
The celebration of the seven-monthly flush ritual was carried out smoothly, attended by several neighbors around the shophouse where Lamiah lived all this time. Completed the presence of four employees who work in his salon. Not to forget some loyal customers of the Lamiah salon also deigned to come on the occasion.
All kinds of food from snacks, drinks, and heavy foods like dishes at a wedding seem to be presented in full in large quantities.
The dishes are full, delicious and everything is delicious. The decoration of the place in the event of excessive souvenirs spectacular. Because Mattew has spent a lot of money for this non-mandatory event.
Very inversely proportional to the appearance of women wrapped in batik clothes closing up to the chest and wearing a vest from the braid of jasmine buds. Very beautiful and add to the charm of pregnant women is getting up the level of beauty.
The clothes look beautiful, also in line with the batik Irsam wear, all by Mattew. But not with the eyes of both.
There is their smile on every guest who comes to pray for their future baby. But not between the two. If, the faces of the two faced each other, then their smiles immediately stopped, stiff. And not friendly in it.
They are like couples who are forcibly married without love. Like two people who don't know each other, like strangers. Though it is a seven-monthly ritual of the baby, the fruit of love of their relationship during this time.
Team crew photos were quite difficult to direct the style and repeatedly asked for smiles from the faces of the two people who had been crazy in the business of loving each other.
Don't ask Lilis who is acting actively to regulate this, and that's when they do a photo. It was as if she was an all-fair and tender-hearted queen who was very happy for the event.
Irsam is certainly just acting, he doesn't hate that much with Lamiah. Instead he was very embarrassed, when he came and sat with his wife just knew to sit. Without knowing how big an event that was called for his wife. Mattew's offering was not who his wife was, nor the father of the baby in the womb.
Lamiah was tired, not because of the long ritual. But more on feeling pain because it holds the heart pain from now on. After all, that love was once blazing great. It can't be that easy as he forgot about Irsam. After all, they are still husband and wife.
Guests are home, the event is over by 2pm. Some decorating teams have started to arrive to restore the atmosphere as before. Tomorrow they open the salon again.
Lamiah sat on her feet, straightening her legs when she felt sore.
"Miah... have you eaten baby?" asked Mama Irsam who always paid attention to her second daughter-in-law.
"Not yet ma. No taste." Lamiah answered a little slowly to endure her fatigue.
"Irsam, take Miah to the room. Mama's gonna bring her food upstairs." Irsam's mother orders her son. There was a sharp glint that Lilis had runnuskan towards her mother-in-law. But just a glance. Then choose to go home first, because the thought on Adilla who he lived.
"Miah. mbak permission to go home first yes. Poor old Adilla at staying." Pamit Lilis on her honey who still seemed to grimace in pain.
"Mas, go home with mom. Lis first, Assalamualaikum." His kiss on Isram's lips as a sign of goodbye.
"Moskalamic. Be careful on the road." Sahut Irsam accompanied his first wife away from Lamiah shophouse. Then he approached his second woman.
"Don't help ya." Said Irsam who immediately memapah Miah to their room up.
Lamiah had no choice, because he was so tired that he was so miserable. So just resigned, when Irsam carried his body to the room.
Lamiah was made to sit leaning on the dashboard of their bed.
"May you help me change your clothes so you don't get hot?" ask Irsam politely.
Slowly also without the desire Irsam really only intend to help his wife to leave the clothes and other attributes that make Lamiah more tired just bear it all.
"Thank you bang." He said slowly after now he was already wearing home clothes.
"Excuse me. Mama entered ya." mama Irsam's voice from outside and immediately barged in without waiting for an answer from those inside.
The woman smiled as she looked at Lamiah who had already seen her brilex from her appearance earlier.
"You should eat, Miah. Want to bribe mom or husband?" the question was thrown carelessly by Irsam's mother to Lamiah who did not like this situation.
"Miah eats alone." Answer Lamiah slowly.
Her in-laws are not matchmakers like to force things, so she handed over a plate of rice and side dishes earlier for Lamiah to start enjoying her late lunch.
"I'm sorry. I can ask for help." pinta Lamiah is not clear on who, because in her room her husband and in-laws are still there to make sure she spends her food.
"What can you help?" respond to Irsam quickly.
"Please get my phone in the bag." point it at the small bag hanging near her clothes.
"Attent." Replied Irsam as he approached the place Lamiah pointed at earlier.
"It." Irsam thrust the phone at Lamiah who had already finished eating it quickly.
"Thank you." Lamiah said, right as if they are strangers who do not know each other let alone love.
Mama Irsam really feel uncomfortable alone to see the strain of the relationship between the child and his second daughter-in-law. Suddenly his heart felt a little regret, why ask Lilis to try to take off this honey.
Maybe Lilis and her mother-in-law are one frequency, first angry, hate also worried if Lamiah is the second type of woman in general. The one who wants to rightly dominate the love of her husband, who wants to kick the first wife, who wants to rule her property. In essence, want to be number one in terms of attention, affection and anything from her husband.
But why after it feels different. Lamiah did love Irsam, but did not try to dominate even the tendency to give up. Lamiah needed treasure, but he chose to make his own work to earn money.
Is it really Lamiah's goal to actually just want a little place in her husband's heart?
What's wrong with Lamiah if Irsam's love is actually greater without him asking.
Then, why did Lamiah have to suffer and retreat?
Is there no time, where everything can be re-examined. Divorce is not the only way.
...Seriate......