My Husband's Rose Is Getting Married Again

My Husband's Rose Is Getting Married Again
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Early morning adhan dawn. Adit wakes up from sleep feeling the bed next to him but is empty. Adit just realized, that his wife did not sleep with him. Adit wakes up and performs the morning ritual. Prepare everything yourself. It is a confusion because there is no wife. Adit pulls the socks that have been rolled up to disheveled.


Until sunrise, Adit just finished bathing. Adit realized that his wife was too disappointed in him to not prepare clothes or sleep with him. Adit took a deep breath and then came out of the room to see the Rose and apologized.


Adit saw at the table that his wife's family had gathered, but there was no wife there. Heard the creaking of the door, and his presence all turned.


"Sir Rose, where's Brother Adit?" jasmine asked to see her sister-in-law coming out of the room by herself.


Deg.


"Have he slept with you Mel?" Adit stopped his steps.


Melati. "Silver this is strange, if brother Rose sleeps with me I certainly will not ask."


"Open up last night you went with Dit? we started sleeping at nine, waiting for the Roses, but he hasn't arrived at the house yet?" You start to panic.


"Shelf"


The briefcase that Adit held contained a lap top regardless of his hand. Adit was still in place not moving. His feet were heavy to reach the dining table. Bad shadows springing up where his wife hasn't been home all night? the accident? or maybe something happened with her pregnancy until she went to the hospital?" "Oh nooo..." Adit suddenly shouted.


"Dit, knowingly Dit" The father approached and patted him on the shoulder.


Mother digested what happened and then moved from the dining table following her husband. "You are right, Dit! where are the roses?" Mother's face held in anger, staring at Adit sharply.


"Say, Adit! Where's rose? what are you doing, Dit? ANSWER DIT!" Mother slumped on the floor, screaming shaking Adit's hand. Mom was really panicking, her tears were starting to pour out.


"You had a fight with your wife Dit?" Mr. Sustina held both sides of Adit's shoulders.


Melati could not say anything just crying. The symbol can only be glued.


All of them were feeling ungodly. They were gathered in front of Adit's room.


Adit shook his head weakly, his eyes holding the clear liquid from falling. Adit sat down in front of Mother who was sitting on the floor barefoot.


"I was wrong Ma'am, yesterday I promised to pick her up, but I forgot" Adit did not dare to look at Mother's face.


"I was given Papa Johan's job, had to finish this week, so I often overtime."


"Why did the rose go to Dit?"


"It's impossible if it's just a matter of the Roses to go!" said Mother sobbing.


"ANSWER DIT! DON'T SHUT UP!" Mom snapped back inflamed, the shadow Adit had hurt her son reappeared.


Adit looked at the mother's face blankly.


"Mom, be patient Ma'am" his Sutis sir calmed down, rubbing Mom's shoulder. "Let's go to the Rose shop, who knows our son sleeps there" said the father tried to calm down, even though he thought no better than his wife.


Everyone followed you to the Rose shop, nil. The Rose Shop is still quiet. Because Rose shop usually opens at eight.


Then he brought her back home. "Mel you keep the phone number of one of your sister's friends?" ask Adit lirih.


"No brother, only Intan's phone number." replied Melati hoarse because of the previous wailing continues.


"Oh yeah, maybe it's there" continued Mom expectantly.


"You can call Mel for help" Adit said. Since there was no phone, Adit could not do anything at the moment.


"Yes my brother"


Melati contacted Intan ringing a third time then in lift.


"What's Mel doing?" ask Intan to the point, across.


"Sak Roses don't play there Tan?" Melati trying to calm down.


"Nothing, does he want to come here?" Intan asked back.


Intan shook his head looking at the stiffening Father.


Mother and Adit heard Melati's conversation with Intan over Loudspeaker. It became increasingly alarming because there was no sign of the Rose in Mama Sahina's house.


"No, Tan, yes, I'll call again" Melati then turned off the phone.


"You try to call your brother son" said the father. This time you can respond more wisely, if all angry certainly will not be able to think clearly.


"Not in the lift." Melati looked at Father in despair.


"I'm looking for a rose first, sir, Mom" said Adit later, entering the room and taking a jacket. Seeing the Rose's clothes, no one carried a piece. Adit was still thinking positively, his wife couldn't have gone far.


Not thinking anymore. Adit immediately pulled out the motor from the garage will take a mobile phone and ask friends Rose.


Adit runs his bike quickly, in situations like this using his motor solution. Adit undoes his intention to take the phone. But he turned towards the campus who knew Rose left for college.


Arriving on the spot, Adit sat on the campus garden chair observing one by one the people who arrived. His net was on one of the tomboyish women who was walking confidently wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and torn jeans. Adit immediately blocked his steps.


"Eh, Mr Adit? Where's rose?" Rosita clingak clinguk looking for Roses.


Adit was silent and disappointed. Because Adit thought the Roses were with this theme. However, with the question Rosita Adit already knows the answer.


"Sir Adit? hello... why daydream?" Rosita stared at Intense Adit.


"Can we talk for a second?" ask Adit without hesitation.


"Oh sir, there's still 30 minutes" Rosita said glancing at the clock in her hand. Then invite Adit to sit on the campus terrace.


"What's the matter Mr Adit?" ask Rosita after sitting down.


"You met the rose yesterday?"


"Not to meet again sir, spend up to an hour participating in congregational prayer, even"


"Why sir? yesterday I was chatting in the cafeteria waiting for you, keep on. finish my prayers go home first."


Seeing Adit's blank gaze Rosita reached her own conclusion without having to answer something must happen.


"Rose hasn't come home since yesterday afternoon" Adit squeezed her hair.


"O Allah..Where are the children? where a big belly so too." grumbled Rosita worried something happened with her best friend, then grab a cell phone and call.


Adit observes Rosita on the phone, though unsure, hoping to be picked up.


Rosita looked at Adit shaking his head. "Not lifted" he said.


"What's the matter, sir?" Rosita looked at Adit.


Adit did not deny that his head was propped up on the wall staring at a distant stretch of sky. As far as he can get to his wife.


"Sir Adit, what else did I do with my best friend? or the... Adit's married again like before?" Rosita turned angry wanting to scratch the face of her best friend's husband with his long nails.


Adit was silent, switching the conversation.


"Rose there's no other familiar friend?"


"Nothing!" answer Rosita ketus.


"Sir Adit tuh! selfish men, whom I've met, if I were to be the Rose for what to keep the man who always hurts!" Rosita mlengos upset.


"Jawab only, don't make me dizzy! if not, I'll go!" Adit then stood up to leave.


" Nothing" Rosita lowers intonation.


Adit stopped stepping, then looked over.


"I'm the only one, there used to be Rony, but ever since quarreling with the Father at that time. Rony never went to college."


"Can I have her mobile number?" Adit sat back down. Although it is impossible for his wife to be with him, if there is no meeting point, Adit will try to contact who knows Rony knows the whereabouts of his wife.


"There" Rosita gave Rony a phone number.


"Had called the police sir" Rosita held back the emotion of seeing Adit's shocked face, not the heart either.


"If it has not been 24 hours, will not be responded" Adit's voice weakened.


"Later think about it again, sir, already in the problem, I will help you" he said and then left Adit to enter the class.


Adit remained sitting limp still hoping his wife would come to campus. Even though that hope is just a little.


Until nine o'clock there was no sign of the presence of Mawar Adit walking half-run towards the parking lot again running his motorbike.