The Cost of Trust

Scrape wounds with prayer

After the battle, I had to take another shower. Whatever , it is true what Aziz said. He still has a right to me.

This weak body. God, do I have to give her a second chance?

Can I forget his mistake?

During his time as his wife, never once did he say rude what else to play physical. Mas Aziz is a gentle man.

But because of his gentleness, he fell into the pit of error.

"Sir, take a shower no later. Get in the wind!" mas Aziz called me from behind the door. I think he's been bathing in the bathroom outside.

I came out of the bathroom wearing full clothes.

Aziz came back to me. This time, I'm not gonna pull it off. It would be a waste if I fought him.

Lovingly, Aziz kissed my forehead. Crouching in front of my flat stomach. Smoke and whisper.

"Father's son.please tell your mother yes. Please forgive dad. I'll always look after you."

He glanced at me. I let him play his drama.

"Honey..The chicken is ripe, eat yes!", he asked.

I walked away, out of the room and into the dining table. All the dishes are perfectly served at the dining table. Aziz prepared all this.

He brought me rice. Put a piece of chicken on it.

Actually I'm hungry, but.smelling the smell of stew chicken suddenly my stomach suddenly nausea.

I ran small to the bathroom.

Huweeekkkk.....

I returned to spit out my stomach. Oh Allah.

My taste disappeared instantly.

"Daddy, we haven't tasted my cooking yet?"

"Ga hold the smell. I'm not eating. I'll just wait for the hodgepodge in front."

Aziz was singing his lips. Must be all, his efforts to make his wife masakin not poked at all.

I'm sitting on the porch. Keep an eye on everyone who sells. Don't let the hodgepodge get out of my sight.

Imagining a medok bean seasoning makes me drool. Ahhhh.

"What are you waiting for the deck guy?"

"Gado-gado!",ku.

"You want to buy it from Padang stalls? It's delicious you know.kalo that you wait for the power has passed."

"Then anyway? Is it still morning?!"

"Yes, you don't know. Buy it there. You wait at home."

"Do you know my taste?"

Aziz shook his head.

"I'm coming.!", I wonder at myself. Why be spoiled like this.

" yes, the motor first out."

A while ago, I was still cold to Aziz. Why all of a sudden, I want to go where he's going. Me why?

"Look deck! We buy whatever food you want!"bring Aziz. I also sat behind him.

Spontaneous I hugged her waist. I saw from the rearview mirror she smiled her smile.

I immediately took off my arms, retreating a few millimeters from his back.

"Why released his hug anyway deck?", asked him by staying focused riding his motorcycle.

"Ga ah's. Lili's ex-hugs!", I replied.

Aziz shook his head slowly.

"I thought you were sorry!" said lethargic.

Suddenly Aziz suddenly. Made my body slap into his back again.

"Slow down dong mas. There's your son in the stomach. Can be careful no. What about what?", my nagging was just like a firecracker.

"Yes sorry deck. There was a cat passing by. I was afraid to crash!", he said.

Apparently he did not lie, a cat passed casually in front of our motorbike.

Mas e grabbed my hand, wrapped my hand on his stomach. I tried to take her off but she kept pushing.

Busettt mas Aziz turned my back on me. I had to obey him.

Our motorbike drove slowly, many policemen slept on this road.

Padang rice stall has been seen , across it there are already kang gado-gado which is quite crowded buyers.

Mas Aziz parked our motorcycle not far from the wagons .

"Still queuing a lot ya bang?", asked Aziz to kang gado-gado.

"It's a darn, it just so happens that their tastes are the same. So I ulek you guys." replied his hodgepodge.

"Alhamdulillah.", murmured.

"You're the one who pesen yourself deck. Let it suit your taste.!" pinta mas Aziz's.

"Eat here bang. Don't use bitter melon, the roof is medok keep his bean sprouts little!"

"Ready neng!", said kang gado-gado.

"Entar pack also one bang. But the roof is separated. That's a lot!!"

"Gado-gado is separated neng?" ask brother.

"Yes, I'm afraid of getting mixed up!"

"Have I been so. Is it not pesen?" said the brother while preparing my order.

"Ga bang's. Nemenin wife. Really want to eat hodgepodge Abang here too." replied mas Aziz.

"Aren't you sincere?" my many.

"Buk. Obviously sincere, my husband is adek." he replied nervously.

"Nih neng, hodgepodge. I made the wrapped ones."

I nodded as I grabbed the pirin with its hodgepodge. As expected, it feels exactly the same as I imagined.

"What do you want to drink deck?", asked Aziz.

I stopped eating, and looked into his eyes.

"Where is the name of drinking water. Since when to drink the stone!", doze.

Astagfirullahaladzim.I still hear he has a serighfar.

"Why?", asked.

"No, not de. Yes, I bought mineral water first."

"No..no.. I want hot tea!"

The mother of the country. Asked wrong, not asked wrong. Is it pregnant women, huh? But.... Thank God, than he silenced me. It hurts more.

"There, find some hot tea. Bang gado-gado ga nyediain hot tea right?" my many. He just shakes. The wrapped hodgepodge was finished he prepared.

Mas Aziz rushed to find hot tea for me. He directly crossed into the Padang stall. Shame to buy doank tea there?

It turned out that I was wrong, Aziz was carrying another bag of food other than a glass of hot tea.

"What's that?" I asked when he was in front of me.

"Nasi rendang's. Shame on me, just go in there and buy some tea."

Hehehehe is delicious.

"Mother is pregnant. Just patience. The important thing is that his wife is cool, not stressed so that the baby is healthy too" said bang gado-gado advising mas Aziz.

"Do you know that my wife is pregnant? His stomach is still flat!" mas Aziz chimed.

"Hahahaha..mas my son 5, I am very sorry if the woman is pregnant. Especially pregnant young. Emotional, very sensitive. Didn't you?", asked the brother. I nodded while still chewing my food.

The gado-gado meal is over. Before long, azan dhuhur was heard. We went home with a pack of hodgepodge and a packet of rendang rice. How was Aziz's cooking?

Bodo....

After putting our food on the table, I rushed to the room. Towards the bathroom for ablution. Soon Aziz followed.

"Jamaah yes deck!" her door. I also agree. Looking for more reward, what is wrong.even though I still hold anger at him, but he is still my priest.

Our dhuhur prayer runs solemnly. We were caught up in each of our prayers.

'O Allah, is this second chance appropriate for Aziz? Should I forgive him? Please guide me, O Allah, my inner whisper.

'God, thank you my wife for opening her heart. I know the great sin that I committed. But please, God, forgive me. Let us stay together forever. Aamiyin....'

Aziz stretched out his hand before me. I grabbed and kissed the back of his hand. After that, she hugged me tightly to my body. Comfortable.