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My forehead shriveled when I first entered the room, I saw Mas Farhan as if he was in confusion looking for something. Starting from dismantling the contents of the bedside nightstand, lifting pillows and bolsters in the bed, uncovering blankets and dismantling some clothes that are folded on the side of the bed, then to the HP charger place on the left side of the ornamental table.

“Mas, search what?”

I approached my husband. He then stopped his search, then turned to look at me. Which makes me even more surprised, when he saw the look of his face looks upset.

“Where are you from? I searched for nothing.”

Mas Farhan looking for me? Tumbens.

Just astonished by Mas Farhan's unusual attitude again this time, the chants of Istighfar slowly began to pour from my lips when I realized what I had done wrong earlier.

“Sorry, Mom. I was with Mas Reza. I want to say goodbye to you, but you don't know where.” is

“Mas Reza again, Mas Reza again.”

I who was initially concerned about the situation of Mas Farhan who was like frustrated because of losing something, suddenly returned incoherent to hear his his hissing. Wanting to crack hard to show annoyance, but consciously should not be so to the husband himself. Karma because of the same husband.

I looked at his face. “Mas. Umpah, deh. Why the hell, from yesterday you are very sensitive with Mas Reza?” I try to make my voice sound slow, even though it feels so bad.

"Yes, sorry. I didn't mean it, though." Mas Farhan turned his eyes back in another direction after saying that.

"What's Mas Farhan looking for, anyway?"

Mas Farhan turned back. “HP me where?”

"HP what, Mas?"

"HP. Cell phones, devices-"

"Yes, know. What is the difference between HP, mobile phones and mobile phones? Not a cell phone?" Patience, Najwa. Don't be hard on your husband. "Em, sorry, Mas. I mean, why are you asking me? That, Mas. I don't know."

“So morning I told you to chas-kan my HP, ‘kan, before I came out? You didn't hear?”

Astarghfirullah's.

I patted the jidat. “Duh, sorry, Mas. I heard that. But forgot.” I smiled thinly, not feeling good with him. Especially when I found Mas Farhan breathing. He then sat leaning against a chair near the ornamental table, and closed his eyes for a moment.

Duh, what a pity. Mas Farhan must be very tired.

“Continue now where is his HP?” Mas Farhan's voice sounded slow.

“Well, there it is. I didn't see you, Mas. Keburu called Mbak Diva, ask to help buy cooking ingredients to the market. So go directly to Mas Reza.”

Mas Farhan rubbed his face, then sighed again. A tired roar was increasingly evident on his face. How long has it been, anyway, Mas Farhan looking for his phone? He straightened up, then got back up and moved to several places around the room. Every now and then she kept quiet, seemingly remembering where she put her phone last time. Long enough he pecked, next to his hand moved—tracked waist. Makes me fail to focus because his pose makes him look more handsome.

God, what kind of wife am I? Her husband was confused and stared at her pose. No intention of helping or anything. Looks like Mas Farhan is also tired times, huh. That's why there's no interest in getting angry.

“A-ada, Mas.”

“That means I want to borrow your HP. I want to misscall my HP.”

Duh, where's my brain traveling, huh? Why not concentrate like this?

Immediately I pocketed my skirt and handed it to Mas Farhan, because my phone was not password-less. Easy access to it.

“Why, Mas?” I asked when I saw Mas Farhan petrified when I first saw my phone. Something's wrong, huh? However, he just turned his head without answering anything. It made me wonder why he suddenly stopped. I let him, because it's already starting to re-scroll my phone screen. Until one memory jolts me.

Well, my HP wallpaper with a photo of Mas Farhan. Die me. That must have been what Mas Farhan was doing. But why didn't Mas Farhan protest, huh?

In silence I bit my lip. Despite the fear, afraid Mas Farhan suddenly spoke what, better to be quiet. Assume you know nothing. It seems like he also started calling her number, heard from the sound of a connected phone line. I kept quiet, staring at him who was still typing back and forth on the phone screen, listening to the sound of the phone connection connected or not, but there was no sound of the phone ringing around the room.

“Mas, where have you been, anyway? There is no such thing as it, Mas.”

He put a cell phone to his ear, then shook his head.

“This is what I helped you find, Mas.” I asked him for my phone, but he was still busy looking at me pretty closely. “Already, Mas. You just rest first.you must be tired from just looking for your phone. Let me help.” He handed me my phone back. I helped him rest in bed, and then I went out of the room to look for his phone. Who knows, he was sitting on the front porch, or the front room of the house.

Once in the front room with the phone stuck to the ear and still trying to call Mas Farhan's number, it turned out to be nonexistent. I was getting frustrated looking for him where. Even I got to the kitchen and near the bathroom, who knows he forgot to leave it right to the face wash or what was. But still there is no. Until I don't know what call, someone picked up my phone. I smiled as well as heaved a sigh of relief knowing.

“Halo, who is this, yes?” I was stunned when I heard the voice of the woman who picked up Mas Farhan's phone. Almost this phone fell, if only I don't remember that this phone, the precious phone given by Mas Reza.

“Sorry, Ma'am. It's my husband's phone how can it be on Ma'am, huh? Whose mom?”

Although this feeling was mixed, the sound felt like it could not come out because the neck suddenly choked, I tried to spread myself. Who would not be surprised when calling her husband, but who raised even a woman. Not suuzan's intention, but anxiety is definitely inevitable. I breathed a strong breath, then exhaled slowly to relax myself.

“Lah, this is Ma'am Najwa?”

My forehead shrinks. Who's that girl, anyway? Why does he know my name?

“That, Mas Farhan had a chance to chat with me, Ma'am. Maybe he forgot that his HP was left in the garden beside the house. So I brought it, deh. The plan wants me to give directly to Mas Farhan.”

The roar of tears without being asked slowly flowed, wetting the cheeks. The hand holding this phone was shaking as a result of the crying that began to burst. This time I knew who this woman was talking to.

...***...

Guess who picked up Mas Farhan's phone.

Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Monday, 9 August 2021