Not Mauku

The soul of Endro

Dimas recalls looking up, "Can't be like iyu Bu, I never do anything, even meet Mother's daughter I never," Dimas began to growl with annoyance.

Mahdalene lifted her shoulders, "Forced," as she moved from her seat to leave the place.

Dimas stared at Ma'am Mahdalena's back briefly, then rose with his face bent, walking unsteadily towards the car in the parking lot some distance from where he was sitting.

Mr. Mad faithfully stayed in the car waiting for the master to come, "Rome now,?" ask Mr. Mad to Dimas after he sits behind him.

"Yes the way,?" answer Dimas quickly.

Not waiting for long Mr. Mad rewind the car then drove home, from the rearview mirror look Dimas's face looks tangled like a lot of thought, but Mr. Mad did not dare to ask.

They were silent in a thousand languages, only the subtle sound of the car engine they were driving, unpretentious to the sound of the other machines.

Dimas's gaze far off his mind kept turning, "It should be how, there is no way I can get married again, what else just to cover up the disgrace, I have to meet Dery immediately, to talk about this, to talk about this, may he be willing to help me, not for long, just a few months," said Dimas, nodding his head.

After some time the car finally entered the yard, just set foot on the terrace, the wife greeted him at the door with a smile on her lips.

"Assalamu'alaikum.., who just came home anyway, did not give any news as well," asked Naya as she reached for Dimas' hand and then kissed him, the face that had been anxious immediately turned happy.

Greetings wa'alaikum, sorry baby I'm late," lightly.

"Can you tell me? I went back and forth the phone, there was no chat coming in, no Mr. Mad is also not active," said Naya as she glanced at Mr. Mad who passed nearby.

"Sorry Mom, my phone drup," said Mr. Mad then entered first after entering the car into the garage.

Deg.., Dimas just remembered that his cellphone in the bag was dead, but Dimas tried to divert the conversation.

"Are the kids asleep, are you,?" asked Dimas, as he walked into the house.

"Here," Naya looked at the tired face of the husband, "Yes already want to have dinner first what would you like to take a shower first,?" ask Naya.

"Em.., would you like to eat first, sir, eat first, sir,?" sahut Dimas then turned to his driver to invite him to eat together.

"I want to clean first Sir," said Mr. Mad bowed respectfully.

Naya served her husband dinner, from taking the plate to the contents, Dimas looked at the wife meaningfully.

"Darling to eat, huh,? eat it," Dimas feeds Naya who just keeps watching him eat.

Naya shook her head, "I'm not hungry, my stomach is full of worry, scared of her husband to death but.., her husband lightly apologized," Naya said in a sad tone.

Dimas gasped to hear his wife say, "Honey.., I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you, and I also forgot to activate the phone earlier, you know that I was on duty like to turn off the phone."

Dimas who had been feeling hungry, suddenly became tasteless, finally he just stirred up the leftovers on his plate.

Naya becomes guilty, making her husband feel like he has no appetite, Naya takes over the spoon and feeds Dimas, but only one bribe Dimas has refused on the grounds that he is full, "Enough, enough, already full Bun," then sipped a glass of water.

"But that.., there's still a lot to spend first," staring at the unusual husband like this, made Naya feel even more guilty.

"Which,?" call Naya after seeing Dimas get up from his seat and shift the chair to walk up the stairs.

"Dad wants to take a shower first, sultry," he said immediately up the stairs.

Naya was struck in place, not feeling a circle of tears falling down her cheeks, a feeling that was not good enough, finally spurting also with water that flowed without being invited.

Bi Taty who saw that, could not bear to and approached, rubbed Naya's shoulders gently, "Maybe Mister is tired, hectic all day, so don't be made sad."

Naya rubbed her cheeks with both palms, "I'm just sad, don't know why this heart had been feeling bad, depressed, anxious, worried, the pokonya was difficult to express with the words Bi, Bi, my heart is pounding erratically, Gini" said Naya.

"Patiently, ma'am," again Bi Taty's palm rubbed gently on Naya's shoulder.

In Naya's room found her husband asleep, Naya approached the edge of the bed, glanced at the baby who was still sleeping, then looked at the face of the husband who had also closed his eyes, and then looked at the face of the husband who had also closed his eyes, she climbed on all fours and lay down beside her husband.

