediately swallowed her rough saliva. Abra's anger was clearly visible, Naura was in trouble. If Abra keeps up with his threat. Ibra was right next to Naura. I could only keep silent at Abra's anger. He couldn't help Naura, help himself. Abra seemed unable to. If Naura is afraid to see Abra's anger. Instead, Ibra was devastated to see the intimacy of Dewun and Abra.

"Why is it so sick?" The inner Ibra in his deepest heart. Ibra walked down through Abra and Dewun. His two eyes were too weak, staring at the warm Dew that had once cooled his heart.

"We're going to the room!" Take Abra, Dew nodded slowly.

When Dew set foot on the first steps of Abra's house. The dew felt agitated, his heartbeat beating so intensely. As if something was going to happen. But for the sake of faith and sacrifice Abra. Dew continues to flow following the footsteps of the priest of the afterlife.

"Abra!" Shouted Haykal, Abra turned her head. While the Dew grasped tightly Abra's hand. Shouts Haykal, makes the Dew scared. The hand of the Dew that was originally warm, was suddenly cold. Abra immediately blinked both eyes, hoping that Dew would feel calm.

"Darling, go to my room. I need to talk to papa!"

"Good!" The Dew is short, Abra holds the head of the Dew. Lovingly, Abra kissed Dew's forehead.

"You don't have to worry. Maybe it's a job!" Abra said, Dew nodded slowly.

"What's wrong?" Abra said, Dew shook his head. There was a doubt Dew said something that was stuck in his heart.

"Rest, I'll catch up!" Abra said, then came down leaving the Dew.

Dews walked up one step after another. Subject his head clearly wanted to say. Dew feels uncomfortable inside this magnificent house. Not one day has Dew lived in Abra's house. Comfort began to bother him.

"Grow!" Sapa Indira was friendly, Dew turned her head. He saw Indira already standing right behind the Dewun.

"What's the matter, madam?"

"Call me aunty, if you feel heavy call me mama!"

"You mean?" The Dew does not understand.

"I've been expecting my mother's call from Abra's mouth. But until this moment Abra still calls me aunty. Just like Abra who can't accept me. You also have the right to refuse to call me mama!"

"Do I deserve to refuse? When a mother asked me to accept her affection. Brother Abra, it's not that you can't accept mistress. But his heart was not ready to admit its nothingness. Brother Abra, it takes a little time to cover the wound. The same time it takes itself. Removing the distance between you. One time, without a word the madam could see her great affection!"

"No need to entertain me!" Indira said, Dewun shook his head weakly.

"Mrs just misses and loves her body. Later the mistress will see, how her heart misses the mistress's embrace. The game I gave to madam. There is only one way, so that Abra may see the madam. Realize, a mother who wants to see the happiness of her son. Brother Abra, never saw his mother in the mistress. Brother Abra, just thought his happiness was ruined by the presence of the mistress. Now, Abra's brother is beginning to realize. Hate and disappointment, make him lose a lot of love. No one can turn back the clock, but I promise to give back the affection my husband deserves!" Said the Dew, Indira nodded in understanding.

"You love Abra so much!" Indira said, Dewun shook his head. Indira pensively, Dewun's answer made Indira speechless to resist disappointment.

"I don't love Abra yet, but I care about her happiness. The old smile is untouched, I will engrave it with my care. The warmth that Abra never held. I will present it with my understanding. Our marriage may be without love, but our togetherness is full of understanding. I'll learn to love him. Instead Abra, learn to know the affection of his family!"

"You really are a Dew!" Indira said, Dewun stepped towards Indira.

The dew bent right in front of Indira. With great respect, Dew pulled and kissed the back of Indira's hand. The dew spilled all its affection. The longing for the figure of the mother who disappeared in his life. A clear drop of tears fell on Indira's hands. The cold felt piercing Indira's heart. Indira immediately felt an incredible tightness. Indira remembered her longing for Abra.

"Grow!" Sapa Indira with her trembling voice. Indira's hand gently rubbed the head of the Dew covered with hijan. Indira bent over kissing the head of the Dew. Replying to the affection that Dewun gave. Tributes that Indira never received from Ibra and Naura.

"Thank you!" Said Dewun, Indira was silent did not understand the meaning of the word thank you spoken from the lips Dewun

"Thank you for waiting for my husband's warmth. Thank you, never tired of waiting for his hand. Thank you, for the best prayer for my priest. Thank you, for the long wait for recognition. Later all will improve, not the mistress who met Brother Abra. Instead, he who would come rested at the feet of the madam!"

"Grab, why are you so determined to be next to Abra?"

"Because he has a sincere heart!"

" It includes living in a house that only cares about status, receiving the insults spoken!" Indira said, Dew nodded slowly.

"The house I'm in, it's not just a house. Many memories are engraved in this house. For the good memories of my husband, I'll stay here!"

"Darling!"