MY WIFE'S 100KG

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(When we love, our feelings will feel fear; fear of loss, fear of separation and fear of sharing. Arabic Pujangga)

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Assalamu'alaikum Warahmatullahi Westarakatuh

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For a moment the man was lost in thought and was still swept away at the gentle voice of the woman in front of him. Hoping that he was Ghumaisha, the wife he had been waiting for also missed for months. Several times he tepis prejudice in the heart, but there is rejection there. O Allah.

"Master?" the woman again made a sound, pulling Ardian from a long daydream.

He exhaled heavily, pulling Jalal's body so as not to hug the unknown woman.

"She's not your mother, Jalal. Come,"

Heads shake. "I don't want to, Dad!" reluctant to release his embrace from the woman's legs.

"Fuck. Come." Comehere." Ardian forcibly pulled Jalal's body.

The boy protested even nearly to tears, as much as he could slowly reprimand him. Until finally snapping makes Jalal instantly silent. That's better.

There was a bitter feeling in Ghumaisha's heart when the man said that he was not his mother, wanted to rectify and confirmed that the woman was him. But his voice stuck in the esophagus, still not able to be honest with the actual situation. Not fully recovered from past trauma.

"I'm sorry for my son's behavior. She misses her mother, so if there's a voice similar to her she'll act like this." Ardian smiled bitterly, pouring out his heart to the woman he had just met earlier. Bizarrely.

"By the way, if you'd know what your name is?" the question then, brushed off the pain in the chest.

"Maisha Master. I've already introduced myself, after you called me by someone else's name,"

The man smiled blandly, "Ah, I forgot. Sorry." Ardian lowered his head feeling guilty. "Then we go first."

"Master?" stop Ghumaisha, don't let Ardian go. He was astonished himself, just following the wishes of the heart.

"Yes, Miss? Can I help you?" Ardian immediately turned around. His chest thumped every time he heard that voice.

Ghumaisha dead flea. Confused what he wanted to talk about again.

The reason he was here was also because of following the two of them. For days he became a paparazzi sometimes alone or accompanied by Ali if he was not busy. Take a picture of them silently, then look at them in the silence of the night.

If he is present, then Ardian always feels it. Making Ali always warning to be careful because Ardian instinct is strong to quickly realize that his wife has been watching him from afar. Only now, he wanted to ventured to them. Not strong anymore to withstand the turmoil of longing for Jalal.

"It seems, Miss who's daydreaming now?"

After all this time Ardian can smile sincerely, because the woman was silent looking at him straight.

Ghumaisha immediately bowed his head. Clunky. "I'm sorry for my disrespect!"

"No papa."

"So, what do you want to talk about?"

"There are no masters!"

Between wonder and bewilderment, he finally only replied with a small nod.

"Then I go first" said Ardian a second time. And he did not hold back the man's departure.

They parted with a small smile, slightly treating the longing that had been excruciating. Although Ardian does not know the reason he is happy. In contrast to Ghumaisha, we know for sure why his chest feels roomy when the burden that torments him has disappeared. It's because of them.

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Arriving at home, Ghumaisha opened a photo album that she had collected all along. Most of Jalal's photos, there are only a few photos of her husband that were accidentally taken. If he was going to tear it up in the past, now even admire it.

Smiling alone in the room, no one knew she was back.

Slowly the trauma began to improve, it may have disappeared completely. The proof can be to meet the husband. Remembering the past, it doesn't make itself beat. Months of self-medication finally came to fruition.

He was surprised when Ali took him to a psychologist, but when he explained it for the good of himself and his family. In the end he agreed.

During this time, he suffered from Chronic Depression. Feeling bored from depression all the time. Occurs in the form of cycles. The depression will disappear in a certain time and will return again. The cycle can be predicted when the depression will disappear and come back again. People who experience this type of depression will feel the struggle for a lifetime with depression because it continues to come and go.

"You're seeing your husband?"

A woman dressed in a white suit entered Ghumaisha's room, then sat by her side seizing the photo album.

"It turns out to have recovered, although there is still heartache when remembering the past. Huh. At least not as bad as before." continued smiling thinly.

