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"Don't blame the situation, Mas.This is even a test for us. This meeting is a test of our faith? Maybe at our meeting and introduction, I wanted Mas so much. Only to want attention, reciprocation of attention and affection, but not even a little ask balsan to be able to have each other's body to shift the position of Mother Fatar from the heart and life of Mas. At least I never told Mas to do that," Rara explained slowly.
"Never, because we love each other and love each other. Mas who now can not cover this taste from you. Different feelings each communicate with you. I am happy to meet you and finally get to know you, even though it is too late. Compared not at all," said Rafli slowly.
"But, this actually makes me ..." Rara stopped for a moment and took a deep breath and exhaled softly until the sound of the exhale sounded muffled into the microphone of the telephone connection.
Rafli listened well to every sound that entered, until the breath that seemed once heavy was able to be heard in Rafli's ears even though it sounded soft and very far.
"But what? You sorry, Ra?" rafli pela asked Rara with doubt.
Rara was now standing in front of the large window of her bedroom. His two eyes stared across the street, an ancient villa that was being used for family gathering. The darkening day began to light up with various lights twinkling until a warm and romantic atmosphere began to appear.
His heart began to pound unruffled. Honestly, there is a feeling of liking, but there is a huge feeling of guilt.
"Rb ... You hear me talk?" asked Rafli in a soft voice.
"Eh ... Yes, Mas, I heard. Sorry I was daydreaming instead" said Rara slowly while controlling her thumping heart.
"You why? Is there something you're thinking about? Tell Mas, Ra. join me to share," said Rafli in a soft voice.
"Nothing, Mom. All is well," jaab Rara slowly.
"Mas can feel something is wrong with you, right now, Ra," Rafli said slowly.
"Not to be discussed, Mom. You know, right? What is the burden on my mind right now? My feelings of guilt are too great" Rara said slowly.
"But all this time the kit was fine. Mas's wife was jealous and suspicious, the rest of everything was fine," said Rafli assured that everything would remain fine like this.
"Yes, right now maybe we can laugh. Tomorrow then? We don't even know what's going on with us?" rara said with a tone full of doubt.
"Hey, Beautiful Mas. Mas's Beloved. You why?" rafli asked slowly in curiosity.
It's not usually Rara like this. Whenever invited to communicate always be sweet, tumben once, this time there is something different from Rara.
"Mas ... Everywhere that will be blamed is women, not men," said Rara a little sulking.
"Ra, a single woman who loves a married man is not wrong. But a man who loves married women is wrong" Rafli explained.
"It's all wrong. Misplacement. His love is never wrong, but the fault lies when we love and we are selfish to have, it is wrong" Rara explained.
Rafli fell silent and digested well Rara's explanatory remarks.
"It's Ra, Mas doesn't want to fuss about this, and please don't ever talk about this again. I just ask you to be patient" said Rafli softly reassured.
"Yes Mas. I understand," Rara said in a soft voice.
"Smart women, don't ya ngeyel," said Rafli softly in a pleading tone.
It was getting darker, adzan maghrib was already reverberating. The highway looks very crowded and crowded by four-wheeled vehicles.Car searchlights and the sound of honky horns make the highway as crowded and alive. Rara stared at the traffic jam from the second floor of the hotel room in her place.
"Yes, be careful, don't forget to eat" said Rara slowly.
"You are also careful, take care of your heart, take care of your health, and do not forget to eat," said Rafli slowly reminded Rara.
"Yes Mas. Happy Maghrib prayer, Assalamualaikum," said Rara slowly ended the chat on her mobile phone.
"Yes. Waalaikumsalam" replied Rafli to say hello.
Rara had already turned off her phone and tightly streamed the phone while folding both her hands in front of her chest. Sometimes Rara thinks of releasing Rafli from her heart and mind. But all that is difficult, the taste is unfortunately like it is ingrained and can not be separated again.
Today was really tired, Rara's body had already been laid down on that soft mattress. Already praying and have dinner in peasn to be delivered to his room. Tonight Rara really wants to be in the room alone and be alone. It feels reluctant to step foot, even if it is just a walk in search of the wind or other entertainment.
Time has shown at nine o'clock. Rara just finished calling Abuya. Since noon only monitored Abuya through a short message sent to Aneng, his assistant.
Abuya is quite mature and began to understand the busyness of Rara, Sang Mama ytang always go out of town and stay overnight.
"Mama, Buya, ask for souvenirs yes," said Abuya asked with a spoiled tone.
"You want mbim again? Yesterday, right? What else would you like?" asked Rara in a soft voice.
Abuya called Rara, Sang Mama sambi lying on the mattress by holding Kak Aneng's cell phone.
"Mbim telolet" Abuya replied quietly as he recalled what he had heard in the complex garden if Abuya and his friends were gathering.
"Mbim telolet kan bus, Buya, ' said Rara, The Mama gently explained and told.
As a parent, especially as Mama, must be omniscient in knowing everything asked by children the age of Abuya. Try to be a woman should be able to be a big dictionary and specifically for her children. So there is no giving up for Mama to always learn, continue to learn, develop, and learn from the experience as the most valuable life learning.
"City ... Yes ebis" Abuya said in a soft voice.
"Yes, Mama later bought it, as long as Abuya wanted to eat and drink milk. Have you been drinking milk yet?" ask Rara slowly.
Aneng had been informed, if Abuya did not want to drink milk before going to bed and wanted to be with his mother to drink milk.
"Not yet" Abuya replied briefly and loudly.
"Now drink milk first huh? Let Mama accompany Abuya," said Rara slowly.
Abuya nodded slowly and received a large glass of chocolate milk, then drank it until it ran aground.
"Nake?" ask Rara a little slowly.
"Great son Ma," said Abuya softly from a soft voice.
"Tomorrow Mama's home, okay? don't be sad, yes" said Rara, The Mama in a soft voice.
Abuya also nodded resignedly without knowing that Rara was behind the smartphone.
