Talak After Shah

Again and Again

After leaving my husband who was still asleep, I did not go straight to sleep again. I entered the kitchen and looked at the fridge. Checking the foodstuffs is still available what not. I see the stock of vegetables, meat and fish is still enough for the next two days.

Then I decided to wash the dishes. I wanted to keep myself busy not to dissolve with my strange and sad thoughts.

After I finished washing the dishes, I immediately filled up the rice cooker, and weeded the chicken for the mums this morning. Finished with the kitchen, I returned to the pile of dirty clothes. I began to sort out the clothes I would play on the washing machine. The clothes of the children I soak, I'll rub myself by hand. I had a big outfit swivel in the machine.

At seven o'clock in the morning Madam Dian came, she knocked on the back door. Because he knew I must have gotten up and been in the kitchen.

Hearing the knock of the door I immediately walked towards the door and opened it for Madam Dian.

Madam Dian was stunned as soon as she saw me. I immediately melengos avoid her gaze. Because of his arrogance and not dare, finally mbak Dian was silent to see the eyes of his employer.

"Well, how come this is all mom?" ask me when I don't see a pile of dirty dishes.

"I washed it" I replied.

"Keep me why mother?" the question is confused again.

"Bak wait for the children to wake up, if you don't mind just mbak, the clothes of the children I've soaked, let me just rub it later" I replied

Not waiting for the cue again, Madam Dian immediately took a broom and swept the floor.

My cooking is all ready, I have put it on the dining table, and for my husband's supplies I have prepared in his lunchbox.

Although I was upset and disappointed in him but I did not forget my obligation to always cook and prepare lunch. Indeed he can be outside, but from the beginning of marriage he always asked to be made stock, because my cooking is much better than in warteg, even though I know it's just the way he makes me happy. But I don't know if it's this time. Because his heart has been broken.

The scroll of the clock on the wall has shown seven o'clock over twenty minutes. There was no sign my husband would wake up. If he doesn't wake up yet, he'll be late for the office. That's why I went back to the front room to wake her up.

When I got to the room, I still saw how fast he was sleeping.

"Well, get up. It's noon" I said, shaking her hand.

There is no lawfulness.

"Well?" say again.

There is no lawfulness either. He was still so sound and did not hear my call.

As I stared at his face, suddenly the phone he had placed near the pillow rang.

The tone of the call came in, but my husband again did not wake up even though the phone was right near his head.

As it was not picked up, the call was eventually interrupted. Soon it sounded again, I grabbed the phone.

On the screen is the name "Gusti" who calls. Maybe his office friend called him. I didn't dare to pick it up, I was afraid my husband would get angry. Then I put the phone down.

But my brain and heart are out of sync. My brain told me to check his phone, but my heart forbid. I hesitantly put the phone back and woke my husband up again.

"Well, it's half-eight, it's late for the office" I said in a slightly loud voice to let him hear my voice.

My husband's body squirms and he opens his eyes. He yawned wide, looking once drowsy still lingering there.

"What time is bun?" ask her while yawning again.

"Half eight" I answered

My husband quickly got out of bed, grabbed a towel hanging behind the door and entered the bathroom next to the bedroom.

After my husband took a bath, I made a rather messy bed. Compose pillows and tidy up bed linen.

As I opened the window, my husband's phone rang. I just kept quiet, didn't pick it up. His phone stopped ringing, but soon it sounded a sign of an incoming call.

"Gusti" like that's the name on the screen. I ignored him, I went to our room to get my husband's work clothes.

As I entered the front room, I saw my husband on the phone. As soon as he saw me enter, he immediately turned off his phone.

"Sorry, I just delivered this shirt" I said as I put his work shirt on the bed and walked out.

...++++++++++++...

"Mama's been married a long time?" I asked Ms. Dian as we relaxed in the front room while watching tivi. About ten in the morning.

"Lumayan bun" he answered while leaving Naura's hair that he had just finished bathing.

Mikail sat on my lap, and I bathed her. As Adam was a baby, he fell asleep again.

"How many years?" ask again.

Madam Dian started counting her fingers.

"Fifteen years old" he answered.

I nod my head.

"Old yes mbak" I replied. Ma'am Dian nodded.

