Love Without But

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The old building with a model of a house or commonly called a Javanese house looks gloomy. Probably because it has been left empty for three years without any occupants. In the front and side yard we see weeds dangling which are left to extend unkempt. The side walls of the house without paint make the building look weathered.

Mas Agung parked the motorcycle right in front of the door of the house. Then he invited me into the old house. I also tailed behind although at first it seemed hesitant to step foot following the Great Mas into.

Just a few steps away, the musty smell of dust left thickly attached to all the walls and furniture felt piercing the sense of smell. My reflex was to close my nose using the tip of the hijab. Spider nests seemed to fill every corner of the room. What makes me not bear the smell of stinging dirt that turns out to come from a swarm of bats that look a lot hanging on the ceiling of the roof of the house.

The large four-bedroom house was left without anyone to clean and care for it for years. The floor of the house is no longer visible shape and its form is covered with thick ash.

To just sit there is no place that can be used, because all the items and furniture of the house look filled with thick dust. Especially to be able to lie down and straighten the back and legs. Though I feel this body has been very eager to be invited to take a break from fatigue because it has been a few hours ago around looking for rent.

"It's like this, Dek, ready not to stay here?" tanya Mas Agung.

"Do not know, brother. But if you remember the talk of Mbak Sukma was Adek males if you have to go back and stay in the house again. While the contract is also not nemu." I answered confusedly.

"How do you want to keep going?"

"If we can, we don't have to go back there anymore."

"You want to live in this empty house right now?" tanya Mas Agung's.

"Yes, what more than having to go back home there."

"Then we have to start cleaning and tidying up the contents of this house now," he asked later.

I just nodded my head weakly. Take advice from him.

We began sweeping and mopping the floor of the room and some rooms so that it can be used immediately to rest.

"What do you want to fill the front room in the back, Dek?" The Great gave me a choice.

"It seems more comfortable filling the room behind me Kak, so that you are close to the kitchen and bathroom."

The floor of the room, kitchen and bathroom was dipel up to several times by Mas Agung using a wash brush and water that was immediately sprayed. Because if you only use the mop cloth the results will not be clean optimally.

After shoulder to shoulder cleaning and tidying up some rooms. Mas Agung invited me to take clothes that had not been brought to the house we would occupy.

Both of Mas Agung's parents were surprised when his son expressed his intention to move and live in an empty house with me. At first the mother held back and did not allow us to live in a house that had been left empty for a long time. But, after the Great Mas gave a strong reason and continued to persuade the mother. Finally, the half-century-old woman was breeding and allowed to give freedom to the child and his daughter-in-law.

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I opened my eyes slowly. This hand felt the bed on the side. Looking for a figure who slept with me after Zuhur's time. But what I was looking for was nowhere. Samar was heard by my auditory senses like someone was brushing clothes from the bathroom.

I took off the blanket I was wearing. With high curiosity I began to get out of bed and then walked slowly towards the voice that made this heart wonder.

I gasped when I saw the figure who looked struggling with a laundry tub of dirty clothes was the beloved husband.

"Nobody's a nyuc?" I half couldn't believe the view in front of me.

There are already several pieces of clothes that have been washed in rows hanging neatly in the clothesline.

"looks?" The Great behind her.

"Why wash now, brother? Kan, tomorrow morning can be washed."

"It's okay, Dek, pity Sister's wife if it comes to soy sauce for taking care of endless homework."

"That's it, isn't it, it's everyday Adek's job, brother."

"Not."

"Yes, our duty is together. The wife's job is the same as the husband's duty to be done both."

A feeling of hilarity and happiness filled the chest cavity when I heard the answer from my halal lover just now. His attitude and speech always made me feel that I was the happiest and luckiest wife on earth. Can get a life partner who in addition to being able to accept what is also always be glorifying wife.

Deep down my heart cries out for the infinite gratitude of the Khaliq who has given this self-ease way to meet a super life partner.

