Not a Savings Woman

Guilt

''I'm sorry, because of me you have to be affected. I'm sure these are the people who hate me, not you.'' Haris rubbed Ainaya's hand gently.

''Why are you sure? We do not yet know this was purely an accident or indeed intentional, Ainaya replied. She hoped it was pure so that there would be no hostility involving her enemy and her husband.

''I'm not a fool, honey. I'm sure this is intentional.'' Haris was so sure that the injuries Ainaya suffered were an element of willfulness.

''Come, Mas. You better sleep, it's night.'' Swiping Haris' back. Turn on the dim light and then turn off the main light.

It is certain that tonight there will be no struggle given the condition of Ainaya that has not healed.

''I saw Bilal for a while, you sleep first.'' Haris stood up from his seat. Cover part of Ainaya's body with a blanket and then exit. While carrying a cell phone.

He will not be able to sleep until he finds the man behind his wife's wounds. He walked towards the balcony, staring far ahead where the darkness was overflowing, there were only a few flashing stars.

''All this time I only gave him pain, and now I will not let anyone else make him suffer again.''

Cell phones ringing out Haris' daydream. The man immediately picked it up and lifted it up.

''What's up?'' ask Haris to the core.

''Sorry, Mister. It turns out that woman is not a real person here. He is domiciled in Surabaya, and from the information I heard, he was back this afternoon by train. Do I have to go there?'' ask the heavy voice on the other end of the phone.

''Still looking for him, I'm sure this is just a tactic. For sure he will find another way to harm Ainaya or perhaps another.''

Haris closed the connection. Getting angry with people who play cat-killingan.

''If you are jealous of my happiness, this is not the way, but if you envy my possessions, why not be smartly hostile.''

Throwing a punch towards the air, annoyed. But can't vent on anyone.

Day down to ground floor. Approaching Mr. Ida and Mr. Indrawan who has not slept. Sitting in the middle of them like a child.

''Do you need help papa?'' tawar pak Indrawan seriously.

''The only person who was a suspect has gone to Surabaya, Pa. I'm sure he deliberately tricked us.'' Haris closed his eyes for a moment unraveling his burning annoyance.

Either alah, whereas in the past Jihan often experienced pain or problems, but he was not like today. In fact, he felt that he had failed to protect his wife.

''For a while leave Ainaya at home. Maybe for a few days you also have to be at home to take care of him, said Mr. Indrawan.

Haris nodded in agreement, it was already planned while waiting for the results of the investigation into Surabaya. Hope to be found and produce results.

''I'll go to the room first, Pa.'' Haris said goodbye and returned to the room after checking Bilal's room.

The sound of alarm disturbed Ainaya who still felt sleepy. He opened his eyes and checked his hand.

Although the hot taste had begun to fade due to the ointment, but the red spots had not disappeared.

'When am I healed?'' his murmur that Haris could still hear who also just opened his eyes.

''Doctor Naina said one more week, just be patient. I'm sure it'll be healed soon.'' Peeping Ainaya's forehead. Then, get off the bed. Stretch muscles that feel stiff while walking to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Ainaya turned on the main light and immediately followed to the bathroom. I used to shower with my husband.

It feels so warm beating the cold air shower. Although there is no more scene, she feels like a full-fledged wife when she can serve her beloved husband. Get shampoo, soap and towels as requested.

''This morning I want to eat lobster.''

Haris who had finished taking a bath tied a towel on her stomach. Staring at Ainaya who seemed to be drying his hair in front of the mirror.

''What's up, Den? What breakfast request?'' Aunty is styled like a young child when asking the swordsman to sing a song.

''Cute sour lobster this morning too,'' Haris replied as the wife requested.

I heard footsteps from the end of the phone. Then auntie clucked in annoyance.

''Too bad there's no lobster, Den. Only squid and knit the same meat, happened to be a new aunt shopping later at noon, how oruh?''

Bibi is indeed a Sundanese who sometimes carry the village dialect, but also more into Indonesian.

Haris ber Oh ria's. Then ask Ainaya.

''No need, Mas. The others replied Ainaya a little disappointed.

''Okay, Bi. Anytime her lobster, now the potluck.''

Haris turned off his phone and returned to calling someone while rubbing the ointment in Ainaya's hand.

''This morning bring two servings of sweet-sour lobster, fast a little, I'm hungry said Haris who was immediately diyakan by the telephone receiver.

Haris there's Ainaya coming down together. They went straight to Bilal's room. Although the woman can not carry, but not afdhol if you have not seen the state of the baby.

''Mama gets well quickly yes, later we go on vacation, '' said Haris imitating the voice of a child.

''There is no change?'' ask Ida from the middle of the room.

Ainaya walked up to him and showed a spot that had started to blacken.

''What if it feels like? Still sick?'' ask Ida to investigate.

''No, Ma. But it's a little itchy. It's like last night I scratched my sleep, so it's bloody.'' Shows blisters on the pinky part.

''Must be careful, Nay, do not use cheap lotion, it must be proven BPOMnya.''

''Yes, Ma, '' Ainaya replied briefly.

''Den Haris, your order has arrived.'' Pak Satpam approached Haris and Bilal who were already in the dining room.

''Please, Sir.'' Haris received a crackle bag that has a famous restaurant logo subscription. He asked the aunt to move the food and called Ainaya.

''It's so fast.'' Ainya helped auntie take the plate and open her crackle bag.

''That's the plane, '' replied Haris origin.

''The Aden Mobile. What should aunt take?'' shouted the aunt who was in charge of cleaning Haris' room.

''Take it, Bi. Bring it here.'' Haris slightly shouted as he looked at Ainaya who was already sitting on the dining room chair.

Aunty ran over with the phone still ringing and gave it to Haris.

''Take Bilal for a minute.'' Sliding badge green sign accept.

However, he still could not talk to the caller because Bilal tightly gripped his shirt.

''Come with papa again, son. Just relax baby.'' Haris rubbed the head of the son and placed a flat object in his ear.

Instantly his eyes widened to hear the explanation of someone who was behind the phone, although his voice faltered and quietly, he could hear it clearly.