"Feeling hurt is natural, because humans will definitely experience it. It depends on us, whether we can accept it or not. You can forgive him or even imprison him into a grudge and eventually prolonged depression. It all depends on yourself, when your heart is enveloped in sincerity. God willing it will be fine." As usual Doctor Coco is always mature, the explanation always makes the heart feel relieved.

"Now I believe you're a psychologist."

Doctor Coco laughed at Ghumaisha's words.

"Everyone has a problem, my friend, but I say again. Face it all, face it, and face it. Do not be weak, even if the test comes repeatedly. Believe that there is wisdom behind it all. God will not give a test beyond the limits of his ability. God is merciful, and you know that, right?"

"Yes, I know." Ghumaisha nodded his head in agreement.

"It's time you went back home. Moreover, your body is thin now, plus wearing a veil. Trust me he doesn't recognize you at all." Doctor Coco nudged him on the shoulder.

Ghumaisha chuckled in approval of his words. Doctor Coco always knows what someone is feeling, but she herself keeps the wounds left by her future husband on the day of the wedding. Until now he has not been willing to open his heart, until many times he betrothed him to Ali. But he still doesn't want to.

"It can give people advice, but it can't wear it for itself." That's a word he often said.

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Two days later, Ghumaisha ventured to visit Ardian's residence in his apartment.

Once in doubt, let alone this had been months he had left the man. But his belief is stronger, it is not good to continue to stay away from the husband while he already understands all the laws and duties of a wife. Precisely when Doctor Coco taught and embraced it more tightly to get closer to the almighty. After all, God willing, he has healed completely.

"Bismillah!" Ghumaisha took a breath, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

A few minutes there was no word from the inside, his heart was pounding. Tensional. All mixed feelings. He just wanted to run, but as much as he could. Before long the door of the apartment opened, bringing out a beautiful-looking man.

He squinted, probing, until a warm smile emerged from his lips made Ghumaisha salting.

"Miss Maisa, right?" showed remembering.

Ghumaisha. Sorry to introduce myself as Maisha instead of Ghumaisha. Justifying Doctor Coco's words that Ardian wouldn't recognize her, even though this is the second time they've met.

"Will Miss say something?" ask Ardian because he didn't answer.

"Eye, fat, Chuky doll, round eyes." Ghumaisha murmured indistinctly, giving the code so that he realized that this was his wife.

"Face?" Ardian seemed to think. "Will Miss go to the zoo?" guess it.

Ghumaisha's head shook. He was too embarrassed to admit it all. Realized it wasn't one day that he left the man.

"Trus?"

"His se-be-nar ...,"

Speech ceased. His palms were sweating coldly, his breathing was irregular. His words were not finished making Ardian made curious.

"Actually?" rework Ardian.

He took a breath, closed his eyes until he finally spoke loudly. "Actually, I'd like to let you know that there's a shipment for the Master from the zoo!" Why did that word go outside.

Ardian's forehead frowned. "Delivery? The Zoo?" He remembers who knew who ordered something. Until a moment ago thought that Jalal had been fiddling with his handpond.

Nervously Ghumaisha thrust two large swipes at Ardian. For a moment he was pensive, worried that this woman before him was the wrong person.

"Forku?" Ardian was still hesitant, despite accepting it with pleasure. See the contents contain fruits and food. "When did the zoo send the fruits? What No ..,"

His words were cut off by Ghumaisha. "I'd better go first, sir. Please give my regards to Jalal. Assalamu'alaikum Warahmatullahi Westarakatuh."

Unwilling to wait for an answer, Ghumaisha immediately left the apartment. Withstand tightness in the chest. Wanted to scream in the street because I couldn't be honest. Hitting his own head feels stupid, just saying that he's his wife what a hard thing. The fact is it's hard.

His mind was dead-end when dealing with the husband. His head shriveled until his brain became an error, answering him with illogical words. He has no face anymore. Justifying Ardian's speech. When do zoos send fruit? Astagfirullah.

"Ghumisha?"

"Yes!"

Ghumaisha reverse. His breath was suspended knowing who had called earlier. Time seems to stop. Body petrified. His lips are riveted to make a sound. Slowly the wind brought the figure closer.

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