That man is my husband

That box again?

Time has shown the afternoon, I did not feel I was silent in Irman's room for three hours. Because I felt bad I finally decided to go home, besides that I was also afraid that Shafira had come home and looked for my whereabouts.

" Hey, did I come home in the afternoon? "

" Later together with the mas go home, soon also finished the work of the mas"

" Don't work, I'll bring the car anyway "turn me off to Mas Irman.

" Yes, we go home together .You ride your car later mas in the back follow you .How's it? "

" Well, what the hell, why do I usually also like myself "

" Can't refuse! mas just be on guard so that no more terror you use threats all" said mas Irman while cleaning the files on his desk.

" emm, Aisyah just obey" I replied while standing from my sitting position.

When I was about to step, Irman suddenly gave me a box . And I just frowned and stared at the box that Irman was holding.

" The , take this for you who "

I received the box and asked Mas Irman.

" This is what mas" I said as I turned the box back.

" That's what I meant, I didn't send by courier . I think it's better to just love directly,"

Before leaving I decided to open the box from Irman's mas, and it contained a necklace with a very beautiful diamond pendant.

" Is this for me ?"

" mm, like ?

" Like it, thank you "

" It's , mas seneng if you like. Don't forget to wear it"

I replied with a nod, unlike other couples if the lover gave a gift in the form of a necklace or ring would like to be installed, he said, but that doesn't apply to me because I think things like that are done by a couple.

Fortunately, Irman knows what I am like, so he is not too concerned.

******

I didn't go home because the cafe's clock was still open. When I got there I was greeted by my angel, making everything today I forgot.

" Umma " cried Shafira as she ran and spread her arms.

I welcomed her arms and took her to my arms.

" Ila, Umma is very much like you. A day not near Shafira feels like a year of "my tease on Shafira.

" Umma , Ila also miss that long ago much the same Umma "honest Shafira.

From behind came a whimper of someone who felt himself being neglected,

" Huhuhu. .. sad no one misses the same I "whine mas Irman pretend.

" I'm sorry, Father Doktel Ila was not seeing father doctel , Ila was also very upset with Dad Doktel" approached and climbed the lap of Irman mas.

" The time "

" Selius Father "

" His father believed the same Ila" kissed Shafira's forehead and stroked Shafira's head.

" So playing with Oma Seneng no?" ask Irman

" Senenggggggggg really Dad, earlier Oma took Ila a walk, transparent in buying toys with Oma"

" Oh, yeah... Uh cheat dong, don't take Dad"

" Dad is the same Umma kelja, if not kelja must have been Ila Suluh follow "

" It's okay, later if Dad same Umma holiday we go for a walk together yuk? want ?"

" Come on, Ila wants to bangett"

"Tos used to dong "Mas Irman clenched the sign tos and was greeted by Ila's hand.

Seneng felt to look at the familiarity of Shafira the same mas Irman, hopefully Irman mas can be a father who love Shafira. It is not a pity today only, but forever if ever I will marry Irman mas and have children hopefully the feeling of affection for Shafira does not change or decrease in the least.

While I was focusing on the interaction between Shafira and Irman, Riska came up with a medium-sized box.

" Ayesha, outside I found this there continues to be a sister's name here. Does this really have a sister ?" ask Riska while putting the box on the table.

My heart began to worry, fear and anxiety. In my mind it occurred to me that the box must contain a threat again. I don't want to open it, touch it, I don't want to.

" Riska, just throw the box away .It's not a sister's"

" But here is clearly the name of the brother. This means for my brother."

"Please! dispose of Riska! !! snapped at me and made Riska surprised.

" Which is , why are you ? why is it the same with Riska? in front of Shafira again"

My eyes were upon Shafira, O Rabb what have I done ? my inner.

I approached Shafira and squatted in alignment with Shafira.

" Ila, sorryin Umma "hugging Shafira.

" Umma why? more picnics huh? that's why Aunt Riska Umma snapped?"

I just nodded my head.

" Umma rest if that is so, calm down first Umma picilan. Later do not forget to apologize to aunt ya umma"

I was so moved, my little angel spoke like that.

"Umma is okay Ila, yes Umma wants to apologize first well same aunt Riska "

" it is "

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Adzan magrib has reverberated, Cafe temporarily closed because all residents of the Cafe I asked pray congregation . While there is Irman mas who is always ready to be a prayer priest.

Mas Irman likes to say "just be a prayer priest ready, what else be your priest who is ready " . I really don't know since when did Irman become like to tease that. Has it changed in the last four years? from Irman who little talk and never say romantic is now transformed into a man who talks a lot, romantic anyway.

After praying Irman came to me who was teaching Shafira njai.

I raised my head, "Will I go home? much

"Yes, but before you go home you want to hear something from you"

" Dengerin what?"

" So, the reason you snapped Riska. I'm surprised to see you like that which , I don't like ", I'm honest with Irman.

" Sit down first mas, I continued ngajarin najai Shafira ",

When I finished I sat down and started telling Mas Irman.

" So why I snapped Riska because I was afraid mas , the box that Riska was carrying contained a threat. I told Riska to throw it away but Riska instead said it was for sister because my name was written, finally something that was not wanted to happen "

Mas Irman got up from his seat,

" Where are you going? my many.

Stopping his steps and turning to face me "Mas wants to know the contents of the box "and Irman re-runs his footsteps.

" Risk. ..Riska " shouted Irman.

The one called out ,

"Where did you throw the box? "

" After the brother,"

Without thinking again Irman took the box that was thrown by Riska. I followed Irman's footsteps.

The box was seen in a pile of garbage, Irman took it and at that time he immediately opened the contents of the box.

It turned out that it was the same as the package that was sent here this afternoon. The threat read "YOU MUST DIE" and a doll covered in blood.

Surely I'm afraid to go back, my hands are trembling . Even now my legs cannot support my body anymore .

Who exactly is that person, what is the reason behind this terror.

Irman looked furious and threw the box.

" The , outside the Cafe there's no cctv?" ask Irman

" There's no mas"

" Tomorrow mas will install cctv, we find out who the people who are not working to send 'gini things"

" Thank you, you're so considerate of me"

Mas Irman looked at me as my gaze met I immediately lowered my head.

" This is a promise from the past, will always keep and protect you. Now protection is growing for Shafira too. I don't want bad things to happen to you and Shafira, if they happen.... I'll blame myself for not being so good at looking after and protecting you"

There are no more words I can say. I'm grateful to have you Mas , even though we were not united even once I had someone else. Maybe this is how Allah unites us, must pass through various obstacles . Even when we are together now, the obstacles to our relationship exist .Hopefully our relationship can grow old together, until the contract of our lives ends. After you there won't be a third, a fourth enough, enough you mas .

Although not the first of my life, but I hope you are the last and forever.

 

\I Love You Mas Irman\\*