Not Ordinary Love

Secrets of Love (2)

AIRIN

Really, my heart aches being treated that way by her. He said there was nothing to forgive. But his attitude clearly showed anger. Oh my God, what the hell did I do that makes him now behave like that.

Last night, after a few hours I waited for him to come home. Not one bit he glanced at me. Only Mother was swept over, while her attitude towards me was still cold. I don't feel my tears flowing. But I kept trying to calm down and serve him as usual. Until I had to pretend to sleep first to avoid it so that my heart would not be sad anymore.

I can't go to sleep, my eyes can't be closed. After I saw Devid sleeping in his sleep. I also wake up. I looked at his handsome face, the face I have always missed. But that face now never smiles at me again, I don't know what's wrong with me.

I took ablution and I stretched out my prayer mat. Only this can always give me peace. I will inflict all my pain on God. Crying in my bow, I am sure God is listening to my groans.

Oh my God, what should I do. I don't want my household to fail again. Especially now that my heart has been attached to it. And Syfa had considered him his real father. But why is Devid changing now. What I've done.

I remember what Mother said, a wife must always give up. Apologizing first is not a weakness. Maybe true, I should apologize first to Devid. May his heart be softened by God.

No Adhan Fajr was heard. Oh, my God, I really didn't fall asleep. I saw Devid get up and walk towards the bathroom. Without waiting any longer, I immediately apologized to him. But Devid doesn't seem to forgive me. Even though my tears have flowed. Until the sound of my crying woke up Syfa who was fast asleep. I hope my cry is not heard by my mother-in-law.

I finally got Syfa and I hugged my sling. My heart is really sad. What's my fault so Devid mas like this. I cried in silence, my tears never subsided.

"nanan nanis. nanan nanis.."Syfa's voice is turning me on. My little girl wiped my tears. His face was afraid and sad.

"No dear, Mother no longer crying. Syfa is still sleepy. Go to sleep again. Yuk nen first.." I persuaded Syfa to go back to sleep. I'm milking him while lying down. Maybe because I haven't slept all night. Drowsiness also makes me sleep.

I was surprised when I woke up, I thought Syfa next to me was still sound asleep. I saw the clock on the wall. It's almost eight in the morning. Oh my God, I fell asleep earlier. Slowly I got out of bed, so that Syfa would not be surprised. Mas Devid is no longer in the room.I opened the door to the bathroom empty. I saw his bag and his shoes. He's gone maybe. Or still breakfast. I also wash my face, clean as necessary. Then put on the hijab and leave the room. Sepi, it's true that my guess is that Devid has already left for the Hospital.

"You've had Airin." My mother-in-law greeted me. As I sat quietly at the dining table alone.

"Eh Mother, sorry bund, Airin fell asleep again after dawn.." Answer me for what it is.

"No pa pa, you work here. I have to get up every morning. This is your home. It's natural that you take a break all day.. It should be so. Don't be so tired. So your body remains fit to serve the inner born husband" said my mother-in-law advising while blinking one eye. I don't know what that means, I thought for a long time. O God, could it be that the meaning of the Mother of inner birth is also a matter of bed.

"Oh Allah, how sinful I am. Do not be a servant of Allah. I promise you, tonight I will give my husband the right to be his servant." My prayers are in my heart.

The morning passed, and I spent my day as usual. Taking care of my little girl Syfa. And accompany my mother-in-law. We are sometimes creative in the kitchen practicing the latest recipe recipes that we get from sosmed Sometimes we take care of the flowers. Behind the house is a flower garden. The flowers are beautiful and blooming. Sometimes I help you take care of the flowers.

It did not feel like the day went up in the afternoon, Devid still did not come home. Maybe he'll come home again tonight. Let it be okay. The important thing tonight is that I have to prepare myself as best I can. I want tonight to fulfill one of my duties as a wife that I have never done. Even though we've been married for almost a year.

Syfa I bathed and I fed. He's with Mother again and there's a nanny. I want to take a bath while soaking in the bath tub. Pampering my skin, so that later tonight mas Devid does not feel disappointed with my service. I smiled at my own smile imagining it. My chest is pounding. It feels very different from what I have been with Andri mas, my husband's matan. If I used to feel very scared and was was.

Maybe all because the taste in this heart is different. I didn't love Andri because of his harsh treatment of me. It's different from how I feel now for Devid. Is this what is called love. I was embarrassed to think about it myself.

Shortly after the prayer Isya mas Devid came home. I saw his face crumpled like he was under a lot of trouble. Is it my fault that much of a week makes my husband that wrinkled face. "Puni is a servant of Allah." I cried out in my heart.

I kissed her hand, I helped her open her work boots as usual. I also prepared mineral water. The doctor's white coat I put in the dirty clothes.

"Mas wants to take a shower now" I asked gently with a smile. But mes Devid didn't respond to me. He just passed by to the bathroom. I try to understand his attitude. Swmoga after tonight mas Devid attitude will return like yesterday.

Devid came out of the bathroom. And get dressed, put on the change of clothes I've prepared. He was still silent and cold.

"Mas wants dinner, I'll get you ready.." My word.

"No need, I've eaten earlier in the hospital you just rest. Get some sleep, I'm gonna have a little work space." Answer Devid without looking at me, then go straight out of the room. I fell silent, honestly I became weak again. I want to cry again. Quickly I remove the tears that flow. No, tonight there can be no more sadness. I better be ready.

I cleaned myself, then I rubbed my face with moisturizer, so as not to look pale. I replaced my dress with a lingerie. I looked at my reflection in the glass. Although there were some scars on my body because of the torture of my ex-husband, but thankfully it was not very visible anymore. Because every day I use a lotion that can remove scars. I polish my lips with lipstick. Although thin, but quite looks blushing. I hope Devid likes the color. Don't forget to wear a little parfhum.

Now I'm ready to wait for my husband to come back into the room. Actually I deg an. This is all the first thing for me, though. Dress sexy and preen like this. But that's okay, my intention is to serve my husband. Allah pati meridhoiku.

I put my body on the bed. Syfa I deliberately put to sleep with Mother. Thank goodness my mother-in-law seemed to understand even though I didn't explain. Seconds to minutes, it did not feel like it had been almost two hours I waited for Devid mas. But he hasn't returned to the room yet. Maybe because my clothes are very minimal and the cool room temperature makes my eyes sleepy. And I didn't even realize I was falling asleep fast.