Take Off Yourself

Spilling Longs

Yasmin, get out of bed. When the bell rang, he was confused. "Who's coming? As for Aina, not telling me to come here". Mumbled.

Hurry to the door of the house, open the handle. The smile faded, when he saw who was coming.

Yasmin, exhaled and threw her face in the other direction.

"Yasmine....!". Lirih Hanafi, eager to embrace the body of his wife who missed him.

"Go home, I don't want to see you". Yasmin wanted to say something like that. However, she did not have a relationship with her husband. Who came all the way, was expelled. "Come in, it's not good to see other people".

Hanafi, breathed a sigh of relief because Yasmin did not expel him. Don't forget the fruit and the food in his hand.

"Yes". Hanafi replied, enter Yasmin's house. This was the first time, entering the wife's house in the city.

Yasmin then closed the door. The people around were astonished, there was a man entering the house. People around, knowing that Yasmin only lives alone. Of course, they think nothing.

What else Yasmin, shut the door. One by one they whispered, so they might raid Yasmin's house.

Hanafi, put the parcel on the table. "I bought you food and fruit,".

"Thank you, man,". Yasmin replied, the atmosphere is getting tense. Occasionally glanced at her husband, as did Hanafi.

"Sorry I came here and disturbed you. Not what I meant for...". Hanafi, stop his words. "Honestly, I miss you so much and worry about you here. What else are you, the human being lives alone".

Hanafi, trying to touch his wife's hand. You give me Yasmin, are you thinking about this matter? I'm sorry, as an ill-tempered husband. His inner Hanafi, shifted his sitting position.

Yasmin, still in a state of silence and sculpting. To be honest with you, she misses her husband very much. Needs a place to pour out his heart, removing the burden he had been thinking about all this time.

Hanafi, taking his wife into his arms. Yasmin's cry, it just broke.

"I'm sorry, Yasmin. As a husband, he failed to take care of his wife and children. I was late to help you, so we lost our baby. I'm so guilty of Yasmin, I'm so sorry for your husband". Hanafi, the more tightly hugged his wife's body. Let Yasmin, shed her tears.

Mas Hanafi, crying? O Allah, forgive me for my husband's death. Inner Yasmin, heard the sound of Hanafi sobs.

"Hcpsttttt.... Our son is happy in heaven, how else to see his parents together again. Yasmin, will you open a new page with me. Although, I don't deserve another chance. What's more, I hurt you a lot". Hanafi, kneeling before Yasmin. Staring fixed beads of his wife's eyes, hoping to get another chance.

"Yes, I want to. I'm sorry, it's been a lot of pranking on you. Like I put shrimp powder in goldfish, then the allergy recurred". Yasmin said, bowed and glared at her smile.

"eeee.... Thank you for giving me a chance. I promise I'll get better,". Hanafi, kiss the back of his wife's hand. Getting another chance, very grateful for Hanafi.

The two of them hugged each other, shedding longing and realizing each other's mistakes.

Yasmin, she needs the support of her husband. Now his mind and heart, begin to plong back. Unlike before, it felt heavy and wanted to give up.

Ting... Nong.... Ting... Nong....

The sound of the house bell rang, whoever was visiting. Hanafi, broke his embrace and looked towards his wife.

"Let me open the door". Hanafi, stand up and walk towards the door. I forgot to wipe her tears. Yasmin, follow from behind. Because he was very curious, who was visiting.

Ceklek....

Hanafi was immediately shocked, seeing the people coming quite a lot. He just grinned and smiled kindly.

"Sir RT, what's up? Are there any neighbors,". Yasmin asked, smiling. What's up, here? something is wrong, but what?.

"Sorry mom, Yasmin. I got information from the mothers, about Ms. Yasmin bringing a man into this house. They all feel uncomfortable, afraid of doing what they do not want . Understandably, they must be thinking strangely". Said Mr. Rt, directly.

"Right, this is the guy we saw RT sir. Where the house is locked again, surely you guys are on why well". Another mother said, smiling smrik.

"Yes, we were not wrong. If there is a man visiting, can sit on the porch of the house only. No need to go inside, where it's closed again". The other day, Yasmin was surprised.

"What's the man, not your husband". The other timpal, the neighbors recognized Faris.

"I'm sorry RT and all the mothers. This man is my husband, we got married a few months ago. After me, officially divorced with mas Faris,". Yasmin said, explaining everything.

Hearing Yasmin's words, everyone was dumbfounded and looked at each other. "Sorry, Miss Yasmin, is there any evidence". Ask RT sir, feel relieved because the environment is not polluted negative things.

"This is the proof, sir". Hanafi pulled out his phone and showed several other photos and videos.

Everyone, nodding and trusting Yasmin's words. If they were both husband and wife, now they feel relieved.

"Wad... Forgive my citizens, Mr. Hanafi and Ms. Yasmin. So not good,". Fr Rt sir, feeling ashamed of guilt. So did the others, apologizing. Already accusing the non-no, feel uncomfortable it becomes.

"It's okay, gentlemen and mothers. Even I feel happy about this incident. Because this neighborhood, obey the rules". Hanafi said, smiling sumringah.

"I'm sorry, too, fathers and mothers. Because I didn't tell you first, it's like this now". Yasmin's chuckle, scratching her head that wasn't itchy

After all, the neighbors immediately dispersed themselves.

Yasmin, who was giggling laughing witnessed this incident. "What's so funny, Yasmin? For example, we are married". Hanafi, directly hugging his wife's body from behind.

"What do you buy? in the black crackle, what's that box, then,?". Yasmin asked, her eyes fixed on the parcel Hanafi had brought.

"eeee...That, your favorite food. Come on, we've been eating together. It's been a long time since we've eaten together". Hanafi, pull his wife's hand. "Thank you very much, Yasmin. Honestly, I still don't believe it completely. If you, give me another chance".

"Mas don't think about it, because you're not entirely guilty. If only I had not gone and obeyed your words. Surely our son, not lost mas". Yasmin said, her tears shed again.

"It's okay, Yasmin. Let's just say, all of this is a lesson to us. In the future, we must be careful again.Until this moment, I still have not been sincere what they do to you. If you can, they'll kill them one by one". Hanafi, still buzzing with the condition of his wife is very impressive. When he found his wife, she was covered in blood. His face was a damp former punch.

"It's okay, ma'am. All of them, get the right reward. I too, can't forgive them. What's so sincere, mas. If only I still had strong energy. Most likely, they died at my hands". Yasmin said, filled with patience to live life in the future.