Reaching Dreams

Chapter 82

Tiara accompanies Rahma every day at home. Rahma had been doing activities like before the incident that night. Even Rahma has seemed to teach again, although not entirely because the lecturer is on standby.

Rahma was no longer afraid to see Frans because Frans lived in a house with her. During their stay together, Frans tried to avoid direct contact with Rahma. The schedule of visits by psychiatrists who deal with Rahma has also begun to decrease. It used to be every day, then three times a week and now it is once a week.

The uterus continues to show significant changes. He's not hysterical anymore. I even started cooking. Apparently he did not forget Frans' favorite menu, without realizing he cooked Frans' favorite menu every day. Frans, who feels the attention of Rahma back as before, becomes calmer and hopes his marriage succeeds to become a family of Sakinah mawadah warahmah.

"Lo why smile at yourself on a crazy cake?" reprimand Tiara when she saw Frans eating with a smile.

How not to smile happily, if every day his favorite menu is on the table. Moreover, the one who cooks and serves is the woman of the heart.

"What if you smile, something's off?" frans won't lose.

"Based on my sister-in-law, I was asked nicely the answer was insolent!" gerutu Tiara was upset.

"Lo don't be sprained by me, it's a child Lo looks like I'm. Wanna?" sahut Frans again.

"If you want to fight, don't be at the dinner table!" rahma shouted when she saw the two of them who did not stop talking.

While Ms. Sarifah understood him because she often saw the two fighting.

Frans and Tiara immediately shut their mouths tightly, when they heard Rahma's roaring cry. Though all this time they know, Rahma is a type of gentle woman. If he has a strong voice means that there is nothing pleasing in his heart.

They finally ate in silence. Only the sound of the clink of spoons and plates could be heard.

After breakfast, Frans said goodbye to work. She kissed the back of her mother-in-law's hand, after which she approached Rahma. Without being asked again by her mother, Rahma kissed the back of her husband's hand and was reciprocated with a kiss on the forehead by Frans.

Rahma did it in front of her mother. If her mother is not nearby, Rahma acts indifferent as if there are no Frans nearby.

"Lo don't hate it too much, Ma! Hate and love are not distant. I used to hate Bang Dolly so much, uh I don't know right now I'm even dead love with her" Tiara said when they just stayed alone in the kitchen.

Ms. Sarifah just lifted the plate, now Rahma and Tiara are washing the pile.

"I don't hate it, just disappointed. Why didn't he refuse when he was invited to the Club. We made a promise to have dinner together at home. He broke his promise just to get drunk. If you were me, how would you feel?" honestly Rahma.

A little Rahma began to be a little already able to accept her condition. Thankfully, the incident did not make her pregnant. So that Rahma can calm down and start accepting her life path.

"Yes, disappointed wear 'lah! He promises who, who goes who. Dih, let's make a whole kid!" sahut Tiara confirms Rahma's speech.

"Eh, by the way! Lo hamidun no hell?" continue with maximum kepo questions.

"Absolutely?" rahma replied with a faint smile.

"What true? That means no fucking him!" ledek Tiara's.

"Not tockcer, the incident was not my fertile period. Two days after the incident, I had a monthly guest. Even this month, I have also received my monthly guests," explained Rahma as she wiped her hands after finishing washing the dishes.

"Oh, kirain is not a tokcer! We repeatedly did it also just so." said Tiara unknowingly opened her disgrace.

"Huh?"

"Ups, lethargy! Don't tell anyone! Shame on you." Tiara covered her face with both hands.

"I don't want to get married, actually. There are still many dreams that have not been realized. But leave it like this first. I have not been able to fully forgive, let alone accept. Forgiveness is easy but forget the events of the night are difficult." honestly Rahma softly, her eyes appear to condense holding back tears that will fall to the cheeks.