She painstakingly flapped Naura's cheek. When she finished, Naura sat with us while her eyes focused on the screen.

"Father bun, call dad" he said shortly.

"Hadehh, this son can not be far from his father" I said in my heart

"No, it's still morning. Dad's working, we'll call his dad" I replied.

"You dad, you want daddy" he started stomping his feet.

"Eh, ayuk is already big, already have two adek, ayuk time is still spoiled, later yes dear" I began to persuade him.

"Here, same bukde" mbak Dian took over his lap.

"Call her father later yes yuk, later when it is noon, then let's call father, then let's ask mother who called" mbak Dian persuaded Naura.

After being held back and persuaded by Madam Dian, Naura refocused on watching and did not whine anymore.

"A lot of fuss isn't it the same husband?" ask me again

Ma'am Dian chuckled.

"Often bun, especially early marriage, often very" he replied

"Sorry, mbak, usually if the storm is a problem what is mbak?" ask again. I want to know a lot about living in a household. I who have been married for four years still lack experience.

"Macem-macem bun" he replied. "Sometimes money problems, child problems, parent problems, brother-in-law problems, a lot of bun" he continued, chuckling.

I smiled when I heard his answer.

"Have you ever cheated?" ask me again

"Suami mbak is ugly bun, where there are women who want, where we are poor bun, what women expect from a construction worker like a husband mbak" mbak Dian chuckled to answer my question.

I was stunned to hear his answer. Does it factor in my husband being handsome and bear making him cheat?

I'm sure there are a lot of women out there who like it. My heart grew restless with the sudden bad thought.

"Why bun? mbak Dian asked back.

I was ready to hear his question.

"There's nothing, just want to do it" I replied evasively.

Ma'am Dian does not seem to want to ask any further although in fact he is suspicious of the eyes of the beautiful puffy and from the restless that he was trying to hide.

"Sir, if you go home later bring the side dish. That was a lot of cooking opornya, later it did not run out even redundant" I said to divert the conversation.

Ma'am Dian nodded. He still keeps holding Naura. And Mikail started whining.

"Wouldn't you like mam?" much

Mikail nodded her head. Ma'am Dian then dropped Naura from her lap and walked into the kitchen to take rice to eat Naura and Mikail.

Before long Dian had appeared with two plates in her hand. We both began to feed the two leaks that were in front of us.

Need patience to feed toddlers. Many times I had to persuade Mikail to eat and not play.

At twelve o'clock, Dian came home after Naura and Mikail took a nap. After the death of Dian mbak I myself sat watching tivi while daydreaming.

...+++++++++++...

If I normally would sleep well unless Adam was fussy, but this time I was distracted with my own thoughts.

My husband came home at ten in the night. I know his office's closing at five o'clock in the afternoon, so where's he been the last five hours? With her affair? overtime is the reason? I don't know, I don't know. Only he and his friends know.

The clock on the wall of the room shows the number one passing by. I slowly got out of bed and opened the door. I walked towards the front room. I want to see, my husband sleeps or he's on the phone again like last night.

"You're great baby, I'm really satisfied"

Deg deg deg deg deg!! my heart beats when I hear her words. I'm smothering my mouth. My head immediately felt dizzy, I would have fallen if not quickly leaning against the wall.

I heard my husband's laughter. Rabb, is that their relationship? back my brain started surfing thinking negatively.

"Weekend*this we to Bengkulu again yes dear"

"Yes, just calm down"

"Ah, that's easy. My wife won't know*"

Back to the sound of laughter. My heart hurts to hear his laughter. I'm having a puerper, he's having fun with other women.

"Buy a lot baby, stay safe"

Buy what? my question is in my heart. I'm still standing eavesdropping at the door. Their conversation is not likely to be over. My husband is still so excited.

"Your wobble is making mamas addictive"

My tears are no longer standing. I tried to hold him back, but eventually my defense collapsed as well.

I pressed my chest that felt tight. I rubbed to give myself strength.

"Yes, my dear, dear mamas to you"

I can't stand hearing it anymore. I ran into my room and shed my tears in my pillow. I screamed in my pillow. I cursed my husband. I keep sniffling. I don't know how long I've been crying, which I know I woke up because Mikail called me.