My husband loves my husband to fly
Last Fasting,,
At 9pm my husband's allowed to go home,,
" Didn't you just stay here, huh?? " Task key to his father
" No, ka, kasian Mbah is alone at home" answered my husband
" It is already big, after all mbah is ordinary itself" replied Key
My husband just smiled
" Take it !!!! " i gave my husband some of his favorite takjil that he had not eaten before
My husband took the package I gave him.
" Dad came home first huh, mah" while kissing my forehead and lips, I just nodded,,
" Dad go home first ya ka," my husband kissed the key
" Hey heart yeah yeah, tomorrow here again huh,,, !!! "
His father smiled
Shortly after my husband's motorbike left the house, I still continued to look at him until my husband really was no longer visible to me. There was sadness that came to me, and,,
I entered the house with tears I could no longer bear, I cried, I cried, I,,,
" Mah, don't cry anymore, Mamah ain't tired every day crying?? " ask key
" Why are you sick, brother ??? " i said as I sobbed my face against the pillow
" The sad feeling of seeing dad so, tired of turning back, mamah kasian see dad" I said on key
Well, this memamg has been my husband's choice, and he really enjoyed it,, why should I bother to think about it,,,,,, and,,,
He was happy with his choice, though,,
The next few days,,
My husband took me and I broke the fast outside, yes maybe other people see our relationship like a husband and wife relationship in general, like no problem, everything looks normal and fine, all right, but we are actually in the process of divorce.
Until the last day of Ramadan, since a few days ago I have been at my mother's house, Depok with key. Usually the last day of Ramadan is the time for me and my husband to also clean up the whole house because after the Ied prayer we will leave the house in a few days. But not this time.
My feeling today was really melow, like I was waiting for someone to pick me up at home, I want my husband to pick me up, I want to go home. Honestly still want to celebrate Lebaran with my husband like a holiday before before,,
" Where is Dad,,,??? " the moment my video call was connected,,
I saw my husband sleeping in the big yard, but I don't know what place it is, yet,,
" Dad again in the mosque, mah, just finished praying, ni while sleeping, why mah??? " ask her
" Didn't you pick me up, did you come here ??? don't you want to go with us?? " tanya I started sobbing
" Dad was embarrassed there, mah,, drumah father ajaa," my husband replied
" Dad is also confused where to go, this is the first time we are not the same, so dad here just while waiting for takbiran" he said
Our video call just looked at each other as I continued to sob, my heart aches to see my husband like that, sleeping in the courtyard of the mosque as the other family rejoices in the day of victory.
" Fetch me father,, pick me up, I want to go with rich dad first" I said as I continued to cry
" I'm sorry dad mah, I can't go there, sorry !!! "