Naya stared lovingly, then kissed the husband's cheeks right and left, while Dimas did not respond but secretly his lips painted a smile.

The next day, as usual Dimas was getting ready to go to work, Naya escorted him to the terrace, "Be careful who, hurry home huh.?"

"Dear, take care of yourself, Assalamu'alaikum..," did not forget to kiss the wife's forehead, Naya.

"Wa'alaikum salam" waving, Naya entered the house after her husband's car sped away from the yard.

"Bi please make me a ginger drink, huh,?" pinta Naya on Auntie who was putting dirty clothes into the washing machine.

"Good Ma'am" Bi Taty said.

"E.., H. Bi, let me make it myself, Auntie is busy," Naya said.

"It's okay Auntie just makes Mom sit down," Aunt immediately complied with her employer's request.

Naya smiled faintly, "Still ya Bi," while grogging and sitting on the sofa while playing her phone.

"I, it's not unusual for Bi, it's fine, just want to go to the boutique a little mager that," said Naya lethargic.

"So you want to watch from home, then,?" ask Auntie back while serving her warm drink.

Naya paused for a moment, then with a sigh she said, "No, I'm going to the boutique in a moment."

Unfortunately, Naya went to the boutique even though the heart feels really mager tuk ngapa-ngapain, somehow these last days do not feel good.

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At the hospital Dimas was busy working even though his heart was still not plong with the problem of Ms. Mahdalena who asked him to marry her daughter.

While resting in the canteen next to the hospital, Dimas and Endro were sitting together, Endro noticed his friend was daydreaming a lot, as a friend who Kerr Endro will obviously ask for the reason what his friend thinks.

"Why do you daydream, then,? don't tell me anymore there's a problem," looked at the friend, "Didn't get a ration last night, ha.ha.ha..," asked Endro who finally chuckled to himself.

Dimas turned his head while exhaling violently, "True, is facing a problem," Dimas said and turned his gaze again.

Endro was curious, "What's the matter bro.?"

Instead of answering, Dimas instead looked at Endro very closely, making Endro more curious, his cocky soul increasingly struggling.

"Look bro.., who knows I can help you.?"

Before replying Dimas let out a long sigh, "I was asked to marry Miss Mahdalena's daughter."

"What, how so,?" Endro was very surprised to hear that, "What,? how can you, as if you are married, do not-do you what-pain his daughter, huh..,?" endro Goda pointed to Dimas.

"Just son, You're out of your mind, okay,? you've gone mad to think that way," while shaking with an annoyed face.

"Don't mess around once, it's from afar" Dimas added.

"He..,he.he.., I am sorry, Then what do you want when you have a wife and kids?" Endro looked at Dimas sharply, Endro was very inexhaustible think you can, Ma'am Mahdalena asked Dimas to be his mant.

Dimas was silent as he sipped his canned drink.

"Eh.., I mean, then do you want to, while you already have a wife and children.?" the sharper and more curious.

"Obviously not, so I want to find a man who wants to marry her, until the girl gives birth,?"

"What.., she's pregnant, huh,? for a moment, why don't you ask to marry the same one who impregnated her," Endro was astonished and scratched his head that was not itchy.

"His girlfriend, she died in the accident."

"Died in an accident,?" then Endro fell silent.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Mahdalene dares to pay for the man who will marry her daughter."

"Anything,?" endro asked enthusiastically.

"Yes, whatever," Dimas nodded his head.

"Well interesting, I'd like to, '" imagining that he married the council's daughter where he got money too.

"Do you really want to, huh,? alhamdulillah..," Diams rubbed his face, finally he found a man who could replace him.

"Ah no-no, I don't want to take any chances," Endro shook his head.

"Pake the indo language why the hell,?" Dimas glared, was already relieved eh.., it turns out.

"No-no, I don't want to risk it, no, because I'm sure there will be a risk, anyhow with Citra bro,?" endro again shook his head.

"Still mending you a new lover, I've married bro, if I can't get a man who's willing to marry her, Mahdalena will force me to do it, you know it's very unlikely for me ! Comeon. , help me.?"

"Iddih.., he said he only uses indo, now he himself?" endro made Dimas grin.

"No, I can't" again Endro shook his head.

In the morning again sighing long, Aldo could not want also, after all not like the faith, Dimas knitted his forehead as if thinking, the only way to ask for help to Dery.

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