Not the Hope Husband

Hardworking

"Now, I give you back the cigarette." Rumi gave Fatir a cigarette after smoking it and poured smoke into the sky.

Fatir stared at the cigarette. "Take it. I'm still there." It's a big deal to have to take it back.

Bi Ijah's steps closer to bringing a tray containing two cups of coffee. Fatir's eyes were fixed on two cups of coffee that bi Ijah served. "Thank you Bi?"

"The Same Den."

Fatir turned to Rumi for a moment. "Where's Mother?" Fatir started to open the conversation.

Rumi again let out cigarette smoke from her nose before replying. "I'm not married."

"Oh" said Fatir briefly. His two eyes looked at the vast sky.

"Yes, Den seems like Non Vi has been waiting for Aden on top," said bi Ijah.

"Oh, excuse me, ma'am? I'm gonna take a break." Fatir immediately got up from his seat and left the place.

Rumi widened her eyes perfectly on bi Ijah. "You know, right? I talked to him again. He even told her to go, coffee she hasn't had a drink yet."

"Non Rumi's. Den Fatir was waiting for his wife in the room, did I get it wrong?" bi Ijah stared inwardly at Rumi. "Coffee is easy. I just gulp."

"The maids don't have morals." Rumi stood up and left straight away.

Bi Ijah shook his head to see Rumi look away from him. ''Based on the employer's child there is no morality. Time want to decetin her sister's husband, not funny know,''

Fatir entered Viona's room, and the master was already preparing for bed. He lay on his back where Fatir slept.

"Isn't Salat Non yet?" sapa Fatir's.

"It." Answer Viona.

"When?"

"So, before bed." Reply Viona again.

Fatir smiled nosily. "Where? there's no trace of it."

"Iih .. I said yes already, that was when you were with Rumi." Viona surged awake, irritated by Fatir's talk.

"Kok's angry? can't be angry mbak, will get old soon. If you get old quickly, love the treasures a lot, do not enjoy." He moved his foot towards the bathroom.

"Uuh ... Bawel really? he said it was too." Viona's grouse looked at Fatir's back.

The night passed just like that. sleeping together and one blanket but blocked a roll as a separator.

Tick tick!

The sound of a wall clock that shows at 03:00 in the morning. Fatir woke up, opened his eyes slowly and found a beautiful face was sound asleep.

For a moment Fatir sat and looked at the figure of the sleeping woman. Then he walked down to the bathroom to clean up.

After two rakaats. He was ready to leave, before approaching Viona who was still asleep. "Mr? uh Vi .. I go first yes!"

"Hem, where?" muttered Viona with a characteristic hoarse voice of waking up without opening her eyes in the slightest.

"You go to the market. Shop to sell," Fatir's voice softly.

"So long?" keep Viona back.

"Yes, whose door is the key?" tanya Fatir was still standing on the edge of the bed.

"Em ... What time is it?" Viona still closed her eyes.

"Now, around 03."

"In the drawer there's a spare key, just lock it from the outside." Viona's voice while tightening a hug on the roll. Pulling the blanket, continuing his dream that had been delayed.

Fatir smile. Looking for the key that Viona meant, before closing the door. Fatir looked at the unmoved Viona, approached the dresser and kept a brown envelope. Then close the door tightly and rush down the stairs while wearing his jacket.

As Viona said she locked the door from the outside. Fatir immediately brought the motorbike not to forget to use his helmet. "Bismillah."

After dawn, Viona woke up from her sleep. Blurting his eyes turned to where Fatir used to sleep. Then clean up further the dawn prayer. Then settle in the room, opening the curtains and the bed. He continued preening to go to work and happened to want to attend a meeting at the company he now holds, if to the BANK rather unfortunate.

What he found on the table. A rather thick brown envelope. Once opened it turned out to be money and a piece of paper.

It says, "It's three million, make a month's shopping spree. Sorry I can only say that, I hope with this money can help the shopping money." It contained a piece of paper that Fatir had written.

