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Chapters 2. This means What?

What's!? the wife of the person is given money and paid for his purchases but for his own wife and children are told to save money. What does this mean?.

Why is it like this?, while I try to close my eyes, but this heart fidgets back and forth I turn my body looking for a comfortable position. But these eyes even more immediately do not want to be closed.

Finally I went to the bathroom to get some water while praying.

I complain to Allah SWT for the best guidance for me and my son. I am only submitting myself to the Almighty.

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Previously I would introduce myself, my name is 23-year-old Kirana Larasati, my hobby is cooking, running, if before marriage I used to like playing basketball, silat, mountain climbing. I have a 2-year-old son Rafiq Hamzah from my 26-year-old husband Tomy Suhendar.

During these 3 years of marriage, we lived happily and adequately.

At first my parents did not approve of our marriage, after Rafiq was born their hearts became broken.

We first met because we both studied at State University in the city of P. Mas Tomy attended the Civil Engineering final semester which was busy with thesis work, while I just finished from KKN. I'm looking for our lecturer to submit a report on our activities while on site.

Meanwhile, Tomy was busy meeting with academic advisors for thesis consultation.

We walked in opposite directions and rushed. Right in front of the library door we accidentally collided.

Gedebugs. We held each other's shoulders while grimacing in pain, reports and papers strewn across the floor.

We immediately gathered the reports of the fall. For a moment we looked at each other and gave each other a smile. The sweet smile engraved on his face made this heart work abnormally. We both misbehaved. I saw his cheeks flushed red, his eyes agitated, the tip of his lips in a bite, his breath hunting, sweat drenching his forehead, while stammering.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it, I was in a hurry so I didn't see the road, "

"Are you okay?"

"Is anyone sick?"

"Nobody was sick, sorry I was in a hurry. So pay no attention to the road," I answered while picking up my report of the fall.

"Together I'm sorry too. What kind of kid are you? Not a major here, right? " ask Tomy.

"Oh, yes I'm a State Administration major. I want to find Pak Ali's room, lecturer in Civil Engineering, where is it?" my many.

"From here you go straight to the end of the first right turn of the room, that's the room. Want to submit a KKN report?" ask Tomy.

"Yes, how do you know?" my many.

"Not deliberately read from the cover of the book in hand," he replied with a big smile.

"Thank you very much" I said

"Either. Yes already then if you excuse me first want to consult with the lecturer,"pamitnya.

"Yes please, I also want to submit this report "my answer.

We split up, walking in opposite directions to each other's destinations.

I continued my slightly limp path.

Face quail, eyes sayu , body tired want to immediately sleep, but the report must be submitted the deadline today if not submitted will be reduced value.

I should have been with my beautiful cousin who was going to see the lecturer.

" Ran, later in the day you are alone ya nyerusahin report to the lecturer. I want to go home, my body shower is very sticky, the smell has changed," said Indah. His head was turned to the right towards the armpits while raising his right hand high.

"Hmm still smells good,"

"Issh, slovenly ndah, already knows the smell of being kissed again" I said.

Indahkan habit is quite nice like nyiumi ketek almost the same as the artist Prilly Latuconsina likes nyium ketek people. The difference is beautiful like nyium ketek itself.

"In Sha Allah" I replied.

"Slow came the cake was finished bang Andre,"

"Well, did Andre come home? When's? You really don't say it", my love to Indah.

"Bang Andre came this morning, because still jetlag ,nyampe home to meet mama-papa directly nyari pretty bobo mattresses deh," explained Indah.

"Who was talking to you, by the way?" tanya Beautiful's. "Which child?"

"Ohh, he's the son of Civil Engineering again compiling the thesis. It was accidentally hit, his name I did not know was in a hurry," I replied.

Bang Andreas or called bang Andre, the elder brother of Indah. Bang Andre is jovial, friendly, nimble, taekwondo, karate, and silat martial artist.

We were both trained by bang Andre martial arts silat to take care of ourselves wherever we were. Because if Andre bang is not beside us, he feels anxious.

Her sister Beautiful age with me, tomboyish person, likes to wear her national dress shirt and jeans belel, sneakers. Simple appearance, thin face makeup.

The nature and behavior of the two of us are almost the same even we get the name of the twins from childhood.

If something happens between us, the other one will get a bad feeling.

After that first meeting, we met back at the bookstore.

"Hi, see you again. Remember with me?" greet Tomy.

"Eh, that's the one that hit the library, right?" I said.

"Thank God remember, can you contact me?, what's his name? My name is Tomy Suhendar" Tomy said.

"My name is Kirana Larasati" I replied. We chatted with various topics of conversation because of him, an easy-going person. The relationship continued via phone and subsequent meetings. We started to have a more serious relationship.

A week after Mas Tomy graduated, he proposed to me. We got married not approved by my mama-papaku,om-tante's parents from bang Andre and Indah.

They want me to finish my studies first, because I already submitted the thesis title.

The thesis was completed within three months. After graduation, I focused on working and taking care of the household.

I've been working as an admin staff from fourth semester college. Mas Tomy also while waiting for a job that suits his expertise to work odd jobs as a motorcycle taxi driver, sometimes as a building foreman that he got from his friend who got a housing development project, he said, the important thing is to meet daily needs.

I went to work between Tomy mas, he continued to go to his workplace. So also in the afternoon, I went home from work to pick up Tomy.

Four months into our marriage, I'm pregnant. During my pregnancy, I didn't have morning sickness so I kept working until I gave birth.

This thought and talk came ahead of two months of maternity leave when I had to get back to work.

"I don't know when I can leave Rafiq to work, if I work with whom, I....."

I can't continue my sentence. I was confused, nervous, sad and started sobbing as I said this to my husband. She then hugged and rubbed my back to calm me down.

"Pull your breath and exhale. You still have time to think about it. No need to rush".

"Don't be sad when sad about our child, she's still breastfeeding so she'll feel the feelings of her mother."

" Yes the company does not have a papa I want as good as udel when to enter. The leave period runs out must start working, where can wait again." I replied softly.

We were both silent and stunned.

"So you want to resign? "the tyrant of Tomy.

Tomy's question rattled me back to the real world. The shadow of the togetherness of me and the baby who was funny all day was replaced with pictures of electricity bills, water bills, daily food costs if only relying on the income of the people of Tomy was not enough.