Love Because of Obligation

Love Because of Obligation
Dilanda Worry



"How's it working, ma'am?" aira asked while serving a cup of coffee and jam bread when Anwar arrived home.


"Faith, Alhamdulillah, sales this month are increasing..." Anwar unbuttoned his shirt to make it looser.


"Maas,,, "


"Don...."


they both spoke after a moment of silence sitting on the long sofa in the room facing out the glass window. To make them free to arrange the outside scenery and for Anwar whose power is only until the door of the room was already accustomed to it.


"You said what the hell Ai..kok immediately silent ..." Anwar stared at Aira's face trying to find something hidden, because Aira's eyes would never lie.


"There's nothing, first of all... " Aira averted her gaze while taking out a piece of bread and stuffing it into her mouth.


"Mas just wants Arsyad where, I miss seeing his laughter...''


"hek...that's all I do to use the serious look of everything...?" thought Aira.


"Ooo.... Again in the carrier Sifa, since the mas go to work Arsyad cry continues, after being put on a swing by the new father calm him.


"Mas, I'm gonna take a shower, while Arsyad's with Sifa..." Aira asked for permission and immediately stood up but "auww.." there was a needle on the edge of the sofa that concerned Aira's negligee.


Aira almost fell down, fortunately Anwar quickly caught his body. With one hand embracing Aira's shoulder and her left hand holding her hip the gaze of their eyes formed a straight line.


Their eyes looked at each other finding their own thoughts. With a chuckle Anwar teased inviting Aira to take a bath together.


"You took a bath together. We haven't __" for a long time"


"Mas, don't. I'm no longer holy, since I've been using contraceptives I've been bleeding..." Anwar took his hand off Aira's waist.


"Your impression is getting thinner and thinner Ai." he said.


"Mas, forgive me. "inner Airas has stood by bending his face with both palms.


"Ai, I was going to tell you, "Anwar was calmly standing in front of the window, staring out there, his hands folded in his chest.


"Maas.. don't say that, I can really take a job and take care of Arsyad after all mother will be willing to ask to take care of Arsyad..." Aira rejected Anwar's request subtly.


"Yes, but I don't want to bother you, Ai..."


"Later discussed again, mas, I want to take a shower first. Arsyad will soon be hungry..." Aira did not want to linger arguing with her baper husband.


Aira immediately performed her bathing ritual considering that it had been almost two hours Arsyad with Sifa. since Aira came home from school and the mother went to follow the father to the rice field, Sifa carried Arsyad to her room.


The jovial and vibrant Sifa makes Arsyad happier with her onty than with her own mother Aira.


Finished performing the magrib prayer, all the Samsuardi extended family gathered at the dinner table. Moved the dishes that Bu Lela cooked with her two girls into their stomachs to provide a night rest.


After all the men in the house went to the family room, Arsyad was also in Anwar's carrying. stay only mother and Aira who clean the table and wash the cutlery because Sifa who is already in 3rd grade must learn.


"Ra, you should never quit your lecture and honor you, what use are you in college if you are not a teacher, is not that your mind since long ago..." mom lifted the dish Aira was washing.


"Hah..k mother can know.." asked Aira's heart.where do you know, did Anwar say so same mother, mind I want to be an accountant instead of a teacher. thought Aira.


Aira looked at the mother with a small smile not wanting to make the mother disappointed, but she also had to obey her husband who would guarantee the future of her small household.


Aira was rightly struck by the anxiety between her husband and mother. Both are equally paradise, but since ijab Qabul her heavenly marriage will be greater to her husband and the father of her son who is now beginning to live the meaning of togetherness.


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