Not a Savings Woman

Come home

Ainaya tied his hair with origin when he heard the knock of the door from outside. 

Whether that was how much, he forgot to count it. 

''Shortly,'' he shouted while tidying up his slightly thicker liptsiknya, then came out. 

His eyes turned towards the central room, where there were piles of gift boxes as well as other gifts. 

''What might this be suratan mas Haris again, ''' his latest.

If true, then Ainaya was reluctant to open it. However, he also did not want to make the move that is currently at the door waiting too long. 

Ainaya opened the door wide. Folding both of his hands looked at the familiar figure in his eyes. She is Haris, husband or I don't know, Ainaya is getting confused about what to call it. 

Ainaya smiled sweetly, but was filled with condemnation. 

''How are you, Nay?'' haris asked guiltlessly already interfered with Ainaya's activities. 

Ainaya. Look at the bouquet of flowers in the man's hand. 

''It's not good, '' he replied after a few minutes. 

"You sick?" Haris panic. He came in, put the flowers on the table. Pasting the back of his hand on the wife's forehead that looked fine. 

"Not hot, Nay? Is it possible that your stomach is not good?" ask the stupid Haris. 

''My heart is not good, '' replied Ainaya ketus. Walk towards the living room. 

''Is there something you want to buy? Is the money I gave you yesterday gone?'' tanya Haris. 

Ainaya shook his head quickly. Stopping Haris who almost took his phone.

''Actually what does Master want to do with me?'' ask Ainaya to the tree. 

I don't want to talk anymore, and hope everything is clear. 

Haris. Setting his heart which is now drifting to the same here. 

''I just want to live quietly and forget everything that happened. We have no relationship anymore. I have kept my promise. And I think everything is enough, so let me go. Let me choose to live a better path, Ainaya said. 

Haris took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. 

''Now say! What do you want from me?'' tanya Ainaya grabbed both arms of Haris. ''Say!'' her strangulation emphasized. 

Haris closed his eyes, unable to see the tears that fell on Ainaya's cheeks. It was enough all this time that he made the woman suffer and it was time to make her happy. 

"I __" said Haris stopped. His lips were too faint to reveal his heart. 

Ainaya walked towards the living room, pointing at the gift box Haris had sent all day. 

''Bring home! I don't need these things he said seriously. 

Haris approached and grabbed the wife's tiny body and held her. 

''Forgive me, Nay, '' he said. 

Ainaya rebelled, trying to push the husband's burly body. But what power, power that is too small is not able to take off that tight hug. 

''Release, Sir! I beg you to let go!'' pinta Ainaya snapped. 

Not for Haris who actually tightened his embrace. To think that voice is just a joke. 

Free to fight, as hard as Ainaya exert energy. He lost, and finally chose silence. 

A few minutes later they hugged. No, it was precisely Haris who was enjoying the embrace. 

''Now go!'' said Ainaya slowly. 

Haris let go of her embrace. Cupping both cheeks Ainaya. Confused, in a way that must apologize to the woman. 

''I know you're angry and disappointed with what I've been doing all along. But please allow me to see you. We are still husband and wife, and you are my responsibility, said Haris. 

Ainaya was confused, on the one hand there was a hint of happiness when Haris admitted her as a wife, but there was a pain that was so severe that he could not accept it. 

Haris nodded in agreement. He led Ainaya to the room and helped her lie down. 

''I go first, '' said Haris turning the body. Unconsciously the clear circle dripped so hard that he quickly rubbed it, afraid that Ainaya would see that. 

The phone rang stopping Haris's steps that had already arrived at the doorway of the room. 

''What? Bilal fever.'' Haris was shocked when he got a call from the house guy. 

Ainaya got up and got out of bed. Approaching Haris who was still busy talking to his flat object. 

''What's up, sir?'' ask Ainaya to panic. 

''Bilal has a fever, I'll take him to the hospital.'' 

''I'm coming, '' said Ainaya hurriedly. He probably slept peacefully while his son was sick. 

Haris and Ainaya arrive home. They went straight to Bilal's room and confirmed it. Taking Bilal out of the hands of the nanny. Kissing her cheeks repeatedly. 

''Mama is here, son. Mama's coming, '' whispered Ainaya.  

Bilal who was whimpering suddenly shut up and smiled. It was as if he had found half his soul.

''Where's the crap, Ma'am?'' ask Haris to Mimin, Bilal's new nanny. 

''Bu Jihan is leaving, sir. It was only about fifteen minutes ago, he replied honestly. 

''Mbak just come out, let Ainaya take care of Bilal,''' tell Haris and then close the door. 

What's their relationship? Why did the little master instantly shut up when he was in the woman's arms earlier. Don't don't __" 

Mimin to the back. Do not want to prejudge his employer. 

''Bilal kangen same mom huh? This is my mom coming.'' Haris menoel cheeks of the baby alternately. 

''How, Nay? Shouldn't we just take him to the hospital?'' ask Haris still pitched worried. Fear of something happening to the baby. 

Ainaya confirmed it again then shook his head. ''Let me take care of him.''

Yes yes yes yes  

Haris' heart cheered in joy at Ainaya's decision. At least he could see the woman a little longer. 

The rumbling sound from outside made Ainaya and Haris look at each other. 

''It looks like my mom is coming.'' Haris opened the door.

Right, it turns out that Ida and Indrawan sir are coming.  

As usual, they went straight to Bilal's room. 

''Oh, Nay, instead of you leaving why are you still here?'' ask Ida surprised. 

''So I happened to meet Mr. Haris, Auntie. He invited me to visit Bilal, so I went along, Ainaya told a lie. 

Haris nods to convince Ida not to be suspicious.

''Where to go?'' ask Bu Ida dizzy. 

''Jihan's gone, Ma. There might be an appointment with his friend, replied Haris casually. 

Madam Ida looked at Haris with a look of anger. ''Why did you let her go, Ris. He has just recovered, you should have banned him. 

Haris stared at Ainaya who pretended to be busy playing with Bilal. In fact, he knew the woman's heart must have been sore hearing that Ida was more worried about Jihan who was actually okay than she was. 

Maybe not now I'm explaining to my mom. Nay, but I promise you, this will all be uncovered as soon as possible. 

''She herself was insistent on wanting to leave, Ma. So let it go. Jihan is healthy anyway.'' Haris approached Ainaya and whispered,

''Forgive me for not being able to tell you the truth.