Take Off Yourself

Dia

Hanafi's eyes, fixed on a woman he knew. Started approaching the woman, with a sharp look.

"Aina, the new village secretary". Aina, extend her hand to shake.

Hanafi, welcoming his helping hand and nodding his head. Even Hanafi, did not expect if Aina changed the position of Vienna.

"I've read his history of working, Pak kades. It's fitting to be a village secretary, helping you". Said Mr. Warto, smiling.

"Hmmm...Just take him to his study". Hanafi's orders, began to be lazy to enter the village head's office. There was a strange feeling, seeing Smrik Aina's smile.

Hanafi, busy with his work. Suddenly Aina, please come inside and smile.

"Hanafi, let's have lunch together. We've been together a long time, not eating together. In the past, often alone. How's Yasmin doing? May I, meet him and apologize". Said Aina, sitting quietly in front of Hanafi. Just using his desk.

"Eat first, I'm busy. As for Yasmin, there's no need to see her". Hanafi, still focused on his work.

"That's bad, I'm your best friend. Same with Yasmin, the three of us are close friends. I came all the way to the village, and I want to be close to you. You're all I've got, no place to live". Aina grumbled, with a pouting face.

"Aina, we're different and not like we used to be. I have a wife, take care of her feelings. Although we are close friends, so is Yasmin. But I am disappointed in you. Lying to me, about your mother". Hanafi, stared intently at Aina.

"On that, I'm sorry. I'm wrong Hanafi, are you not Kasian to me ha? Who has no one,". Aina, start putting on her sad face.

"You're an adult, you're smart, you're right and wrong. So, what do I care?Ck, uh,". Hanafi Decak.

Because of the rejection of Hanafi, he immediately thought in another way. Aina, hurry out of the study, Mr. Kades.

Hanafi, heaved a sigh of relief because Aina had already passed away from before him.

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In the afternoon Yasmin was cooking. The wall clock shows that at 4 pm, the husband has not returned from the oil palm plantation.

"Assynoltom... Aegrava, Yasmiiiiiinnn...". Said someone in the doorway, rushed Yasmin out and did not forget to turn off the stove.

"Wa'alaikum salam, who's looking...". Lirih slowly Yasmin, surprised by the arrival of Aina. Honestly, he missed this friend of his. But, given the rot. Instantly changed his facial expression in sight, sour.

Aina, surprised to see her friend's stomach is already big. His smile faded away instantly, his hands clenched tightly. "Yasmin, I'm kangen". Aina, directly hugged her friend's body and melted the awkward atmosphere.

"Well, you're here? Is there something with my husband,". Yasmin said, immediately lost his mood.

"Yasmin, come on. Don't be mad at me. Forgive me well, for this long have done no good to you. You know, I started working in the village chief's office. I came all the way, for your sake Yasmin. I'm sorry, plisss...". Aina's whining, as usual.

Yasmin's eyes were fixed on a suitcase in the doorway. Aina, of course, wants to stay in this house. "Oh, man,". Yasmin, smile little.

"I'm pregnant, Aina. I don't like anyone else, in this house. Please go there, there is a rented house. Just ask, I know your plan". Yasmin, immediately released Aina's hand that was holding her hand.

"Cathisshhh.... It sucks, I know you're still mad at me. Take it easy, I'm trying so hard to melt your heart, like I used to. Thanks, Yasmin. I went there first, pretty close to where you live". Aina, immediately moved away and turned her body. There was a sneaky smile, at the corner of his lips.

Yasmin, still did not believe in Aina's change. Something is not right, it must be a trick to get close to Hanafi.

Not long after, Hanafi came home from work and approached his wife who was sitting back.

"Mas, why didn't you tell me? If Aina, work in the village chief's office". Yasmin asked, glancing towards her husband.

"I don't know either, dear. The one who took care of it wasn't me, sorry. I was surprised who was Vienna's successor, it turned out Aina. Loh, why do you know?". Hanafi, surprised because the wife knew Aina's arrival.

"He's here anyway, willing to stay here anyway. Luckily I said right away, don't accept people living here". Yasmin replied, in her high tone.

"Darling, don't get angry. Not good, our son". Hanafi, persuaded his wife and wanted to kiss. Yasmin again, avoiding a kiss from her husband. "You're okay, then why-why-why just say it. Let me teach him a lesson,".

Yasmin, brushed off her husband's hand when she wanted to gently caress his smooth cheeks. "Why not, there's something wrong".

"Yasmin, I and Aina were close friends. Not now dear, why think of another woman. As for me, having a wife and conceiving my child". Hanafi, smiling and spoiled with his wife

"Why should a woman, who becomes a village secretary. You're more often alone, everywhere always the two". Which wife is not jealous, seeing her own husband along with other women. Even if it's a close friend, or a coworker. "You've been near loh,mas." Yasmin's sobbing has lately been very sensitive to her. No storms, rain, storm, Yasmin could cry her own freshness.

Ordinary people say because of congenital pregnancy, the mood changes. As her husband, she must be alert to the mood of her wife.

Hanafi, rubbed his face and scratched his non-itchy nape. "Darling, I don't play around with other women. It's just you, whom I love".

"Lies, all men always say that. As time goes on, always together. There must be seeds of love,". Yasmin snapped, her tears flowing.

"Cups...Cup....Here my dear, hug the mas. I'm sorry, it makes you jealous and cry like this. Don't doubt my love, Yasmin. I'm not that kind of guy, 'cause I always keep your feelings in check". Hanafi, kiss his wife's forehead.

"Not believing fully, there must be something that is not good later. Are you close friends, it must have happened". Yasmin said, her crying became.

"Allahuakbar, my dear, my wife, do not think strangely. Cup....Cup... Here hug the mas, don't avoid it. Yasmin, don't sulk because of this problem. It's called work, how else? Come on, understand your husband's position". Hanafi, completely confused by his wife's attitude.

"Don't touch me, ma'am. I don't want to, sana". Jerk Yasmin, clasping her husband's hand. "Don't hug me, or I'll go home to my parents". He shouted again, making Hanafi shocked and silent.

"Yasmine,". Lirih Hanafi, trying to calm his wife.

Yasmin, go to the room and lock the door from the inside. Hanafi, sitting limp and leaning on the sofa. Rubbing his face violently, since his wife's pregnancy began to grow. That's where Yasmin, often sulks. Despite trivial problems, it is very easy to cry.