My husband loves my husband to fly

My cry in the rain,,,

"Sister, ma'am go first ya find father, kaka heart at home, lock the door yaak" my message to him,,,,, I,,,

Key nodded, a sign of understanding

I drove my bike through the increasingly heavy rain, I looked for my husband, I wanted to take him home, I thought at the time,,,

Mosque after Mosque I follow, starting from the Great Mosque next to the restaurant 'Flying Lele', Zambrud Mosque, Zambrud Mosque, Baiturrahman Grand Mosque to Grand Wisata Mosque (remembering he once prayed here with kiky) and the results are nil,,,

The distance is not close, but quite far away, I finally returned home, crying under the rain that was getting more and more wet my body, finally, because the rain coat could not withstand the swift rain and tears at that time.

Arriving at home, I parked my bike, I saw the key rush out to welcome me,,, I,,

"Is there a father, mah????" ask her,,,

"No yank, I don't meet you" I replied as I removed all the attributes of the 'war' I had just used,,,

Wet my whole body, rush me to the bathroom to wash my body because I don't want to get sick more.

When I change clothes, I call my husband again but his phone remains inactive,,,

My phone rang, when the clock was five o'clock in the afternoon, it turned out my sister tlp.

"Where did you say, has there been news from pakde (called my husband, because my grandfather called my husband with the language of his children, pounded my ponakan) ???" ask her to me

"Not yet, yes already if indeed he wants it this way, maybe this is indeed a risk that I have to accept for my actions yesterday, he can not accept it, ga what cih, cih, I'm sincere about it" I said

"Patiently yes, Mah, I'm sure Pakde must be home ko, he was just calming the mind, after he was fresh, he must be behind ko" he calmed me,,, he said,,

"Mas Dj tlp cih, I lift first yaa"

"Owh yes, mah" he answered

"Yes, father," I replied to her call

"Dad on the road ya mah, the direction home, this wants to go out the grand toll tour, make dad hot tea ya mah!!"

"Alhamdulillah, yes, my father made me, I wait at home yaah" my happy voice could not cover anymore,, I was very very happy,, I was very happy, I was,,

Finished I close the door from my husband, hunt me inform my sister, I say Mas Dj is on the way home, and she is no less happy like me, I say Mas Dj is on the way home, and he is not less happy like me, while giving thanks many times,,

"Dad want to go home, mah???!!!" tanya Key was shocked at me for hearing my conversation with my sister

"Yes ka, please make a hot tea for dad, mamah mo take a beautiful shower," I told key while nari nari jubilant,,

Without answering Key went to the kitchen to make tea, but Key's face continued to laugh at my behavior that he might feel like a child who had gotten a new toy at that time,,,

After the bath, I polished my thin face with powder and lipstick so as not to look dull, I was happy finally my husband came home,,, I was happy,,

Can't wait to get back,,,

I paced back and forth in and out of the house, while continuing to look occasionally tidying up my clothes and hair,,,