IF YOU ARE A FOOL

The Wife's Search 1

I saw Dian's car leave the campus area. After a while the search did not produce results.

"from who sir Man, why so bored" asked the security guard who helped me in hiding.

"that. Because of jealousy, he said. The new bride of her romances"

"does, there's just one"

"yes. Yasudahlah.

I was actually called to the administration room, ewh even met the incident of the newlyweds.

Yes, it is Li. Not to the administration office first"

Once Mr. Hambali, greeting the security guard who helped me stay alone, I came out of the security guard post.

"thank you, sir, for helping" I said.

"iya neng, you're welcome. Where are you going now?"

"home sir. There is no scheduled until next week. Just waiting for the schedule of the thesis trial"

"may be good, neng. And graduated cumlaude"

"aamiinu. Thank you for your prayers sir"

Mr. Hambali is an old security guard who knows me well enough. Also several times helped me hide from the men's blunt noses. Including in the heat of the conflict between me and Dian, also between me and Mr. Nicholas. Mr. Hambali often disperse the crowd that is granting me.

"excuse me sir"

"yes neng. Cepet home, not good to make husband worry"

"hehe, yes sir. Ready"

Before long my online taxi order came. Now my destination is Maryam's sister's house. Because I still refuse to go back to the apartment.

What's up with my phone?

Don't ask. The call has no stop. Also the message entered at length, all persuading from Dian. Until I can't move it at all. Just ordered a taxi online by borrowing HP Pak Hambali.

"i'm still sprained by you. Go for a walk, find a moodboster. No need to be on the phone, I know the way home" one time I reply Dian. At least let him stop to keep calling. Poor people's children too, so do not focus on work. Hehehe

Some time the taxi I was riding arrived at the residence of sister Maryam. As soon as I got off the taxi, the delicious aroma of cooking was immediately smelled by my nose. Making the worms in my stomach scream back. The effects of eating hodgepodge that has not been exhausted.

From the outside sounds babbling baby Hafsyah

"assalamu'alaikum" I said as I pushed open the door that was not tightly closed.

"waalaikumsalam warah matullah. MaasyaaAllah, aunt of the newlyweds. Finally playing here" replied sister Maryam with a friendly smile.

"hehe, busy doing the thesis.

Hay adek pretty.doakan aunty soon pass yaa" now change I say hello Hafsyah.

Our conversation became lengthy questioning each other's news. Including the bad news that happened to me today, spontaneously got the jewel from sister Maryam.

"aisht.this child. Once came here it was again run away" said sister Maryam.

"hehe, not so, brother. I was bored in the apartment. Quiet, there was no one to talk to. The only person is Dian. I'll be sprained again with him" at length I explained.

"yasudah.kamu can confide whatever it is that can make your heart plong. But promise, after that you have to go home.

Not good deck marahan with husband long ago" advice sister Maryam.

"yes, brother, ready. Besides, how could I be angry with him for so long. Hihie" I said while grinning.

"iya dewh believe, the newlyweds.

By the way, when can Hafsyah play?" enigmatic question sister Maryam.

"sister mean?" ask me, don't understand.

"have you been directly pregnant yet?" this time, sister Maryam was straight to the point. I was originally tasting cake made by sister Maryam who had just cooked, choking with the hardness. The food got stuck in my throat and I coughed until tears came out.

"drink, drink water" sister Maryam ordered frantically.

"sorry I don't see if you're upset again" he added while thrusting a glass of water at me.

"sister Maryam is evil, the cake that was once delicious changed its flavor" my protest.

Instead, you can take the rest home. Eat together with your husband, let it taste more delicious" sak Maryam seduced.

"waaah, really, brother? Thank you baanyyyaaak" I said with a fanfare. But seconds later

"i'm here, brother, can I? Yesterday" my pinta.

"uuuuhhhuuukkkk hhhuukkk uuukk" gini replace kak Maryam who choked.

"astagfirullah haladzimm" said sister Maryam.

"so I'm the one who choked"

"sister is not sincere yes cake ny for me" asked me to investigate.

"no, where possible. That's not. But.." not finished sister Maryam talk, little Hafsyah chattering while putting another piece of cake into her ummi mouth.

"but what brother?" ask me curious.

"but you can't stay here, without husband's permission" continued sister Maryam who spontaneously made me frown.

"brother Maryam, his name is also crooked. Where there is a request for permission" I said flatly.

"Kay, marriage is no joke. Now your heaven is on the husband, no longer on the soles of the mother's feet. You can no longer do as you please. Whether you like it or not, you should still ask your husband's permission. Haram for a woman, just one step away without the permission of the husband" advised sister Maryam.

"meaning.I came here, right now, I sinned again brother" I asked.

"could be. Because you left without a husband's permission, without telling your husband, it could be that now your husband is confused looking for you here and there. While you are still sought after even feel good sitting here, eating cake.

Sampe cemotan kaya that, similar to Hafsyah" said kak Maryam at length. Damn, at the end of the sentence sister Maryam spoke while laughing at me.

I quickly picked up a tissue and wiped my mouth.

"where there is aunty named like Hafsyah, ummi his Hafsyah funny dewh" now I switch chattering with the little Hafsyah.

"he is, like a child his name is.

If I am an adult, there is such jealousy. Pack all hazy events" ledek sister Maryam.

"iwh sister Maryam, not in defense of her adek"

"defend it if it's true, Kay. If it is wrong, yes brother must remind donk.

Stop dewh jealousy is not clear like that. After all, they only admire your husband, can meet your husband already seneng for mercy khan.

As for you, you have your husband. Wake up to sleep next to him. Free hug him, free kiss him, bebbbaaasss" said sister Maryam hanging.

"free what brother?" ask me flat

"free to do, anyway. It's up to you, have you, want to be whatever you can too" said sister Maryam, ambiguous.

"what's Maryam's sister talking about?" ask me wonder.

Not until sister Maryam spoke again, from outside the sound of a car entering the yard. Who else if not abi the little Hafsyah, brother Nicho.

Hafsyah quickly ran towards the front, must have also memorized the sound of his ashes car.

"Kay, you're here. Already daritadi?" greet brother Nicho after cipika cipiki with baby Hafsyah while walking into the house.

"lumayan kak" I said briefly.

"this is bi, there are more who run away the story" sister Maryam complained to me just like that to brother Nicho.

It's been me. There will be no more hiding space.

"owh, so the rame kids were on the campus earlier, talking you're the same Dian?" ask brother Nicho.

Though the campus is wide, why it sounded also in the ears of brother Nicho.

"is there really a sister who grants in me?" ask me, dig up information.

"yes, that was a glimpse of the children's story. He said there was a new bride who was noisier, until Mr. Man came running around the wife who ran away" brother Nicho told.

Finally, the topic of our discussion turned to the atmosphere of the campus that had been splashy.

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