Lurah Pondokku Candidate My Husband

54. A Hint

Pov Ali's

One of the students reported that there was an angkot driver who said that my wife was currently in her house. My heart is so happy.

I immediately met the angkot driver, who was currently ngetem in front of my shop. A santri was talking to the man.

"Assalamualaikum, kang, is it true that I have helped my wife and child?" I just can't wait anymore. The angkot driver looked at me from top to bottom.

"Yes, about four days ago, there was a woman named Nur and her baby named Rafi, riding in my car. Because I feel sorry, so I give a ride in my house for a while, it happens that the afternoon in my house is always no one, because me and my mother if noon is always working. Nur was forced to look for a boarding house, but by my mother was banned, because my mother already liked Baby Rafi who was very cute and handsome. The little baby, giving us a new color in our world that has been monochrome." for some reason, hearing his words, suddenly my heart ached, I'm the husband and father, I know, they have been busy thinking about strangers who are not clear.

My heart feels pierced by thorns. Why are others so happy with their presence but me? After talking for a long time with the angkot driver, I asked directly to be delivered to his house, I want to immediately pick up my wife and child.

"Come, Mas, we're going to Mas's house, I can't wait to meet my wife and son!" I was so happy to finally meet them again.

When we got there, I couldn't wait to meet my wife, but I was wondering why not come out too, many times called by us.

"Shortly, Mom! I'll call you first, who knows if you're in the bathroom. We're waiting in the living room, please come in!" He opened the door of his house that was not locked.

I looked around, the house was simple, but very clean and comfortable. My wife deserves to live here.

"Okay, Mum! Nur was no longer in his room, his belongings were no longer there either! How'this?" suddenly Mas who brought me to this house appeared with his anxious face.

"Let's get on the big road, maybe it hasn't been too long!" I said as I stood up and after Mas went into the angkot, we went to the big road, hoping to find my wife and son. No, my wife was not there.

"Mas, we split up, Mas her to the terminal and I to the train station. Later Masnya call me if there is info, I will also later, this is my phone number!" then he gave me his number.

After exchanging phone numbers, we parted ways, I followed her instructions to find my wife at the terminal, but it turned out that there was also none. I've limped my body. Where the hell is he going? Did he leave when he saw me coming? Did my wife hate me so much that she ran away when she saw me? Various bad thoughts raged within me. I was angry, I was upset and sad. My heart just wanted to explode.

"Assalamualaikum, Mom! I've searched all corners of the terminal, every bus, but there are no wives and children here." I said limp, while calling Mas Badri.

"Same, Mas! I also did not find my wife here. Where did Nur go? I thought about Rafi who had a fever. So worried like this!" said Mas Badri limp too

Pov Nur's

When I saw a bus on the street, heading for Jakarta, I entered without thinking. I just want to leave this city soon, not to see my husband again.

"Where are you going?" ask the man sitting next to me, a handsome young man.

I looked at him, "Where, I don't want to live in this city anymore!" I say with sadness. He looked at me with a surprised look.

"Why is that, Mba? Is there a problem in this town?" kepo tanyanya. I stroked my son who was now moving, crying from hunger. I breastfed my son while covering my chest with the blanket I used for my son. Embarrassed to actually breastfeed in front of the young man, she also looked awkward. But how else, my son needs milk because since leaving the house Mas Badri has not suckled, he must be very hungry.

"Sorry, yes! My baby is starving!" I said awkwardly, Mas who was beside me just smiled awkwardly.

"It's okay, just relax! Instead of the baby crying later, it makes others disturbed. Go on, I'm fine!" he said while looking out the window.

After my son went back to sleep, I closed my eyes which felt very tired and sleepy. "Sorry, yes! I want to go to bed, so tired!" my spoken. The mas then asked us to change seats, now I sit on the edge seat, he was worried my son would be disturbed by the bus passengers back and forth.

"Mba, sitting by the window here, I'm afraid the baby's deds will go to the other passengers' gangs" she said understandingly.

"Thank you for the kindness!" haru. Yes, at times like this, I am very sensitive to people who are kind enough to help me. This is the lowest moment of my life.

"Mba, just rest. I'll wake up when we get to Jakarta. I also went to Jakarta!" he said so kindly.

"Thank you, one more time." After making sure my son's sleeping position was safe, I went back to sleep. This tiredness is really very. Tired of birth.

I woke up when we reached the cliff area. I'm afraid, will stop here and go back to my Papah's house or I continue the trip to Jakarta? But there I had no purpose at all. I looked at my son who was awake at this moment as well.

"Why, Mba?" ask the man sitting next to me. He seems to have just woken up as well.

"Actually, this is my hometown, I was wondering whether to come down here or continue on to Jakarta" I said hesitantly.

The man sitting next to me looked astonished, he looked me in the eyes with sympathy. Yes, my eyes are already glazed over. Sad and sad, mingled into one.