All that stinging, all that, wounds and tears that I had experienced because not infrequently with a single status I often heard the news of the wind that I was always a joke by people around and gave the nickname award to me as an unskilled spinster.

However, now it seems to pay off all the pain that I feel when myself is met with a partner in a short time. Although there should be some people who are disappointed.

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"Dhinil, who really did you let and tell your husband to wash his own big tub shirt like that?" The voice of Mbak Sukma surprised me enough to be faced with a mountain of iron.

Unbeknownst to me it turns out that the mother of two had entered the new house in the house. Maybe because the front door is closed and locked from the inside so that Madam Sukma turned the road and entered through the back door.

"Emh ... Dhinil had not told Mas Agung to nyuci, kok, Mbak, earlier Dhinil had told me to let the washing be postponed, but the Great Mas maksa, so Dhinil stayed for nyetrika." I replied stammering.

"For example, you!" mbak Sukma ketus.

I gasped and could only sit down. I can't stop thinking with the attitude of Mbak Sukma who always seems to dislike and cynical to him. Good attitude and sweetness Mbak Sukma only when I first came. After that, Mbak Sukma began to show his attitude that always makes me go awry.

"So wife, don't be lazy! don't spend much in the room. You have to be able to socialize with others. Especially you, right, the new guy here. Should be good at bringing yourself to be accepted and loved by people around here."  Ma'am Sukma folded his hands in front of his chest. Staring sharply at me who was getting busy with the ironing.

Precisely I am looking for busyness as much as possible so as not to be too rowdy facing the attitude of Mbak Sukma who always behave ketus.

It is not without reason the attitude of Mbak Sukma like that towards me. That's because he felt failed when Mas Agung refused to be betrothed to Niken, his friend who was considered already established and successful because he already had his own company, house and car with four wheels the results of his own hard work. Mbak Sukma is obsessed that Niken must be his sister-in-law and can marry Mas Agung. Long before Agung knew Ifa and then knew me.

"Eh, I've got, when are you here?" tanya Mas Agung saw his sister was already inside the house.

"Bak told mom to eat for you, tuh!" mbak Sukma said showing the frictional pouch he put on the dining table.

"What food, Ma'am?"

"Yes, rice, vegetable side dishes Karo, make a meal.Fearless your wife is not able to cook. Instead of having to buy outside, so instead and wasteful later." Mommy's eyes like to dry up on me.

It feels like there is an invisible sharp object slicing the inside of the chest cavity when the spicy speech Mbak Sukma just addressed me directly in front of Mas Agung. I tried to hide the clear hair that began to seep from both corners of the eye that began to heat up. My sensitive soul could not help feeling sad whenever someone behaved like that.

Inwardly I could only pray that I might be strengthened to receive every painful greeting from the woman who was much older than me.

"Yes, as time goes by, just learn the cooking, huh, Dek?" said Mas Agung defended me.

"Where is the name is married and already has a husband is not the time to just learn, but should have lived peraktek for the husband's layanin. Not vice versa layanin husband wife," said Mbak Sukma.

Madam Sukma walked to the front door and unlocked the door and then stepped out without further ado to the residents of the house.

My feeling of relief and calm returned after making sure the woman had started the motorcycle and left us both.

"Don't be heard, yes, Dek, the talk of Mbak Sukma just now. He is mah indeed like that nature, likes to sneak to others without ever caring about the feelings that are interlocutors."

"Yes, Brother, Adek is okay, really." I tried to show a smile to hide my true feelings in front of my husband.

If my parents' house was close and not far away maybe I had gone home and chose to live with my own family. Until Mas Agung invited him to live away from his own family. With the hope that I do not always feel depressed with the attitude that has always been shown by Mbak Sukma.

"Mending a meal first, yuk, Dek! Brother's stomach has been forced to wrap around, nih, clean up earlier." invite the Great to embrace the wife's shoulder from behind. I let the burly hand continue to circle behind the neck. There was a warm feeling enveloping the heart when it received such treatment from the tall man.

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