Love With Candidates

Call from Naina.

After eating together, Aisyah and Damar decided to go home.

Alya and Satria are now back alone. Alya washes the dishes of the family's former meal, and Satria helps arrange them on the shelf.

"Already Mas, let me alone, mending you complete the task for the thesis"

"It's okay I want to help, let it finish sooner.you also have to learn."

Alya just smiled, letting the stubborn Satria.

While engrossed in the kitchen, suddenly Satria's phone rings. "Mas, your phone sounds like that."

"Who else? it must be Dewo." said Satria.

"Well, who knows what's important."

Satria wiped her hands and took the cell phone in the room.

"Hallo, who?" ask Satria. Because the one who called him a new number.

"Hallo, Satria. Why are you?"

"Naaina! we know my number?"

"Satria, you forgot yes, you're a papa clerk, so all your identidas are in the office."

"Oh yeah I forgot." Satria scratched her non-itchy hair. Alya looked at her husband who was on the phone, occasionally throwing a smile from a distance.

"Satria, I just want to thank you, you know that on the road was very hot, so I made a little meaning you made anterin."

"Yes, it's okay."

"Oh yes Sat, what are you doing tonight? if you are not busy want me to eat dinner, because I have no friends who are familiar here, then you just."

"Oh, dinner yes, sorry! I can't, I've eaten a lot of it. Now thanks very much."

"Duh very dear yes, but I was boring really nie."

"Why don't you take Bang Arka."

"You're how Sat is, want to come out with you, but instead tell go with bang Arka."

"Yes, since I can't possibly get you, I'm married to Nay."

"Hahaha, you're kidding me yes, I can't believe it, Satria you think I'm an easy kid you're a fool."

"Naina, I'm married, so I can't play as I please, there are responsibilities that I have to fulfill. There's a heart I have to take care of."

"Let you believe, I call my wife yes" challenged Satria.

"By where your wife is, I want to talk."

"Alya, here, baby. Someone wants to know you." Satria raised one arm asking Alya to come closer.

"Who Mas." Alya who just took off the apron immediately approached her husband.

"His name is Naina, she's Mr. Arya's son, which I told you about this afternoon. Now he's my office buddy, too."

"Naaina? So Mr. Arya's son is a woman Mas."

Alya now remembered one thing, so Satria had delivered a girl this afternoon and allowed herself to wait at the campus gate by herself.

Alya took the phone from Satria's hand, hesitantly saying a few words. "Hallo Mbak Nai how are you?"

"My news is good, how are you? oh yeah, are you really Satria's wife?"

"Yes, I'm his wife.we just got married two months ago."

"Well congratulations, newlyweds, so can't wait to see you, Satria's wife must be beautiful."

"Mbak must also be very beautiful, all the women in this world are beautiful Ma'am" said Alya trying to be wise.

"Yayaya, you're right, women must be beautiful, if new men are handsome." licked Naina. "Do you know what your name is?"

"Could call me Alya, Ma'am."

"Oh yes, I still want to clean up, Mommy still wants to talk to my husband again?" ask Alya.

Father returned Satria's phone with a sullen look, Satria felt a bad feeling. Alya looks jealous.

Satria immediately turned off her phone, she did not speak even a word. And chased Alya into the guest room.

"Alya, what's wrong with you?" Satria felt Alya's attitude suddenly change.

"I'm fine, Mas why not say from the beginning that Mr. Arya's son is a girl."

"Aren't you asking? Some mas do not cover anything from you Alya, the proof I tell you the truth whatever I did last afternoon, there is nothing I cover again with our status, if I am married."

Alya was speechless, it was just that she could not help her tears from dripping.

"But he has a similar taste to you, Mom."

"Where do you know?"

"I'm sure he took you out to dinner."

"I rejected it."

Alya was more and more stunned while sitting on the edge of the bed, while Satria stood while leaning against the door frame.

Seeing his beloved wife crying for no reason, Satria is at a loss as to what she should do.

Satria approached Alya and bowed, grabbed both shoulders as white as milk, while staring at the eyeballs that he had always admired.

"I just love you."

"But I'm not sure you're going to stick with every temptation out there, Mom."

Wearing his wife's black hair lovingly. "Remember Alya, the wife said do'a. Pray well so I can get through it all. I need you to stand by me, give me strength every step of the way. Not tears like this. Not by continuing to suspect me.

"But Mas, you are also human, I fear you will make the same mistake as Mas Aditya did. I wouldn't be able to do it if all that happened. I couldn't bear any more painful wounds. If there's ever a you who's a cure for my wounds, but tomorrow ...."

"God your mind is too far away, if your fear makes you hurt and keep crying, let me stop tomorrow."

Satria hugged his wife tightly.Alya's cry grew hysterical on Satria's shoulder.

"Snorts, I'm sleepy, let's go to sleep."

"I'm not sleepy."

"If that's with me. Just sit by my side"

"No way, I'm angry with you, Mom. Because it's too late to say that the boss's son is a girl."

"Yes I'm sorry." Enclosed Alya's body and brought to the place of the dispute that is next to the guest room.

Alya leaned against the side of the bed while Satria sat in front of her, rubbing her wet wife's eyes.

"If you continue like this. All right, tomorrow I'll find another job." Satria pulled a blanket to cover Alya's body to the chest. Then lay down beside his wife.

Satria soon fell asleep. Alya is saddened Satria tonight misses the ritual she always does before falling asleep.

Alya chose to read the article on her mobile phone, about how to make a partner love her woman very much and avoid actors.

Many useful tips that Alya got. Such as making the husband always impressed with the wife so that there is no intention of cheating, especially providing service when eating, in bed and wherever that might be important.if the husband feels himself treated special, especially if he is not, then he would reply to her much more special.

"Not sleeping either. Put the phone down, your eyes hurt." Satria took Alya's phone and put it on the nightstand. His wife's tiny body into the arms and they are both now in the shade of the same blanket.

"You didn't ask for it tonight?"

"I'm afraid you refuse, your mood will be bad."

"Who said I'm fine, Mas. I'm sorry if I'm childish."

"So tonight can I ask for nieh?" Satria immediately got up and looked excited.

"By Mas, that's your right, as long as I'm not in the way we can ask for it at any time." Satria kissed the top of his wife's fragrant head.

Satria then pulled Alya's hand into the blanket, touching her on the hardened saccule basoka like a security guard's club. "Since I haven't slept, she didn't want to sleep until she met the beautiful."

Alya smiled at the new name for hers.