My husband is not my first love
Go home
It was in the village at the end of Indonesia that I finally returned. Starting the realization of the dream that I now slip his name in all agendas. Boned with bicycles with the young man surrounded a spacious hall that began to be overgrown with foam plants. Fish ponds, livestock roaming enliven fifteen hectares of area that we have not been able to build perfect facilities for the students.
Welcoming the morning with a roar of strangulation the children memorized the mufrodat.
Come to the shirkah in the harvest of the surrounding community. Visit a village to listen to their stories, in order to be more integrated with part of the history of this place. This is part of my day now.
“Kok seems limp, lately lack of sleep like.” A calm face suddenly very closely scrutinized my eyes, touched a sweaty forehead then held my trembling hand.
“Entahlah, I always feel thirsty and really want to drink cold water even though it is still dawn. Eating is also never too late, but like not eating for days.”
The man near me was still with fixed eyes but soon changed with a seductive look.
“Do-don't?”
“What?”
“We are doctors, yes?”
“It's not that urgent yet I think. It must be the influence of age, so I'm not as agile as a teenager just yet. You know the youth used to be too much eye exercise does not maintain body fitness with physical exercise.”
I remember how I used to rarely walk. If there is a value that is not above the number eight it is only for the task.
“You're not that old, and then how to go to the hospital?” The face that had been calm all this time began to murky.
Lately I feel often exhausted, very enjoy when there is a chance to nap.
Starting with a weakened memory, the body often shakes, BAB more often than usual, I also often feel very hungry which makes the loss of all energy. I don't know I forgot how the first obvious weight loss was so drastic. Since Aligarh I have felt the symptoms until I thought it might be because of the reason that relapse or fatigue adjusts the condition of the body in the land of people, but the more here the more the sense of decline in endurance.
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Stealing a glance at the man wearing a t-shirt plagiarizing his clay body, the hand was busy with a small sharp knife under the lush shade of the coffee tree. A small plastic binder that will hold together young shoots scattered nearby. Some santri surrounds, he is teaching how to connect coffee shoots with selected seedlings.
The calm face smiled cheerfully, marking the teenager responsibility at all times. He is the man who wins hearts. My imam.
A person who also understood the book but refused to teach indoors, chose to remain a farmer and catfish who transmitted business talent to the residents of our cottage. That is he, a man who does not study at a great university in the world next door but makes a real contribution, especially to the orphans around our village who want a free school but insyaallah quality.
“Come ...” he declared with a ladder inviting tuk to approach when he realized there was a pair of eyes watching him from dozens of steps away.
“Your children can rest now. It's time for the adults.”
He was still like that, making many smiles of embarrassment.
“Don't be too hard my wife.”
“And it is not too hard, Husband.”
“In the near future, the coffee garden will be replaced, I do not regret deciding to sell the former for the land of the pesantren location.”
“God replaced it multiple times right?”
“More than that, getting a spacious location for the pesantren, restarting the last coffee plantation gathered with my beautiful wife. Beautiful and stubborn.”
I want to pinch his waist if not embarrassed to see a row of coffee rods lined up like a squad of background dancers blown by the afternoon breeze.
Our love story was spent a lot on the plantation and poolside, no matter what I enjoyed it. He promises to honeymoon in romantic cities someday. Not too busy with new kids. I don't really care about the time of the promise, because being with someone in love is no longer an important issue. Yeah I'm starting to love her now, I guess.
“Hard head? But like?”
The figure was shaking my head at my words. I usually am that.
“Come, not curious about briyaninya rice.” I remember the reason for coming to him.
“Marketing, in the last two times I tasted it always feels different, my wife is smart to make variations.”
I pout, how forget twice to make the food of the Taj country expensive the first is not ripe perfect the second is too soft. Despite trying to hide it, the man asked. Of course, because all day long I have brags about cooking special biryani rice for him
