Love Children Pesantren

Wife's Heart

14.00

Reyhan said to go, as he said yesterday, Syifa will come if his body is fit. But today is not fit, even added lemes. Since he doesn't want to bother already, it's better that he doesn't need to come along. Syifa also said you could go home at night, but don't go to night. He has set a time limit to return home at 8. That's enough. She told Reyhan that she would cook tonight, and they had to have dinner together at home. He also asked Reyhan for Henny's number.

He will fulfill his promise to slaughter the chicken and fry it. When evening came, Syifa walked to see the priest. His housekeeping.

"Here you are..."

The priest nodded and walked closer. "What's the non?"

"Can you help me?"

"Help what non."

"catch chicken. Then the chicken will be the priest slaughtered yes..."

"Oh yes, no."

"Well, you go straight to the backyard. The chicken is there. Later this gate I take care of."

"Lhoh non, sure non want to take care?"

"Yes, you go straight to the backyard. I'm waiting here."

"Oh yes ready for non." The priest replied with a small run towards the backyard. Syifa reached into his pocket, pulled out a cell phone and called someone. "Hello bi..."

"Bi,, later help the priest to catch the chicken yes bi, who knows the priest needs help. Then Syifa also made at the slaughter of his chicken, well spent at the slaughter please bi Nari pull out the feather. If it is clean later the chicken is directly cut into pieces so some parts.

Can you bi??"

"Oh yes non. Ready."

"For tonight, auntie don't have to cook. Syifa is cooking."

"Oh yes, no."

"Yes that's so bi. Syifa hang up. Thanks a lot bi... Assalamualaikum"

"Waalaikum salam."

•••••

The night after the Maghrib prayer, Syifa went straight to the kitchen to prepare everything. This was indeed pure cuisine, without being helped by Bi Narti. All Reyhan's favorite food he's prepared. Such as squid tongseng, sour vegetables, sambal terasi, tempe bacem, crispy shrimp and balado eggs. Added side foods such as fried tempeh, fried tofu, and do not forget the fried chicken.

Actually, even though his body was tired, he was forced to cook, so that tonight Reyhan could really eat his cooking alone with himself. One more thing that had forgotten, Reyhan also likes fried milkfish. Looks like he's got to fry her. Honestly, he never fried fish, but just try.

After the scales from the fish he made sure it was clean, Syifa immediately turned on the stove. Wait for the oil to heat up, then put four fish into the pan at once. He did not know for sure if cooking fish should be seasoned? If so what are the spices? Ah, he hasn't learned that. He just gave Baluran salt on it, how will it taste? Uh, he doubts that the fish will taste good.

A few moments arrived just popping fish eyes, causing oil to splash on his face. Surely Syifa was immediately surprised when the oil hit his forehead. So surprised even his hands up to hit the hot pan. He immediately ran away. "BI.....!!! BI NART...." His shouting.

"BIABI....!!"

"YES NON!!" Reply bi Narti from a distance. "What's the non?" Ask her.

"Bi please the fish is fried yes.I'm afraid."

"Oh yes, no."

"Sound..." The ringis feels pain in the forehead and hands. "Ah, traumatized I fried fish." He muttered annoyed and immediately walked towards the room. Applying antibiotic cream ointment on his forehead as well as his hands. And for her to change clothes for the better. If you wear this shirt, it smells sour. After finishing dressing Syifa immediately take ablution and perform prayers isya'.

Quickly he folded his face when he finished praying. He stared at the clock on the wall, it was eight o'clock over twenty minutes. Maybe Reyhan's on his way. In spirit, Syifa exited the room, descending downstairs. Make sure everything is ready. The fish that is fried bi Narti is also already there. Good, now he's waiting.

Syifa sat on the living room sofa. He sent a message to Reyhan.

20.23 Where else? Is it on the way? The food is ready, Syifa wait...

Scripting.

Waiting for him to put the hijab and put it on. His gaze was directed at the window, then checked if the message had been

read it? Not yet, well he'll wait.

Fifteen minutes passed but Reyhan had not yet arrived. Syifa stood up and walked towards the dining table, tidying up all the food to make it orderly. Five minutes later, Reyhan did not return home. Syifa opened her phone screen, but the message was not read either. He took a picture of the food on the table and sent it to Reyhan.

Mas,, it's all ready. Spots home.

Write again.

He tried to wait. Thirteen minutes because it had not come yet, and the message had not been read, Syifa decided to call. Rang. But not lifted. He called back a second time. Same, his phone is active but also not

in lift.

Syifa squeezed his fingers. Did Reyhan forget? Or he's doing something. A few minutes later Syifa remembered that she had asked Reyhan for Henny's number. Fortunately, he saved. In a quick motion he called Henny. In lift.

"Assalamualaik."

"Greetings waalaikum..."

"Hen, it's me Syifa."

"Oh mbak Syifa. What's wrong, mbak?"

"Your business is finished yet? Where are you guys still?"

"Oh, that's why. It was finished from earlier. Here we are again at the restaurant. Why mbak?"

Syifa was silent for a long time. Reyhan had completely forgotten it. "Yes, that's it."

