Marriage Ends in Love.

CHAPTER 50 IN THE MORNING

Time has shown at 06:15, I'm ready with my peach blazer and of course with the matching pink salem Hijab, lucky when I used to ask for long sleeves so I can wear when I hijab like now. Because I teach in private schools, the peach-colored Blazer Monday becomes the uniform of our school teachers.

"Mas inter ya Ran" said mas Tama briefly while wearing shoes.

"Ga do it, let Rana take the ojek only" refused me who was checking the learning device in my bag.

"Roman...." Mas Tama looked at me gently after putting on her shoes.

"My office and school are different. And usually it gets stuck" I'm still trying to resist and it's logical the direction we're working in is the opposite direction.

"The bike ride, so it can be quick and all between you. okay....."

"Well, just do not bother the mas only" answered me who is still with a flat face.

"Ran. Come on, don't be like this. What's wrong.... " Mas Tama is now in front of me and staring at my net as if looking for answers.

"We can be late." I stood up and walked out of the house. My wrist is being held by Tama.

"We have to talk after work Ran. mas sure you keep something with your attitude on mas this week. Didn't you yourself say that the household is the key to communication and honesty....."

Not finished mas Tama talk, I've been caught off guard with the condition this week and feel sick of cutting the conversation.

"If you already know that the key to happiness and success in the household is communication and honesty then why do not you run it yourself???" Said me by staring at mas Tama as if challenging my husband is certainly in a low tone. But with my gaze, Tama seemed to realize that my emotions were not in a state of good.

Finally it was as if the time bomb that had been tamed several days this morning exploded because of the Tama mas who continuously asked for an explanation even though he himself was the source of the problem.

"Mas does not know wrong mas where and what, let's talk lest we husband and wife instead tell others our household problems Ran".

"Don't worry mas, Mak e and my family have advised many not to open the disgrace of our partner with anyone. To this day, no one knows about our household problems!. I'm not like you that anything should be told even meant to parents!. Enough mas... enough.. I don't want to argue this morning. Half an hour at seven. Let me take the ojek because you'll be late if you take me" Many times I take a breath to finish my sentence.

"No Ran. You just bring a car let the car bring the motor"

"Sorry mas what mas forget that this mas wife from an ordinary family certainly does not have a car let alone can drive a car. And to ride a motorcycle I don't have a SIM. Can you just let me ride the ojek which is more suitable for me"

"Roman.... Hhh.. Yes, we will discuss this issue again. Carry a motorcycle taxi at your base waiting to be explored"

I walked towards the terrace not long before Tama came out and rode his silver matic motorbike and returned with a motorcycle taxi driver.

"That his wife is Mr. Nice Beautiful.... How are you getting us?" The motorcycle driver in the red jacket looked at me and smiled.

"Ready sir. anyway insyaallah I delivered safely. Hehe. mamang understands that the newlyweds are bad luck hehe..... Come on Ma'am please ride on the helmet first"

Mas Tama and I were wrong with the comments of this ojek mamang. Mas Tama thrust his hand and I kissed the back of his hand because I did not want to drop my husband's authority in front of others.

"Be careful Ran. tell me when you get to school..."

"Yes, I'm leaving for assalamualaikum first"

"Goddessalam....

A few minutes later.

The hustle and bustle on Monday was seen once because the students attended early and ran around Afraid of being late.

"Loh Mang Asep.... " It looks like a motorbike stopped next to the motorcycle that I was riding. And it turns out Mr. Cahyo is a sports teacher.

"Eh sir Cahyo.. morning sir"

"Morning, dapet orderan up here mang"

"Yes.this was asked by Mr. Bagus nganter his wife"

I got off the bike and paid the fare to the man in the red jacket.

"Kirana Buk Koh.." said Mr. Cahyo in shock.

"Hehe.. mr. Cahyo.. morning sir"

"Wah.... wah.... now it's veiled buk?? more beautiful hehe.so husband buk Kirana it Pak Bagus treasurer mosque in our complex. Our neighbors are buk. I'm one RT the same Mr. Good. Sorry Ran you can't be at your wedding because you go home."

"It's nothing sir."

Back I knew the figure of the husband turned out to be a treasurer in the mosque from someone else. Can't my husband tell me about him like I always tell him about work, about my friends. Returning as if to relax my nerves, I took a deep breath and exhaled.

I walked into the school where I taught for almost 2 years. I miss the atmosphere of this school and I miss the children of Grade X A students. Because I'm their homeroom teacher.