Marriage Ends in Love.

Chapter 60 Pearl who is he?

Today I came home from a year-end camp event held by the High School where I teach. This activity is routinely held by my school every year. Mas Tama could not participate because he could not be licensed for several days considering his new head of service was replaced last month and was stricter for permission than the old head of his service.

Mas Tama picked me up in front of the school, looking like my husband was wearing denim jeans and sneakers like Vans. Mas Tama walked towards me and picked up the backpack I was holding. And with the rest of my husband is holding my hand in front of other teachers who just got off the bus and waiting for an invitation from his family.

"cie. cie.... Buk Kirana even though it has been more than a year married is still like a courtship person anyway Bu.." seduced Mother Lingga Teacher of Christianity who is now next to me.

I can only smile clumsily. Because this seems to be the consumption of my friends teach every mas Tama pick me up. I say goodbye to friends to go home first because 3 days of camping makes my body feel so tired and eyes that lack of sleep also want to immediately close their eyes again in the room that is missed of course the warm embrace of the husband while sleeping is what is missed.

"Surfing the show, dear?" tanya mas Tama in the car that still one hand holds my hand.

"Alhamdulilah smoothly mas... But what was exciting when there was kegiata in the rice fields mas. I felt nostalgic for my childhood... in the past if you came home from the rice field with a body full of mud Mak e will be angry because I skipped teaching just because playing under the ground just looking for a conch, or looking for small fish... I miss Mak e mas..." My gaze out the window misses ma e who has been 6 months since I have not met because I have not had time to go home.

"Later our school holiday to the village, you can stay there or we invite Mak e to the house during your vacation. It's just Saturday Sunday and the 1st, baby...."

We arrived home soon. What makes me love my husband more and more is that he can always give me small things but always warm in my heart. Like now when I go home when it's only a few days I'm not home, the position of the living room and kitchen is a little different. Mas Tama changed the position of the chair and table so that it felt a new atmosphere not to mention my favorite menu Rica-rica Chicken village and and and some vegetables such as basil and lettuce make me feel more pampered by my husband.

"When to hug mas kayak like this. come on. eat first let's fit again"

"Thank you my dear husband.... "

We ate together and after that I washed some dirty clothes while I was camping.

after the day was getting late I tried to close my eyes but in vain.

"Why Ran. must be the body that makes you difficult to sleep.." mas Tama got up from his desk and sat on the edge of the bed.

"When tired, but can not sleep mas. ga usual nap time yes mas...."

"want to quickly sleep her.." mas Tama smiled smirk towards me.

"What the hell is mas... "

"Hahaha... "

"Buck...."

"Have not thought strangely. Now you change your clothes. Wait below, yeah..."

"Where are you going...."

"The tree change clothes mas take place so that the wife mas more fit and beautiful" mas Tama has walked towards the outside door and took the car key and both his mobile phone.

A few minutes we reached a beauty salon Woman Spa which saw quite a lot of vehicles in its parking lot.

Mas Tama took me inside the Spa and into the spa lobby, and then I was directed into the room by his masseuse.

This is my 4th time to go to this spa while married to mas Tama. This place was my mother-in-law's favorite when she was in town to relax her body and take care of her beauty.

"Please wait here, and get in" Mas Tama sat in the waiting room and told me to go inside.

After removing my clothes, I was asked to sit down and soak my feet in a basin of warm water and sea salt mixture, and then the masseuse began massaging my feet. After maybe about 5-10 minutes, I was asked to go up to the massage mattress and asked to go on my stomach. massage after the massage felt so delicious and I also had time to fall asleep and built it when the massage was finished.

Finished spa, his masseuse said if I can rest first in the lounging area while drinking water fusion cucumber. There was a woman who was the same age as me and the natural beauty of that woman. The smooth white skin as well as the sharp nose, from his face looks like the descendants of Arabs. I felt stale greeting that woman because there were only the two of us in this room.

"May sit here mbak.." ask me politely to the woman who looks engrossed with her device

"Please mbak." The woman slightly shifted her body to make room for me on a brown sofa.

"Thank you.." looked like the woman was still busy with her device.

I was busy for a few minutes with my device. But there was a soft voice from the woman next to me.

"Customer still yes mbak?" ask him to me.

"Yes, but it's rare to come here if the body needs new treatment" I replied kindly.

"Owh.same dong. Me too, I'm comfortable here because the place is quite privacy for us women and the service is also. So not afraid that we will be seen people should not see us like this" he explained to me.

"Mak also wears a hijab?" ask me. Because in this spa is not specifically for hijab women but the services and facilities offered are very closed rooms make hijab women like me quite comfortable with this spa.

"Alhamdulilah..mbaknya?" Ask the woman.

"Owh, I'm the same, but not for long" I replied with a smile.

"Over time it matters we can Istiqomah mbak" he replied with a voice so soft.

Ah somehow I feel so warm and comfortable talking to this woman. As if already familiar with this woman, because it feels fun chatting about the hijab and some concerning the science of women in the view of Islam. I can conclude that this woman is not just any woman. He understood things that I myself only knew after our chat earlier. I am amazed besides being beautiful but she is also smart and the science of her religion in my opinion is quite adequate.

"Kirana mbak.. call Rana only.." answered me when she would say goodbye and wanted to say my name and I received a helping hand.

"Owh. I am Pearl. call Tiara Just don't use mbak. Nice to know and talk to Rana. Hopefully next time you can talk together again" the smile of the woman looks so add to her beauty. A beautiful woman without any make up is so rare in my Inner Age after she left me in the lounging area. I seem to have met him once but I don't know where. I don't know but my heart always wonders who he is....