Nastity

Chapters 70. Call to Wear a Hijab.

After seeing I had started to calm down, Ari whispered in my ear.

" Dek, brother kangen. "

Speak softly.

Suddenly my son woke up, he wasn't crying, just gnashing his eyes.

" Susui bang Nanda, to sleep again."

pinta bang Ari.

I moved to lie on my son's side, and started breastfeeding him.

Behind me, bang Ari started doing activities by giving kisses and touches on my body.

Half an hour later, my son fell asleep.

Bang Ari fixed the blanket on my son's body, then put two rolls on my son's side.

Bang Ari also did a job as a husband.

I just fell silent to the wishes of my husband who was completing his wish, without any resistance.

I don't want to do my duty as a wife, but if I'm considered angry because I wasn't given a ration, then after the fight ended with a bed game, I really don't like that.

Once bang Ari said that he was like playing with a banana hedge, because I was too cold and did not reply to what my husband wanted.

Maybe my husband wants a wild wife in bed.

I can't do all that because I'm ashamed.

I'm embarrassed if I have to sigh and go wild.

And that makes me cold because sometimes my husband has sex in a state of influence of alcohol.

After having a husband and wife relationship, bang Ari asked me to rest.

I lay my body down for a while and then went to the bathroom to clean myself up.

After cleaning myself, I went back to the room, I saw that Ari was already asleep.

After seeing my son who was still sleeping and bang Ari who was asleep beside him, I decided to get out of the room.

In the middle room I met Yadi, Aunt Neng's son who was babysitting her son.

I approached Yadi and told him.

" Yadi, please yes, don't tell me about my quarrel and bang Ari to my parents, I don't want them to be sad because of my household problems. "

I told Yadi not to tell the quarrel between me and bang Ari to father and mother.

" Yes, take it easy. I can't tell your father and mother." replied Yadi reassuring me.

" Thank you, Yadi" I said thanking Yadi and only answered a nod by Yadi.

I saw Yadi's crying child in her cradle, then asked Yadi.

" That's why do you cry? " i asked who was feeling sorry because Buana kept crying in a carrying Yadi.

Buana, Yadi's son is the same age as my son, only four months apart, older than my son.

I took Buana from Yadi's sling.

" Maybe Buana's thirsty, let me suckle in the room. "I said to Yadi.

Yadi nodded his head, then went into his room.

I took Buana to my room and suckled her until she fell asleep.

I put Buana to bed next to my son, and then I covered her.

*****

The next day, Ari and I went back to work as usual.

We were as usual, as if there had never been a fight between us.

The broken cupboard glass had already been thrown away by bang Ari in place of the pile of shard.

This morning, when Mom came into my room to pick up Nanda who was crying because she had just woken up, she was surprised to see a cupboard door that had no glass, and she asked me.

" When the glass broke, ma'am, hit the end of the chair when Titi wanted to take the goods on top of the closet. "I replied to my mother.

I'm sure you'll believe it, because I used a chair to grab something from the top of the closet.

" You are there, Ti. Next time be careful if you want to take something from the top of the closet.

But you're okay, right? "

Mom asked me about my situation and asked me to be careful.

" Yes, ma'am, "I answered briefly.

After breakfast, Ari and I went to the office.

*****

This afternoon in the office was very quiet because there were not many activities.

Account and mbak Dewi sat in the guest chair, while Pak Beri sat on his bench.

We talked about everything.

Suddenly, Mbak Dewi spoke and invited me to wear a hijab.

We went to the office using a blazer, no longer using short skirts.

Since me and Mbak Dewi are both married, we decided to use the blazer as an office uniform.

" Ti.. tomorrow we go to the office wearing a hijab, huh? " pinta mbak Dewi to me.

" We will have to wear a blazer, just wear the hijab." said mbak Dewi again.

" Good mbak, if so tomorrow we agree yes to wear the hijab" said I approve the invitation mbak Dewi.

Finally the account and mbak Dewi agreed to wear the hijab at the office tomorrow.

I was thinking, tomorrow want to wear a hijab that matches the blazer that I have.

I do not have a lot of hijab, there are only a few that I used to use often if going to the mosque.

*****

The next day, because my headscarf was worn out a lot, I finally borrowed my mother's triangular hijab.

In the past, I never bought a hijab, the hijab that I had was given a cousin who was in school at the boarding school.

" rs .. Titi borrowed mom's hijab yes, but that's still good. Titi wants to go to the office wearing a headscarf, has made the same agreement mbak Dewi. "

I said to mom.

" Find yourself in the closet, in my mom's room. "smart mom to me.

After getting permission from my mother, I went to my mother's room to pick up the hijab.

After a long time of choosing, I finally took the cream-colored triangular hijab.

Actually does not match the color of the blazer I use, but let it be only for a while, later if I go home early I will invite bang Ari to the market to buy a hijab.

With confidence I went to the office wearing a hijab.

When Mbak Dewi arrived at the office, she also wore a hijab as she said yesterday.

I was a little embarrassed wearing a hijab today because the color did not match the color of the blazer I was wearing.

But I try to be indifferent, the important thing is that I feel comfortable while wearing the hijab.

The driver's friends who walked into the office were astonished at the change in our appearance, and they were very supportive of the change.

But, before the hour of rest mbak Dewi has opened her hijab.

" Lho mbak, why was her hijab opened? " question me astonished at the mother Goddess who sat in front of me and opened her veil.

" She can't stand the heat, Ti, the air is so hot" said Mbak Dewi.

I just smiled at the words of the Goddess.

Apparently, Dewi is not sure yet to wear the hijab.

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