Neighbors Become Households

Mas Why?

Eps. 26

"So you prefer to trust the neighbors?"

Arga is increasingly disappointed if his wife really believes more in the words of others than the words of her own husband.

"No," Jihan was frustrated.

How the hell do you explain it?

Think again to find the right sentence. "If you had told me this morning, it would not be like this" his eyes began to glaze over.

"I did want to explain everything to you this morning, but you're already angry! I'm going all wrong here."

Arga was angry at his wife - he could have thought that bad about her. Disappointment overcame his trust in his wife. The man doesn't want to talk anymore. The point is that he has delivered something that he wants to say.

"Mas," call Jihan. Tears can no longer be held back. One drop fell on his cheek. "Okay I was wrong. But I shouldn't be talking rudely like this. The effect is like mas defending mba Mutia."

"Jihan Astagfire!" Arga ruffled his own hair. "What the hell do you think of me? Throw your bad thoughts away," his face began to bend languidly. Arga rubbed his face rough. Want to go home to be welcomed by his wife instead of being greeted with problems like this. He also admitted to being wrong actually because he did not immediately tell the truth.

"Not bad thoughts mas, which wife is not jealous of her husband out nights with other women?" jihan was so upset he couldn't control his emotions.

Arga just kept quiet and did not respond. Sighing deeply. And chose to turn his face away.

"Boy!! I'm talking to Arga why shut up?''

"What do you want me to say again? I'm tired of Jihan, you've been too jealous for no reason. Don't be childish.''

"I don't want to stop, it's not clear yet!"

"You don't be childish, Jihan!"

"That's a childish thing!"

Arga tried to neutralize his feelings. "Yes dear God ..What else do you want to explain? Everything is clear. It's just a misunderstanding.''

"Why is it like covering this up?"

Arga relented, already very tired serving his wife. He turned around, taking a deep breath. Neutralizes his raging heart.

"As much as you want to believe it or not, I'm tired! Don't bother me!" Arga said a little.

Arga immediately left Jihan who was still speaking a thousand languages. Jihan's heart feels tight. The atmosphere in the room was thinning. Really claustrophobic.

Jihan just stared at Arga's departure with tears.

Why mas? Why are you angry is only because of the matter of Mba Mutia. Is that really the neighbor's talk?

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Arga went into his room. Drooping down there was regret in his heart for venting his anger at Jihan.

''Arrghhh,'' yelling frustrated.

''I shouldn't vent my frustration on him, ''' cover his face with both hands.

''Pardon the servant of Allah. Sorry baby I didn't mean to be mad at you. I was carried away with the emotion of the incident at the office. My heart feels hurt and guilty. Sorry dear."

Even tears had fallen on his face. The first time Arga cried like that.

The man was not angry about his wife discussing Mutia's matter, but he condemned her stupidity which led the household to work and almost caused huge losses. If he could resolve the misunderstanding with his wife early, it probably wouldn't have happened.

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Jihan cried so much in the mother's lap. After the quarrel with Arga, he did not know what to do and how. The only thing on her mind was wanting to go to mom's house and cry in her arms.

Mother accepted the arrival of her daughter with room. But reluctant to ask, but the mother can guess what really happened.

Mom tried to calm Jihan down by stroking her head slowly.

''Sorry, nim, I don't want to interfere in your household affairs. What exactly happened?'' ask mom slowly.

Instead of answering, Jihan was crying.

''Hey, how do you even cry nim? It's quiet, cup cup cup.''

''Jihan wants to sleep here tonight ma'am, '' she said in a hoarse voice.

That night Jihan spent half the night at her mother's house. Behind the blanket wrapped around her body, the girl was curled up. The cold of the night froze his sick heart.

The usually warm night with the husband's embrace is now turning icy cold. Mother still accompanied Jihan beside the bed while stroking her back.

At this time I understand, if the princess is in need of his support. The first problem in the child's household, and the mother believes this is the first test they should be able to complete. So that in the future if there is a storm that may be greater than this, the couple can go through it with a stronger household foundation again.

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The next morning, Jihan woke up with a face that looked puffy. It was clearly a black circle in his eyes.

''Once upon a time, nim woke up?'' asked the mother who had just come out of the room to find Jihan already sitting at the dining table.

''Jihan wants to go home to change clothes and go straight to school ma'am, '' she replied.

''If you don't want to cook, have breakfast here. Just take your husband.''

''Mother herself told mas here I hunted.''

Jihan stood up from her seat and immediately left mother in the dining room.

''Rush where? It's still the morning of Nim, the school gate hasn't opened yet.''

''Jihan went home first Ma'am, '' Jihan came out of the house the mother still wears a towel on her head scarf earlier.

It was unexpected that when he was about to get out of the fence of the mother's house, Mutia accidentally saw it. A silly feeling came to his mind. He also wanted to provoke Jihan's emotions.

''Good morning Jihan, ''' greeting Mutia on purpose.

Like the sound of a pig beating this female.

Jihan stopped her steps, turning to the source of the voice after which acting indifferent just like that.

Ohh dare to disrupt me huh. Mutias.

"Ekhem, you're out of your parents' house, Dek?"

Iyuh what the hell call the deck, kamswupay.

"Ckk basic kepo," he replied casually.

Jihan continued her footsteps, trying to ignore Mutia's existence.

"Owhh really means, it's fitting that Arga I saw sitting alone on the porch last night. It turns out his wife is not home" continued Mutia still provoke emotions Jihan.

Jihan stopped. Take a deep breath.

"I'm sorry mba, so do not have a job until you have to look at the husband of someone. If less work mba can be a laundry washer at home mom. It just so happens that dirty clothes pile up."

"His son, am I your maid?"

"Well, if you don't want to be considered a maid, don't take care of the household!!" said Jihan.

Jihan left Mutia just like that. Lazy looking for trouble with troublemakers.

''Hey, you are not polite with your parents, '' Mutia said.

''Being a parent is not polite either. If you want to be respected so be a polite parent, Jihan said as she continued to walk back to Mutia.

''Because of a labile boy. Stress, '' Mutia timpal.

Arriving at home, Jihan finds a door that has been opened. Perhaps Arga accidentally opened it after subuhan in musholla.

Without a sound Jihan walked slowly towards the room. Peering a little behind the door saw the whereabouts of the husband. Feeling quiet and quiet, Jihan went straight in.

Jihan takes the school uniform stellan in the closet. After that, he just took off his clothes to change.

When her sleeping pajamas all opened, the door opened. Arga just entered by using only a sarong without wearing clothes.

Jihan immediately looked back and was stunned to find Arga already standing behind her. Staring at him with a difficult look.

''Why?''

seriate....