Princess Surgaku Khaula
Either strong or dead
Exactly a week like my husband said. Today he came home with a face that was not too cheerful as usual when he went out of town. I was also not interested in just asking for news or his mood.
"Yet not asleep?" Ask husband.
"It's just going to sleep." My answer.
I trim my pillow and get ready for bed, but I can't sleep either. The sound of my husband's cell phone rang, I didn't mean to eavesdrop but it was clear in my ears because my husband just went to the corner of the room, maybe he thought I was sleeping well and didn't hear what was being talked about on the phone.
"Dear, I'll be right back there. I have something to finish here. Be patient, take good care of our baby. If the money I give you is less, you let me know. Buy nutritious food or anything you want to buy. I'll call you back tomorrow."
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"Yes, my wife is asleep."
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"Dear, you take good care of yourself too." That's how I heard it.
My wife's asleep? what do they mean it's me? does the woman know that my husband is married? whatisthis? what kind of woman is she? but never mind, they look decent. I just focus on my goal!
Three months on, my food business has made a decent profit. My son doesn't look moody now. Every time he went home he could act as usual as well if in front of his papah, only now he had never wanted to if invited to go alone or chat for a long time.
I met a lot of new business partners. Most of them are men. But none of them caught my attention. I always act normal with them. I plan to open a Muslim clothing store. My husband has never been late to give me a fairly large monthly money and I have always set aside for a long time, now it has accumulated quite a lot. I use it to open a boutique, but who will manage it? I won't be able to manage it alone.
Should I open a job to fill a boutique manager position? but can I easily give my trust to new people?
The miss! yeah Miss who's gonna manage my new boutique. I called Miss's number right then and there.
"Assalamu'alaikum Longs. How are you?" I opened the conversation.
"Wa'alaikum hail Humaira's mother. Good news Mom, how are you?" Answer Homes.
"Good Miss. Oh yeah how's your sale?still?" My speech.
"Mother still." The answer.
"Sound child?" I asked about his son's son.
"Heath Bu alhamdulillah." Missing answers relieved me.
"Look, actually I just opened a new boutique here. I am confused because I cannot manage it myself because it seems like my time will not be enough to remember many activities that I have to live. So, I mean calling to offer you a boutique manager position on salary issues we can talk about here. Are you ready?" I explained my purpose in calling her.
"I'm ready, Mom, miss it. But ma'am, where are we going to stay? can you miss taking your kids?" The question he asked me.
"If you can't take them, who will you leave them with? of course I can. Take them with me, I miss them a lot. Tomorrow our driver will pick you up and the kids, get ready. Let your kids go to school here." My answer.
"Good Mom, fine. Thank you, Mom." Missing Speech.
His voice was a bit shaky I heard, maybe he was so happy just like when I gave him 11 clothes in public transportation a few months ago.
"Bi, prepare a guest room!" My orders are with our house assistants.
"Who is Mah for? Grandma's gonna be here?" Ask Ammar.
"No son, not Grandma but Miss and her child who amak here. Mamah sent him here to run Mamah's new boutique. You need an assistant, you're starting to feel overwhelmed." I said to Ammar.
"Oh so, the day after tomorrow I have to go back to college mah." Ammar.
"Alright my doctor, study diligently so the doctor sir later if Mamah is sick do not need someone else to take care of." I said to my beloved son.
we laughed together, and then my husband's voice surprised us!
"Again what on earth? Follow dong." Suddenly my husband was beside me.
"Engga Pah's. Oh yes tomorrow there will be guests here maybe for a few days he's here before Mamah finds a place to stay for them, while they'll have Mamah occupy the guest room first." I gave information about Miss's arrival.
"Who's Mah?" Ask husband.
"Why did Mom find a place to stay?" Ask my husband in wonder.
"You have a little cooperation with him." My answer.
"What cooperation Mah? Mama's never told you anything before." My husband is still curious
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"Mamah open a small business, rather than saturated at home continue no activity." My answer.
"Oh so. Good Mah, Mamah so not too saturated .Oh yeah, I have a job out of town again. Maybe it's a while now, about two weeks papah's there." Her speech.
"okay." I answered with a sweet smile and went to the room. It's good that if you stay there longer, my heart gets used to it and I can freely work outside the home.
"Well, you never protested when I spent a lot of time out of town? usually you pout if papah stays." He began to wonder at my attitude.
"And I'm used to reward." I'm trying to cover up.
"You're also sick now mah." Her speech.
"Feel the feeling of Papah once." I try to cover up.
"Why did Papah cheat on Hayooo?" Maybe he meant to bluff.
"Have you?" I answered casually.
"What's? already what? Mama is suspicious of Papah? or did Mamah accuse Papah?" He was suddenly angry.
"Have Pah, do not discuss the end of the end only hurt Mamah. Besides, if Papah cheated on Mamah, what could it be? can only be done, right?" Reply again.
"There is a struggle, Mah? emang Mamah doesn't love Papah anymore?" Urge me.
"Does you know? from the first day Mamah became papah's wife until now it was a struggle! Mamah had to live with people who did not love Mamah, Mamah learned to persuade Papah, Mamah took care of the child without Papah noticing, Mama learned to persuade Papah, What is false love and how many lies have you covered up to this day? until this moment mamah trying to be patient and calm is it not a reward struggle?" My emotions are starting to catch on.
"Fake love? what does Mamah mean?" My husband was trying to fish so that what I was hiding was visible.
"Ask Papah, do you really love Mamah?" Ketus.
"What's this why?" He kept asking me about my attitude.
"Gapapa Dad. Mamah so slammed because it carried the atmosphere. Mama is sad, her close friend is hurt. The husband he boasted of betraying, the perfect husband in his eyes had fooled him, repeatedly lying and laughing over his wife's suffering. Her husband married Siri to another woman, even the chosen woman was not much better than him. On the pretext of completing the work he often went to see his wife sir, I even saw with my eyes a pair of lovebirds shameless was in the maternity clinic to check the condition of the contents of his wife sir. I never thought about the reward, it turns out that many miserable humans like them roam around. They are born perfect but in their adult years they lose heart. Important organs, right, liver? but pity they have no heart anymore." I was so satisfied that I had insinuated it.
My husband just kept his head down, not once did he dare to look me in the face. I don't know if he's upset or embarrassed.
"That? Papah why?" My toot.
"Not Mah." Answer's short.
"Let's get some rest, Mamah prepare the Papah equipment first. Papah should bring more clothes, right? this time Papah was gone for a long time." I'm switching our conversation.
"Yes Mah, Papah take a bath first." Say it while it passes.
This time I packed my husband's stuff without a single tear drop, not as thick as usual this taste, remembering a few months ago I cried until my eyes were moist when preparing my husband's goods, I hugged the shirt my husband was going to bring to wear in front of the woman. But now no, everything feels ordinary.
"Bah, all the stuff you need I packed into a pah suitcase. Including your perfumes, so you don't have trouble finding perfumes with your signature scent there." My words insinuate.
"Yes Mah. Ma...." He said, as if there was something he wanted to say.
"Why Pah?" Reply relax.
"Eemmhh...Not the Mah." He answered while breaking his body.
From the look on your face I know there's something you want to tell Pah.