This was something Viona had never thought of before. He did not expect that Fatir would do this giving him shopping money. And with the money is enough for both of course with a simple lifestyle.

Then Viona put it in the bag. Finishing polishing his face, after which rushed down towards the kitchen for breakfast.

"Bi?" call Viona and then sit while making warm milk.

"Where's the argument, Non?" ask bi Ijah.

"Em, he doesn't exist. It's gone from the early hours of yesterday" said Viona.

"In the morning? where's Non? not a non-excuse, right?" bi Ijah was shocked.

Viona. "Auntie .. I must have kicked him out! he went to the market for a sale. There's-there's this Ijah bi." Boost.

"Oh, make a sale anyway ... What do aunt think? he he ..."

Viona took an envelope from her bag. "This is money for monthly shopping. This money is from Fatir for shopping."

"What, son Fatir, is shopping money?" bu Asri's voice from behind.

Viona turned their heads, her mama and her oma. "Yes. Ma."

"It turns out Oma's ghost is a responsible man. Oma likes that kind of guy to be hardworking and very responsible."

Viona smiled faintly. Then breakfast, all gathered at the dinner table. Rumi who is ready to go to work at once returned to her residence, while Sita has returned here also with her husband.

"Where's your husband? don't tell me you're still sleeping, his wife's work is delicious." Mr. Rusadi looked towards Viona.

Viona opened her mouth to answer. But Oma Yani had already preceded answering Rusadi's question.

"Who's still sleeping? vi's husband was up before you were literate." Oma Yani replied while slightly glaring.

Mr. Rusadi did not answer again, he lowered his head while eating.

"Papa. I want to go home, what do you want? pocket money or something. Mama too!" rumi's voice garnished silence.

"What's in your brain is money and money." Oma Yani cynical.

"Oma, his name is also a normal person who needs money. Only crazy people don't need money!" reply Rumi with a rather high tone.

"Tenang .. later Papa transfers. Don't make a fuss." Mr. Rusadi calmed his daughter.

Oma Yani. Then look at the grandson. "Fatir must not have breakfast Vi, bring him breakfast."

"But far away Oma, Vi has a meeting at the company. To the BANK must be a little afternoon too."

"You're Vi. Kasian him, you want to let him buy. Money again, dear." Wrote the old woman.

"From now on, Vi has to learn to cook dear. It's impossible not to buy it or rely on Auntie. Sometimes the husband wants the wife's cooking." Bu Asri stared softly at the princess only wayangnya.

"Later Vi thought. Now Vi is busy," ended his breakfast with a glass of water. Then grab her bag and say goodbye.

While driving, in his ear ringed the words of Oma and the mother just now. "Study cooking? very lazy, why is there a goofod? ah there-there's just. But it is also true that I was suddenly poor. Not even a husband." For him, arguments.

Viona was busy with her work. From the start of his company to work at BANK, Just returned home at four in the afternoon and directly to the hospital, he remembered that it was promised that Bu Afiah would come to the hospital after marriage.

I don't have a Fatir mobile number. Viona calls Sidar to tell Fatir. Waiting for me at the hospital.

Viona comes alone to the hospital, and Alisa can not send because her baby is not healthy. He walked to the bag of food and fruit.

"Assalamu'alaikum ... Mom, Vi's coming." Directly kiss the back of the mother-in-law's hand.

"Nduk .. Who is the same? where's Fatir!" ask bu Afiah.

"Em .. himself, he sells. Maybe later here, no one has come, right?" Viona keeps her hands on the table.

"Not yet" said Afiah.

Then Viona approached Sya who was sitting in a wheelchair. "How are you?" Hugged him.

"Bak is beautiful, the more beautiful. I've seen your wedding from Mas Sidar's phone. Ma'am is very pretty and Mas Fatir is handsome."

"Yes, have you seen?" Viona crouched down in front of Sya looking at him gently.

In the hallway of the hospital, was walking a beautiful woman with long hair straight towards the room where Sya was being cared for ....

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