Not a Savings Woman

Kb permanent

Jihan approached Ainaya who was busy tidying Bilal's clothes in the closet. There was nothing wrong with the woman, but she felt that Haris had bought her expensive clothes. 

''Uh, mother. Sorry I didn't know Mom was coming.'' Ainaya bowed kindly. 

Jihan approached the bed. Making sure Bilal is asleep. Glance at the totebag on the sofa. 

''Mas Haris bought you clothes?'' ask her cynically. 

Ainaya nodded without a sound. 

''You know the price of that shirt?'' ask Jihan to investigate. 

Ainaya stared at the clothes attached to her body and then shook her head. All this time both wear fancy clothes but with different brands. 

''The price of the shirt is equivalent to the salary of a domestic assistant for three months, ''' Jihan explained clearly.

Ainaya smiled faintly. ''Sorry, Madam. I never asked Mr. Haris to buy clothes, so if you don't agree you can talk to him, ''' Deny Persecution without fear. 

''That's not what I mean, Nay. But you should know your position in this house. You are here only Bilal arena, not the others.'' 

Ainaya silently digested the speech that slid from the corner of his lips. 

''What do you mean, Mother?" ask Ainaya to make sure. 

''I mean, don't get too familiar with Mas Haris. I know he's your concern, but remember don't take his kindness for other purposes, '' said Jihan and left without waiting for an answer from Ainaya. 

''Oh yes, please clean my closet as well. I was lazy, he said as he arrived at the doorway. 

Ainaya took a deep breath. If not for Haris's coercion, he might have gone home by now and would not have faced the jealous Jihan. 

''I don't know what this all means either, but from the bottom I don't want to be among you either. It has been enough all this time that I have relented and will not fall into the same hole.''

Ainaya went straight to Jihan's room. He turned to Haris who seemed to enjoy the night breeze on the balcony and opened a large closet. 

While Jihan herself still has bi down.

Brakes 

Haris turned to the source of the voice. Ainaya grimaced while holding his head. Hurry in and get closer to his wife. 

''You're not papa, Nay?'' ask Haris worriedly. His hand rubbed Ainaya's head gently. 

''Other times be careful.'' Haris looked down. There was only a large dictionary book lying near Ainaya's feet. 

How can this dictionary be here? Not all books are on the bottom shelf. 

Haris picked up the thing. Remembering when he brought her upstairs. 

''What are you doing here?'' Haris put the dictionary on the table. Then approached Ainaya who was still covering his forehead with a palm.

''Bu Jihan told me to clean up the closet, and I didn't know that there was a book on top.'' Turning his head towards the dictionary that some time ago befell him. 

Why did Jihan tell Ainaya to clean up the closet, is it already night?  

Look at the clock on the wall. It was almost ten o'clock in the night that meant it was time to sleep, but with the tenor the woman was ordered to clean the closet. 

''You better sleep, let me take care of it.'' Haris closed the closet door, pushing Ainaya slowly towards the door. But suddenly Jihan came. 

''What is this?'' ask Jihan to investigate. Staring at Ainaya and Haris alternately. 

''There is no papa, I just told Ainaya to sleep, '' said Haris honestly. 

''I can't, Mom. Our closet is too messy, besides Ainaya has not been sleepy anyway.''

''But it's already night, Ji, '' Haris snapped. 

''You bought him?'' Jihan doesn't take it. 

''Already, already, I'll take care of his closet.''

Poor Ainaya, this afternoon did not sleep and now his sleep must be late again. What am I supposed to do? 

Haris was still confused as to which decision to take. Everything must be carefully thought out before choosing the best, he said. 

Most of the clothes in the closet belonged to Jihan. There are only a few of Haris's, and they have been seen for a long time. 

Where's Haris' closet?

Look at the large closet in the corner of the room. 

Maybe this is specifically Jihan's mom and that's Haris. 

Accidentally, Ainaya's hand nudged some of the paper at the bottom of the fold.  

Judging from the logo on the top of it is a hospital letter. 

Anya turned to Jihan who seemed to be asleep and read the contents of the attachment carefully. 

This is a report of permanent contraception, what does it mean?

Ainaya was shocked after reading as the report. Then continue the activity again to the bottom.

There's Jihan's signature. That means the report belongs to the woman.

It's only right that Jihan's not pregnant. Turns out he's permanent, does Haris know about this?  

Ainaya immediately returned the attachment in its original place. Then continue his activities. Unexpectedly, Jihan did such a cruel thing. 

Not only evil to the husband, but also in-laws who have been expecting grandchildren. 

Did Haris know about this. Ah, it doesn't feel possible. Must be Jihan's mom keeping it a secret from everyone. 

Ainaya closed the door and approached Haris.

''I'll go down first, sir. If you need something can just call it, Ainaya bargained. 

''Alright, good night, '' Haris said softly. 

Ainaya nodded then twisted his body again, looking at the unconscious Jihan. 

He closed the door and leaned against the wall, at the end of the stairs. 

''Many wives are competing to give children to her husband, but Jihan is lazy to deliberately do that. 

Ainaya went down the stairs and entered Bilal's room. He looked at the daughter. Thankful for giving birth to a baby for her husband.

Yes, although the hope is very small to unite with Haris, he is still grateful for what happened. Hopefully in the future will get real happiness. 

Just picked up the blanket, his phone rang. Ainaya immediately saw it 

Adam called. 

''Hello, Mas. What's up?'' Ainaya sat on the edge of the bed.

''Oh my goodness, Nay. Where are you?'' The voice asked worriedly and sounded panicked. 

''I'm at Haris' house, Mas. Bilal's body was hot. I had to take care of her, Ainaya said as if what was happening now.

''I'm sorry, when are you coming home?'' ask Adam a little. 

''It's like tomorrow, Mom. Bilal has improved too. I was going straight home, but my job wasn't done yet.'' 

Adam understands Ainaya's position, it must be very difficult. Bilal is his first child. It must be hard for a mother. 

''Yes already, now you just rest tomorrow I pick you up, '' said Adam before turning off his call.