The Cost of Trust

The Part 127

"Mba Hayu, today go home cepet aja huh? From the morning itself must be tired."

"Capek is not mas. But if you want us to close the coin, that's okay."

"Mah hasn't come home yet?"

"Say, the way home is already."

Before long, Imah and Faiz came across the kang Dadan.

"Assalamualaikum!", greet the three of them compactly.

"Getishalam."

"Yes, Hayu, let me close it. That's it, Faiz has come."

"Yes mas!", replied Hayu while taking his bag, not forgetting Aziz took a piece of blue money for Hayu's daily meal. In fact, if Hayu wants, Daddy can even make a store that is much larger than this. But, hayu chose a simple life.

And get into the stall.

"Mother Hayu wants to go home? I'm anterin all you want?" tawar Dadan's.

"No need to, thank you. We want to stop by first!", refuse hayu.

"It's okay mbak Hayu, Imah not jealous really" chirped Imah who caught the bad taste of Hayu's face. Imah always felt if all this time, Hayu like putting his heart on Aziz mas. Not once twice Imah caught wet mbak Hayu was watching Aziz mas. Whether it was from the side or even just staring at his back. Admittedly, Aziz is handsome and charismatic. His face was also similar at a glance if juxtaposed with Mas Fa'i.

Ouch...Well, what the hell do you think???? Inner Faith, war with her own heart.

"Sorry Kang dadan...Well, it's not your heart's intention to reject your kindness, but we did want to stop by first."

"Yes, that's it. Mas...I'll go home first."

"Yes kang!"

"Yes A"

Speak Imah and Aziz together.

"Close gasik (fast) Tah mas?", asked Imah .

"Yes. Capek mah's. Kasian Hayu from morning rame on. Alone anyway."

"Sorry, I'm busy with girls."

"Ora opo-opo Mah!", said Aziz while closing the rolling door. Then sit in the cashier chair.

"His business is done at Dadan's house?", asked Aziz while calculating today's income and voucher stock.

"Alhamdulillah it is. Just to the house of Teh Neneng, ask to make food for a reply. Mbak Di recommended Neneng tea. Which at that time made your birthday!"

"Owh..!", Aziz was just an 'OH.

"Mas...!", I'm sitting in front of Aziz.

"What??"

"mas ngerasa nih, if.. if..sorry yes..if..."

"If Mulu, what the hell is Mah?"

"That's...Let's feel that Mayu has the same heart as Aziz."

"Astagfirullah Mah! Don't su'udzon mah. If not, that would be slander!"

"If it really is?", could he put his hand on the cashier's table.

"Yes.yes, it may not be Mah. Ah, don't think that."

"Imah is not from nudu mas. Why often kokin mbak Hayu again see mas. Either see the face from the front, side, back...."

"already.your talk has been spitting mah. Don't make such rumors. Especially if until you are horrified, want to make trouble again?"

"Hehehe yes maap. But...Imah just a message, mas do not turn away from mbak Di you know. Although Mayu is no less beautiful, but my mother is still the most beautiful!"

"Yes, it's just that you're Tok Imah, there's nothing else!"

"Yes, let's take a shower. Go straight to sleep. So tired."

"Yes there!"

******

I was playing my phone when Aziz walked into the room. She opened the safe near my dresser. The money from the sale today, he always keeps it there. For a moment, Aziz glanced at me. Maybe because I saw the file from Aunt Selly I put there.

Mas Aziz had not said anything, until he cleaned himself in the bathroom. The sound of water coming from the shower and the smell of soap came to me in my room.

Water bath what is soap bath anyway mas Aziz? It smells so bad! My inner. Before long Aziz came out by wrapping a towel under his navel. I accidentally saw her when she just came out of the bathroom.

I turned my eyes to my phone again. From the tail of my eyes, I saw Aziz's mas preparing for the Isya prayer. Tumben did I pray what not?

Reading books online is like a part of my day. Of course I read it when I'm so relaxed. Otherwise, I would have been busy with caring for Diaz and other household chores.

"Why was my phone taken? Here!"

Instead of handing over, Aziz instead kept her on the table.

"Udah, read the novel tomorrow!", he said, sitting before me.

I took a deep breath.

"Have you told me the same story?", asked Aziz while lifting my chin with his index finger.

"I'm not ready yet!", I intend to get off my bed.

"Honey.!", Aziz grabbed my hand until I sat down.

"Mas...!", I slightly lowered my voice. Afraid of disturbing Diaz who is fast asleep.

"Alright, if you don't want to talk about that yet."

Mas Aziz clasped my hands over my thighs.

"You know, I haven't been able to make you happy on deck. It often hurts you without even knowing it. But..asal you know, mas only want.wife shalihah mas this.can tell all her complaints equally mas. Not anyone else."

I'm still silent, don't want to be over it.

Mas Aziz grabbed me in his arms. Letting my head rest on his chest. I think his heartbeat made me feel comfortable.

"I'm sorry.sorry.kan mas ,dek. I can't make you believe it completely the same thing."

I don't feel my tears melting. I sobbed quietly in my husband's arms. Realizing that I was crying in his arms, Aziz looked up at my face.

"Mas.always be with you." Aziz covered his hands in my face. My forehead is gently kissed. Turning to my eyes, kissing my closed eyelids. Smell my nose, then put our eyebrows together.

His fingers rubbed my tears on his cheeks. Back, she kissed my face. Until finally, the touch of his lips made me even more closed.

Mas Aziz did it very gently, not as usual. Minutes have passed, Aziz still reigns over my lips.

The longer, Aziz the more demanding. Without letting go of the kiss, Aziz had already laid down my body. I'm just fine with his treatment this time. His touch gave me a comfortable sensation, feeling that I belonged to someone. I was wanted!

Diandra, maybe.the problems we face will not be forgotten. But at least, you can forget about it for a moment while doing this with me. Inner Aziz.

Increasingly, the beginning of which is just kissing is now an activity of a couple.

Time and time again mas made me feel that 'thing. It was as if Aziz was not out of energy. In the end, Aziz reached the top.

"Sir.!", he whispered next to my ear. His body now looks stretched. The beloved call from him made me feel soaring.

Aziz's sweat on his face was like a grain of corn. Are you tired of it? Just to make me forget for a moment my burden?

"Thank you deck!", whispered Aziz who was now lying next to me covering our bodies in a blanket.

"Mas...!", I whispered again.

"Why baby?", Aziz coiled his hand to my stomach.

"Thank you!"

"For?"

"You're it !"

"What is deck?"

"I know, you just want to make me not think too much about my problems. Don't you?"

"Hemm..can be true, can also not!"

"What's that?"

"Yes, it's not that kangen dengerin******you!", he whispered slowly in my ear.

"Basic bawdy!"

"Essum with his own wife is okay!"

"Mas..ih.", I pinched her belly that was covered under the blanket.

"Break break deck."

"Human? meaning?"

"One more time!" whispered jahil.

"no ah."

"Mas wants to make you, tomorrow all day in the room continue!"

"Mas...!", I pinched him again.