"But mbak, Reyhan has come home. This is me just the same Dimas doang."

"You guys been there a long time? Or new?"

"We've been here a long time. This is we're going home too."

"Yes that's it. Thanks to hen. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

They've been there a long time, but Reyhan's been home. If he had come home from earlier, he should have reached home. Or he had eaten there and had just gone home ahead of them.

Syifa stepped towards the window. Looked at the quiet looking courtyard of his house. Whatever it is, he's disappointed. Even though his body was tired, he was still able to cook so that the two of them could eat together, spending the meal together. Until his hands and forehead got hurt like this. Forget about injuries, at least answer and pick up the phone from him. The phone is active.

Syifa opened the door, she stepped towards the guard post near the gate of her house. She thought Reyhan was full, so she no longer needed dinner with him. "Pastor." Call Syifa.

"Oh yes, no."

"Sir, have you eaten yet?"

"Udah non."

"But her stomach is hungry?"

"Hehe's not good enough."

"Wanna eat??"

"May be non?"

"Yes, you can sir. I went into the house, I cooked a lot. In the end, too, papa."

"But this is the gate that guards who's not?"

"Do not take care of papa, just for a moment doang really."

The priest smiled happily. "Yes non. I'm going inside first."

"Yes. Eat until you're full, sir."

"Oh ready non." Reply to the priest with a thumbs up.

Syifa let out a soft sigh, she walked closer towards the gate. His eyes were pointing all the way, but Reyhan's car wasn't yet visible.

•••••

21.15

His eyes continued to look at his hand that had been accidentally hit by a frying pan. Won't he appreciate a little of his effort? Syifa turned her head, she stood up and revealed the curtains in her bedroom window. From above, a black car enters his yard. Reyhan's coming. The man seemed to rush into the house.

Quickly Syifa closed the curtains again, turned off the lights and lay down on the mattress. Pulling a blanket and pretending to sleep. Before long, there was a sound of the door opening, footsteps getting clearer and closer. Syifa changed her sleeping position to the side. Deflect Reyhan.

"Fa..."

"Shyifa..." Call Reyhan again.

"Aren't you eating malem together?"

"No!" Answer Syifa coldly.

"Why?"

"Think of it yourself!"

"Fa, I know I'm late. Sorry yeah..."

Syifa breathed an annoyed breath.

"Not in sorry!"

"Why did it change??"

"Change what?"

Syifa woke up, positioning her body towards Reyhan. "Syifa told me that Syifa is going to cook tonight. Why eat at a restaurant?"

"Gue hasn't eaten at all fa..."

"Lied!! Henny's same Dimas was in the restaurant, meaning mas was there too! Why did you intentionally forget what? Appreciate the little cake. Syifa is tired of cooking a lot!"

"They went to the restaurant, but I didn't. When it's all over, I go straight home."

"Rusan mas after what time?"

"Over eight hours."

"If it's eight, why did nine come home?? Why that long?"

"So on the road it's totally jammed because there was an accident."

"That?? Why is Syifa's phone picking up? Syifa's chat isn't on the bales either."

Reyhan. He took his phone, it was true there were two missed calls from Syifa. "Gue never open the phone, and when you call, you again get out of the car to check the streets. Just want to find a shortcut can't fa..."

Syifa. Looking at Reyhan. Find the truth from the man's eyes. "Keep the mas haven't eaten yet?"

"He ate with the priest. Before the side dish, it really runs out."

"You ain't eating?"

"No! Syifa ga laper!" He replied in a still cold tone and then lay back to close his eyes. For a while, Syifa heard a splash of water in the bathroom. He sat his body. Look at the bathroom lights that are on. "Ga so eat??" Mumbled asked. "What if it hurts? Syifa is also difficult. Sok sok an do not want to eat, but yes I am sure very mas Reyhan must be laper. But yes it is just aja, why also wrong yourself late home. Just try if from there he went home before eight, as little as until the house will not be this slow."

•••••

09.14

"Fa..." Call Reyhan.

"Hm."

"Later in the afternoon I'll take Lo."

"Where?"

"To somewhere. Wanna?"

Syifa glanced at Reyhan. "Where is it?"

"But want to?"

Syifa. "Are the two, is there anything else?"

"Just two."

Syifa was silent again. "Yes." Yeah." Answer Syifa. "What time?"

"Four afternoons."

"Hm! Did you eat last night?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Ga same to you."

"Keep if it's not the same Syifa why?"

"Ga wants to."

"Why is it? Do not do it dong, how will it hurt?"

Reyhan smiled faintly. "If I'm sick, you have to take care of me."

"Hmh.that's the name likes to trouble people!!" Ketus Syifa's.

•••••

15.53

Syifa immediately walked over and sat down at her dressing table after finishing her bath. She began to apply one by one make up to her face, just giving her a thin touch. Because she prefers natural makeup than menor menor. A few minutes, all of her face was already polished by make up. Starting from the eyes, lips, cheeks, eyebrows and other parts of the face. She smiles.

"Beautiful.heemm, Henny has lost." Proudly muttered.

She arranged her hijab to make it neater, then stood up. Looked at him who was ready to leave.

Drrrr.

