TEARS OF DIAH

SOUL-STEPING

Diah returned one week from her job, which she found when she came home. Fariz smiled and made Diah's eyes tired many times.

"Home home, sell yourself over?" sambar her husband, with black coffee in a cup, behind the door.

"Mas, I'm a workman. Not selling themselves. You have the same wife as you?"

"Diah, what kind of wife. You go away often, there is no time for your own husband. You forget what a wife's obligations are, not to mention you're really crazy huh. Look at your photo of this manager!"

Diah saw one of the photos, she was so surprised because it was her photo while helping Ikhsan. Where the in-laws forget, if Ihsan is the mother's cousin, even Fariz is getting hotter, every day. At work, even with a problem. Diah really lived, really in hell.

"Mas, that's me nolong mas Ikhsan. Ikhsan had a heart attack. I'm honest, I didn't lie. You forgot that Ikhsan was a .." cut off.

"Know, your cheating manager. Distant cousin, could have remained in the embat." oceh Fariz made Diah growled.

"Is that really what she is?" said the mother-in-law, slightly grabbed Diah's hair.

"Aw, it hurts mom. She's not lying." Hold back her hair pain.

"There are so many reasons you are Diah. Why do you do it like this. Go back with Mira. Anyway my decision is, I'll marry Mira. You please work continuously."

"Mas, I don't want to be in polygamy. Just divorce me. I'm not a good wife, but I have a heart."

"Heart, you say heart. Same with the wall!" cibir Fariz passed to the room, he pushed the door very hard.

Braagha!

"Look, if you're not busy. Mother's child won't do that, you son-in-law don't know yourself, Diah. There is no gratitude, you married my son." as Nur's mother, where her mother-in-law went.

Diah's heart, back depressed and limp. So Diah sat down and tidied up all the contents of his suitcase bag with a puffy face.

In another room, Diah buried her face in a pillow while crying. Every now and then he hit a pillow, Diah spilled his frustration and sadness, while Fariz went in when Diah was going to pull a suitcase.

***

The next day, Diah was having lunch. He rushed to the locker and was stunned by the words of Fariz who wanted to remarry Mira. Mira herself was a coworker when Diah was in the yarn factory, but the shock when she met again would be made her husband as honey, because she considered Diah barren.

"You're bad, Mas. So mean. You're the same as me, why are you this cruel." he explained.

"Who's bad, Diah?" Ikhsan said from the other direction.

"The evil Mas Fariz" he replied without looking at the interlocutor.

"Give your husband a punishment, Diah. Sorry if I interfered, as your brother and boss!"

"Diah, why keep on surviving but it hurts!"

"It's not that easy, Ikhsan. Even yesterday the picture I saw you in the hospital was scattered. I don't know who made that issue. But Fariz knew you were my mother's cousin."

"Reran, the rich husband is still your defense. Remember, do not let go of this job that you already hold a lot, nyesel difficult to find a job." said Ikhsan, making Diah speechless.

Diah nodded faintly and slowly raised her head.

She gasped when she found her husband by her side.

Over and over again, Diah blinked his eyes and traced the handsome carving with his lentic fingers. He tried to convince himself that the figure of Ikhsan who was in front of him was really Fariz, the husband who was missed by him, he hoped that Fariz was really soft as before.

"Mas Fariz, is this really you?" diah's voice sounded vibrating.

"Diah, relax! it's me, Ikhsan!"

"Catsuh, ah. Sorry, I'm not concerned anymore. Sorry yes!" said Diah.

"Diah, I understand. But if you're tired. Go home, clear your mind now! blind love is his name, as bad as your husband. Even still think of him, not necessarily will he think of your feelings." Ikhsan sneered.

"Gue let's go home." he said, making Ikhsan allow.

Diah nodded, he went home and immediately rushed to meet Fariz. He wanted to ask Fariz to think again and ask Fariz to defend his marriage.

When she got home, Diah opened the door. He again saw Fariz with Mira playing syantik. It made him limp helpless. If the marriage relationship is difficult to return to the beginning.

He sat down, still listening to the sound behind the door. Mira and Fariz may be in her room.

Fariz smiled and grabbed both hands and kissed Mira's knuckle.

"Yes Dear. Its me. The husband you miss and miss. I really want to." said Fariz.

"Mas, but what about Diah?"

"I've spoken, we're getting married. Believe me!"

Mira hugs Fariz' body tightly and Fariz replies.

"Sorry Yes. Sorry for making you cry and sad for a long time. Sorry for making you miss. We'll be halal soon. I'm preparing it."

"I forgive you, Mom. Don't stay away from me anymore! I'm worried about you. I'll talk to Diah if we love each other. I'm willing to be honey."

"Dear, don't worry!"

Fariz stretched a little hug. Then he stared at the bead-attached eyes framed point of rain, outside the window saw heavy rain falling. Without realizing that Diah was in front of the door of the room with a very sad face, slapped in reality. If he is replaced.

"Do I have to let Fariz get married again." cried Diah spoke with tears.

Where this time, her mother-in-law allowed her son who had not been halal to bring women, and just stay at home.

'Father what I made husband, even he gathered kebo in the room that notabane I'm the legal wife, and she the woman was not yet legitimately in my room.' Inner Diah, felt crowded.

Too deep love Diah, even make the eyes of his heart still want to maintain. Hope Fariz wants to repeat, so that this marriage without a third person and return to harmony as before.

Tbc.