Not a Savings Woman

Aneh

Ainaya opened her eyes slowly. He turned to Bilal who had woken up first. ''Forgive me, son. Mom woke up late?'' 

Unbutton the top pajamas and breastfeed the baby without moving position. 

There was a sense of comfort near the baby. It was as if the shackling problem disappeared instantly if it was near him. 

''Forgive the mother who could not raise you. But mama sure mama Jihan will definitely love you like mama, said Ainaya lirih. 

From the bottom of his heart, he did not want to leave. However, the agreement forced him to do that. 

Chequelek 

The door sounds open. 

Ainaya hurriedly closed his chest without looking at someone who had come.

''Sorry, Nay. It's me, said Jihan accompanying. 

Ainaya smiled and went back to breastfeeding Bilal. 

''Sorry, Madam. What's up?'' ask Ainaya without waking up. 

Jihan approached and sat down on the sofa. ''There is no papa? I just want to see Bilal. How's sleep? Was last night good? Then what about the pacifier?'' jihan asked. 

''That's good, Mom. Last night was also not fussy, I am sure that in the near future he was used to it, Ainaya explained clearly.

Jihan smiled. It seems that he also had to learn to take care of Bilal. Moreover, the smell of strange odors with Haris' attitude last night. 

''Has Haris been good to you all this time?'' ask Jihan to investigate. 

Ainaya rolled his eyeballs. 

Did you all this time, Jihan didn't know that Haris hated me. If you know why you still ask like that. 

''I mean Mother?'' ask Ainaya back. 

''I mean. Haris is often __" Jihan stopped her speech when she heard the sound of the pounding of shoes and the floor from the stairs.

He immediately stood up from his seat and took Bilal and brought him out. 

While Ainaya was still confused by Jihan's intentions. 

Haris has never been good to me, Mom. He hates me so much and wants me out of here. If you need an answer, that's the answer. 

Ainaya tidied up the blanket and then came out. 

''Papa's son hasn't had a bath yet?'' goda Haris is neat with his office suit. 

''No, Pa. Just woke up, Jehan's timpal mimicked the voice of a child. 

Ainaya went to the back and put the dirty clothes of the little one in his place. He immediately went to the room before he was busy with Bilal again. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at the suitcase that was already filled with clothes with a pushy look. 

Soon I'll be out of here, which means I rarely meet Bilal, almost never. But I should be able for the good of everyone. 

Ainaya wiped her tears that had escaped. Although heavy, he will still go to achieve true happiness. 

The noise from the kitchen made Ainaya frown. 

Who'sis that? aren't Jihan's mom and Haris's in front?

Ainaya peeked behind the slightly open door. Her eyes widened to see her husband lighting the stove. 

Why does Haris boil its own water?

Ainaya came out and approached the man. 

''Sorry, Mister. Is there anything I can help you with?''

''You can buy a better one. It seems that it is not worth using, said Haris origin.

He reached into the pocket of his pants and gave several pieces of money hundreds of thousands to his wife. 

''Accept it, just consider it my living. Because after all you are still my wife, she said slowly while wailing. Maybe scared Jihan heard it.

Jemari Ainaya rolled and shaped fist. His head lowered until several hairs covered his cheeks. Stepping back a little bit and then shaking. 

''No papa, Nay. Just accept! Aren't you much need. Besides, now you are still my responsibility, said Haris in a voice that is still in slow but urgent fashion. 

During her time as wife of Haris. This was the first time the man gave money in such a gentle way. Previously Ainaya would receive money accompanied by snapping and babbling, but now it was like a real husband. 

Long time no response made Haris growled. He grabbed Ainaya's hand and handed over the money. 

''I will send it to your account. Now make me coffee.'' Haris returned to the dining room, while Ainaya followed the husband's orders without refuting. 

He put the money in his pajama pocket before making coffee in the cup. 

Why has Haris been nice to me lately? Is there any intention hidden again. What he wanted to take from me. Everything had been taken away, even he had taken the only valuable item from me. 

Ainaya stirred the coffee that had been poured with hot water and gave it to Haris. 

''Mrs, don't you have breakfast?'' ask Ainaya quietly. 

Haris smiled and it was the sweetest smile since they met. 

''Don't worry, today I'm leaving in the morning. I also ordered food for you and Jihan.''

Again Ainaya felt privileged. I don't know what that means, he doesn't understand it completely either. However, do not want a big head, afraid it is just a charade like they are doing at this time. 

''You take a shower, change your clothes. I'll leave after you take care of Bilal.''

Ainaya nodded quickly then backwards carrying his confusion. 

Where is Haris?Why is he nice to me? Has he found guidance from Allah so that he will not be evil to me again. 

Bodo is very, Ainaya doesn't care. He went straight to the bathroom to clean himself up. Wearing a dress given by Ida. The lavender-colored Sslutut dress looks right on her body. Her face looks brighter and beautiful even though it is only made up thin. 

''The taste of the rich is much different.'' 

Turn his body in front of the mirror. Make sure that his appearance is not bad. 

After being content to praise himself, Ainaya came out. He soon found Haris in Bilal's arms. 

''I'm done, sir, '' said Ayu from behind. 

Haris twisted her body, surprised to see Ainaya's extremely beautiful appearance. In fact, his eyes forgot to blink. 

Why Mas Haris? Is my face like a clown? But it looks like the powder I'm wearing isn't too thick?

If there was glass in front of him, Ainaya wanted to see his face immediately, but unfortunately he could only guess. 

''Am I too weird to wear this shirt, sir?'' tanya Ainaya broke Haris' daydream. 

The man nodded quickly. 

''No, nothing strange. Now you take Bilal, I'm too late.''

Haris switched the conversation, afraid that Ainaya would see her face which was now shrouded in awe. 

''Da-da, honey. Papa go first yes.'' Haris kissed Bilal's cheeks in turn and left. 

Upon arriving at the doorway, he turned his head to look at the back of Ainaya who was walking towards the room. 

What the hell am I thinking? my wife is just Jihan. Until whenever there is only him. Don't think weird.

Repeating his mixed feelings is not careless