My Husband is Complimentary

Episode 25's

Flashbacks

Today the work is not too much, I immediately rushed to go home. One message came into my phone.

I saw the message, apparently from Mba Diya. He wants to meet me at a mall. I saw the clock in the left hand. Time shows at half 5pm.

I think it's enough if I talk to Mba Diya to maghrib. I answered the message and immediately followed it to the Mall. We met at a cafe.

I saw the woman in the white dress sitting down and drinking some juice. I'll approach him immediately.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mba. Sorry for waiting so long, it's kind of stuck." My words feel bad.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. It's okay Rai, uh order food first yes. Let's have a good chat."

Then we ordered food and waited for the waiter to come with our order.

"Sorry Rai, if I suddenly make sure you meet. You see I'm at home, Mas Juna is too busy in the office" he lamented.

I was still silent, waiting for the next sentence.

"Rai... apparently loving without reply is sick huh? Can he love me a little?" The second complaint made me frown.

Why is Mba Diya talking like that? The waiter came, then placed our ordered food. When he finished, the servant left.

"Please eat first Mba, like the effects of hunger Mba so ngaco," I said trying to divert the conversation.

Mba Diya chuckled at my babbling. I'm glad to see him laughing like that.

"You were right Rai, but the stern one was serious. I was in love with my own husband, but he didn't return my feelings. We never know, do we? To whom this heart shall be anchored." He said sadly, his face was gloomy.

Kuraih jemari, rubbing the back of his hand gently.

"If you want to tell a story, just tell it. I'm ready to listen, Mba," I said in support of him.

And Mba Diya began to tell about her parents who arranged for her to marry Mr. Juna. Son of his Papa friend.

And all that time, Mr. Juna has never touched her. They even slept separately. But Mba Diya wants to try to be a good wife.

Every day he cooks and prepares all the needs of Mr. Juna. Though never once did the words of thanks come from her husband's lips.

Mr. Juna will be nice to her, if she is with someone else. Like that time when I and Mas Irsyad had dinner at his house.

I was so surprised to hear the story. I even thought that the lives of Mba Diya and Mr. Juna were perfect.

I thought they loved each other. But truth? It turns out that every human being only prejudices each other, without knowing the truth.

"Your house must be so happy, right Rai? You and Irsyad love each other. Irsyad must be the most romantic man, usually yes, if the quiet man is very sweet with his partner," Mba Diya tried to tease me.

I just smiled faintly, we did love each other.

But for romantic affairs, it seems that Mba Diya's prejudices are wrong. Irsyad isn't that sweet. In fact, I was often upset because of his rigid attitude.

I as a woman, whose nature wants to be praised, but my husband rarely say it. A single word of praise can make a woman happy.

But yes, that is the lack of it. I always try to understand him. For me, he always keeps his eyes on other women alone is enough.

"Rai .. Why even daydream? Tell me about you and Irsyad now" he asked enthusiastically.

I can't disappoint Mba Diya either. I told you everything.

About my household and Mas Irsyad's simple treatment that could have left me devastated. I'm not telling you about my 'expensive' husband for compliments.

Let it be my secret and God knows. Several times Mba Diya, closed his mouth in surprise.

A second later he laughed. She said, I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have a husband like Mas Irsyad.

When we were content to tell stories, we went home together. Because adzan maghrib has reverberated.