Syifa looked towards the sofa. He observed Reyhan's phone ringing, his eyes pointing at the toilet. Reyhan's in the shower, does he need to pick up the phone? Alright...

He walked over to the sofa, picked up Reyhan's phone. Seeing the name on the phone screen made his heart become irritated. Henny again Henny again, what's he doing?

Syifa stared dejectedly at the name, if she did not love the hape her husband had been slammed first. Why did the girl call Reyhan? Not satisfied all night with her husband.

The ringing of the phone stopped, but soon from that the ring again rang. With the same caller name as the beginning. Syifa. He deliberately let the ringing of the phone stop by itself.

Han...

A message was sent from Henny.

Have you left yet?

Han, this afternoon it's not so. Schedule's off...

"What schedule? Why would this afternoon do him?" Syifa was wondering.

"Fa..."

Syifa's attention was distracted.

"Mas, this was Henny calling." Syifa handed Reyhan's phone.

Reyhan quickly picked it up, read the message sent by Hanny and walked out. It seemed like she wanted to call the woman, but she did not want to be in front of her.

A few minutes Reyhan came back in. "Fa..sorry this afternoon is not so."

Syifa furrowed her brows. "Ga so what?"

"Go."

"Huh why? Syifa has dandan lhoh mas, look at this! G-so time??!"

"Yes, said Henny..."

"Yes, Henny is the one who wants to!" Cut Syifa. "Don't tell me tonight I'm going to go with Henny again because there's business??"

"Not a fa.."

"Certain why? You can't let Syifa be disappointed! Why has changed since I got home! The unconscious? Time to go home, more time to take care of what is the same Henny. Frequent calls with Henny, frequent chat an. Do you think Syifa's heart?!" Reply Syifa emotions. "Yesterday dinner with ga so, for reasons of mas that's what. I don't know how tired Syifa is cooking for mas, until she gets hot oil Syifa doesn't care! Butwhat?? Keep going, today the promise to take Syifa away. Syifa has been dancing and I think gini, suddenly said not so again! Appreciate dong mas!"

Angrily Syifa stepped towards the wardrobe to pick up her home shirt, walking into the bathroom. She wanted to cry, but she didn't! Even if there is an intention Henny who is not not about his family, not himself who should cry but the girl.

Syifa immediately changed her clothes, removing all the makeup on her face with water. After she calmed down a bit, Syifa opened the door. His eyes looked at Reyhan who was picking up one of the books on the small bookshelf in the room attached to the wall.

Somehow how to pick it up, once grab a few fallen books at once. Syifa quickly walked over and helped to clean it up. His eyes were fixed on the book in his hand. That 'Henny' is on the front cover of the book.

Seeing that Reyhan immediately took the book out of Syifa's hands. "You don't have to, let me." Her speech.

Syifa was silent, she was shaking her head. Disappointed, sad, it feels like his heart is saturated to see the name and writing of Henny in this house.

•••••

Right after praying Isya' congregate, the syifa immediately folds the face. He wants to leave tonight.

"Mas, Syifa said she wanted to go."

"Where?"

"To papa's apartment. Can you?"

"When are you home?"

"don't know. Can you?"

Reyhan nodded.

"If it's laper, Syifa's ready at the dinner table."

"Hm."

Syifa reached out, then kissed Reyhan's hand. "Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam. Want me anterin?"

"Ga. Syifa went by herself, besides I've also taken an online taxi."

"Yes already. Take care."

Syifa nodded.

He walked out of the room. His feet continued to walk down the courtyard of his house.

"Priest, open the gates sir."

"Oh yes, no." Answer the priest. "Where are you going, non?"

"To papa's apartment."

"Only?"

"Yes sir."

"Yes already, please non..." Said the priest when the gate was opened by him.

"Thank you sir."

"The same..."

Fortunately outside, the online taxi message has arrived. So he didn't have to bother waiting. With certainty Syifa got into the car, before long the car began to drive to the destination.

His eyes looked towards the window, the dim light of the street lights was so beautiful tonight. I don't feel her tears just flowing. I felt that Reyhan's attitude had changed. Actually he didn't want to

to his papa's apartment, tonight he wants to stay at the hotel. Just let Reyhan be confused looking for him, as long as he can't keep and limit his relationship with Henny. Whether just a friend or what, still he must have limits, however a husband must try to keep his wife's heart.

He left also not to avoid trouble, just wanted to calm down. He can't be at home, especially when he hears Henny's name. Uh.heat is his heart. If it was in his papa's apartment, he would have been asked this question. It was also impossible for him to answer honestly. And surely his heart had not been completely calm there.

At the hotel, he only wanted to stay two days. He'll be home before Reyhan leaves for work again. At least he came home calm. There is no anxiety, nor sadness, nor disappointment. He also had brought some clothes that if enough he put in a sling bag. Fortunately his sling bag was quite large. Let your heart and mind be at ease from tonight, tomorrow, and the next night.

•••••

Woman

It does not require an appointment, but proof,

It requires no hope, but certainty,

Same with my wife,

Want to be noticed, not ignored,

Want to be prioritized, not in the duakan number,

It hurts when you realize that you are not important to someone you trust.

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