She's Wife In Dream

Two Women

Harjunot POV

I have had a strange dream a few times. A cloaked man always comes to my dreams.He always talks if the woman next to him is my future wife. I want to laugh because of this dream. It's not without reason that I'm laughing at my dreams this time. If you remember a year back. My dreams are no different than last year. How not, if my dreams are always related to his daughter Dirut.

Given that, I thought, actually, what happened to me. Do I really want him as my companion. Of course it's not! Until now my love for my late wife was a. There is no need to build a new home with new people.

Huft... Remembering my wife I remember my dreams last night. He came to me with the hand of a woman. He said nothing, but he ordered the woman beside him to come closer to me. How shocked I was, when the woman standing next to Fitri came towards me. When he got near me, he opened the head covering. I immediately retreated when I saw his face. It was the face of Master!

I spread my gaze towards Fitri as if looking for answers from her. Why did he tell Master, to be close to me. Is he not jealous. When her husband with another woman.

What the hell, Fitri smiled. Then turning her body around wanted to leave us both.

"Fitri, what does all this mean?" I shouted at him from behind to hear. But the woman kept walking. Strange again, he did not step on the ground. Crazy ... so great! I shook my head at the sight of my wife's wisdom.

Until I didn't realize Fitri was starting to get away from us. I want to run after him. But the woman beside me. I held my arm, as if blocking me.

"Let go, I have to chase my wife!" I tried to let go of his hand that was twitching in my arm.

The shit! This woman even shook her head while smiling widely. Why is it so funny. I unconsciously stroked her cheek. A little later I realized, if there was Fitri with us. I immediately pulled my hand. I used to stroke the cheek of a woman who wasn't that muhrim.

"FITRI PLEASE EXPLAIN SOMETHING TO ME!" I screamed and ran to get close to my heavenly angel.

The sip! My wife looked at me. His lips twitched, it seemed like he was about to say something.

"The ribs will find their owner!" I don't know what he means, the ribs will be looking for their owners. What the hell does that mean, why use guesswork. This is in the school room. Continues after the teacher guesses the students can go home.

"I don't understand, tell me the obvious!"

"There will be a time when God will restore that rib. To the right owner." My wife smiled at me. But I don't like his words.

"And you are my ribs!" I gave the stpmen. Let him know if, he's just my rib.

"That's what I want. But your ribs are not just one. And of course it's not just me!" He smiled gently at me. Hisss .. I hissed because he said too much.

"The ribs consist of 12 pairs, which are the first 7 pairs of ribs attached to the spine and breastbone, the next 3 pairs of ribs connected to the thoracic bone through the cartilage, as well as the last 2 pairs of floating ribs not connected to the breastbone or ribs on it." Setttdahhh my wife even taught me science. I once thought that my 12-year school was useless. The problem is IPS lessons, PPKN etc. I don't use it in everyday life. While in everyday life I need knowledge that I never get at school. How we can love ourselves. How do we not despair when failure hits. How to control emotions. And how we never get heartbroken. People are mah science Mathematics is an exact science. 10-5\= 5 will not be ten. Most of the science of Mathematics, used when we are making transactions. Java for example when I was in school I was most dizzy when Master told Honocoroko. When I have memorized why the science that my Elementary School Teacher taught me is useless. The proof every time I send a WhatsApp message, not using honocoroko writing. Evidently my school all this time, not teaching who did not help me. In adulthood.

"Make me your first rib!" He said he looked at me.

"If you're the first rib he keeps the second!" I pointed my index finger at the woman who was holding my hand.

"Which third?" I asked in an annoyed tone. I think I like the rowdy every year changing couples. I'm not like other men. Who in the name of the Prophet to have many wives. It is also surprising that polygamy is mostly religious. I have never known the Prophet. He loved his first wife, Sayidah Khadijah. Until there was a time when the Prophet in his dream met the angel Gabriel. And brought a photo of Sayidah Aisyah.Angel Jibril a.s said if Sayidah Aisyah will be his wife. The Prophet married Sayidah Aisha on the basis of Allah who gave the order to him. And his other wives, too, because God rules. Well if I ask a man, you marry more than one because What? Is God ruling you? Or the napppsuuu that beats your mind? Well if people are now different, not married already planted seeds alone. As a man of sane mind I disagree if men have more than one wife. One is not abis wear nambah. If his wife has died, it is nothing. Find again sksksksk.....

Mucus! Hold him the basic answer of my wife whose heart is good.

"3 pairs of second ribs connect to the breastbone through cartilage."

"Just as with the first rib.7 pairs of ribs first attached to the spine and breastbone."

"While the last 2 pairs of floating ribs are not connected to the sternum."

Aishhhhh this is what I digest only Da-da Da-da.

"I don't understand!" I replied ketus, only this time I saw the wife ngrjorokin her husband married again.

"I know you understand! But I'll explain. The first and second ribs are related to the chest."

" The third rib is not."

"The liver is located with the wall of the right chest cavity. While the heart is located in the middle of the chest a little left. There are only two ribs associated with the chest (heart/heart). So don't worry there won't be any more of your ribs in other women."

I took a rough breath, because of my wife's answer.

"Blessed with her, I will be happy. Find happiness again. You are young, your life is long!" After that he left me.

The huft! Remembering my dream I thought of visiting her grave. After a long time I waited for her to come in a dream. She finally came tonight, but why did she tell me to move on with my life.

Ahhhhh .. frustrating.

"Hello!" I called someone to tell me. If today I can't pick her up.

"I'm Harjunot!" I can imagine the face of the woman I'm calling like one in a daze and shock. When I hear my voice and hear my name.

"I'm getting your number from your Om!" It turns out that the woman I called had completely forgotten everything.

"Why is your number stored in my contacts?" He even asked me.

I can't say we were ever close. Either it's just sending a message or sending food. Until I knew if he had feelings for me. Even I can still remember when she expressed her feelings. I feel guilty about this woman. Because of me she lost her memory and I have also hurt her heart. Oh God! So bad of me!

"Maybe it's Papa, you keep it!" my answer.

"It's weird time, huh? If Papa keeps why he is given the name DIA! Why not just name it?" This woman asked me. Ah .. but I know. If all this time, Miss Master, save my contact with the name DIA. What is the reason? I so chuckled to myself thinking of the reason for naming DIA contacts.

"Don't know, ask the same name!"

"Today I won't pick you up!" I immediately turned off the connection before he said anything.