It's Not You I Want

Basketball game

love is present because it is accustomed, close to someone does not mean he will accompany the journey of our real life, it could be people who do not even enter the list in our lives that will be the figure we most need during life.

never blame a fate that may not be in accordance with what we plan, what we plan is not necessarily the best for us, he said, we humans can only try and pray to receive the best destiny from God.

sometimes the presence of someone in our lives becomes a test for us, whether we are able or not to face it, the point is never to blame the destiny that God has set for us.

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"Honey mamah call he said that the afternoon can stop by because there is sudden work"

zila who sat at her dressing table while doing the usual facial care routine smiled triumphantly, meaning there was still time for her to prepare something for them

"we're going to the yuk market"

"dear Lord" Daffa dried his hair beside the zila

"play basketball" zila threw the cotton she had used earlier into the trash can next to Daffa violently, annoyed by Daffa's question

"but there is no field dear" zila rolled her eyes panted, passed picking up the towel that Daffa used earlier

"sad __dear how to play basketball so not" cried Daffa

"play there yourself"

"Daffa laughed out loud at his wife's response, until it was difficult to stand up following the zila he had upset

"honey wait"

in the kitchen, Zila prepared a warm tea for Daffa, Daffa approached and hugged him from behind, zila nudged Daffa to let go

"over"

"don't be mad I'm just kidding"

"get aside first napah, you want a spill of hot water"

Daffa according to the danger of the country is terrible, zila who is angry and holding hot water can he melt.

Daffa continued to follow wherever the zila went, not also wanting to start a conversation afraid that the object in the zila was holding floated into his face. until the zila is made increasingly upset and stopped suddenly sat wants to return to the room as a result daffa so hit behind him

"Daffa, you're why, rich little boy, if I fell because you hit me how"

"sorry baby, I wasn't on purpose, let's get us to the market"

"males"

"She wants to play basketball in the market"

"daffaa" really wanted to kick Daffa until it got stuck at the end of Monas

I don't know that the man actually laughed while holding his stomach that was clouded by laughter, judging his wife like this has become his entertainment now, exclamation also makes the zila angry, as now, without the man realizing it , zila actually shed tears, reluctant daffa saw him cry zila prefers to go into the room, sitting on the balcony of the room enjoying the morning sun, while staring at the multi-storey building around his residence, he said,

"sadly why let's be ready to go to the market"

"sad" there was no response and Daffa realized his wife was sobbing there

"sorry to me, I'm just kidding" Zila was made to cry and cover her face, the more guilty she felt

"honey, sorry"

"i just want to joke with you, I think you're angry just for a moment, sorry if I'm outrageous with the joke

"Daffaa" zila stretched out her arms, hinting Daffa into his arms, Daffa clutched his sobbing wife's body tightly, letting her calm down, without asking anything, Daffa broke his embrace after realizing that Zila was no longer crying, removing traces of tears on his wife's face

"I'm sorry, yeah"

"sayaaang" daffa hugged Zila again, so his wife was crying because she was moved not because she was upset, it was precisely the zila speech that made her remember how bad her treatment was to zila, cold Daffa, and the love of Zila, no matter the zila, the bodo was very much with everything the zila did for him, and now that everything had improved, his wife had to cry to see the current condition of her household.

" hust, it's yah__ don't cry anymore"

"I don't dream daf, you really my husband daf, this is real right, I'm no longer fantasizing daf, Please if this is a dream I beg you not wake me daf, please don't wake me daf, this dream is so beautiful and feels real"

"honey, you're not this dream I'm your husband"

"Daffaa" Zila raised her face while looking at Daffa and then re-embraced Daffa

"i don't know how to apologize to you anymore, all my past, so outrageous, that you feel like all my attention to you isn't real, how evil I was to you, sorry I'm Zil, sorry"

zila shook her head in Daffa's arms, squeezing the strong back of Daffa's clothes, she said,

"well don't cry anymore, what if we walk the road, want to go to the mall not"

"want" replied zila with a hoarse voice

"it's ready first"

Daffa stretched out his arms, staring at the moist face of his wife in tears

"oh my beautiful wife, this gemesin, if crying so ugly tau "

"i'm ko so crybaby gini yah daf, dikit nangis, wrong little cry"

"dear papa, crying is natural, sometimes we need to cry to relieve the feeling of tightness in the chest, what else you will be pregnant, hormonal factors, so naturally if you cry, cry, but I don't have the heart to see you cry, I think you've had enough tears come out because of my old attitude, now I just want you to be happy, always"

zila embraced Daffa again, very tightly

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"well, how pretty you are"

"beautiful, if the person is already beautiful, whatever it will look beautiful"

I don't know, maybe now the zila cheeks have been flushed like boiled crabs. zila so misbehaved himself in his making, zila grabbed a slim bag on the nightstand, and, passed first leaving the daffa that had been waiting for him to prepare.

"sadly wait, the person from earlier her husband waited for loh ko even in staying anyway" Daffa's nagging annoyed

Daffa walked beside the zila, putting together their fingers, while walking down the hallway of the apartment

"Daf, I want to have our own house, don't have to live in an apartment again, even if it's small"

in the zila-running car said so, gazing at every sight they passed, Daffa used his left hand to grasp the zila's hand

" you don't like living in an apartment"

"instead of not being at home, I want our house to have a yard, and I can plant flowers in front of it, Sunday we can sit down to drink tea there"

"God is full of desire for my beautiful wife"

"you really want a rich house how dear" continued Daffa

"a minimalist classic American style house that loh"

"Bismillah was yah"

zila nodded, smiling sweetly at Daffa, how much Daffa could melt seeing his dear wife smile so sweetly