The Heart of Raisya

Chameleonlike

"It's not 1 o'clock, I go to college first."

" Yes, study diligently, later I want to go to the house of the mother there is a need with Agus and my sister, I will start opening the counter and printing so that soon I can give you shopping money."

I don't think there's anything wrong with Kak Firman, but somehow it feels like there's a little pressure in the sentence."Oh come on Raisya don't be so baper, support your husband." I murmured inwardly

" Yes, brother, may the efforts that will be brother start to run smoothly, assalamu'alaikum."

"wa'alaikum salam." I kissed the back of his hand and immediately took the white key.

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POV Word

There is nothing less than my wife. She's sweet, kind of sholehah, but there's another heart I have to take care of. If I had not promised anyone I would gladly have received all the attention from my wife. I know the teachings of religion, I know this time I was wrong, but my heart can't lie. Not only do I promise in front of many people, but my promise is witnessed by angels and God will be angry if I make fun of my promise.If I continue this to my wife, it is the same as me to deceive her. I fear that my Father who preceded me will partake of the torment in the grave of all that I do.

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Coming home from the campus right adhan maghrib I got home, I did not see any signs of anyone in the house.That's a sign my husband has not come home, fortunately I brought a spare key.

After cleaning myself I immediately perform maghrib prayer, and teach for a while. Suddenly I heard my phone ringing.

It turned out my husband called.

" Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salam, yes brother what's wrong?"

" come here, Brother and his wife and child are returning home, we are staying at Mother's house."

It seems to be an order to be carried out, not a solicitation. Of course I can't refuse for any reason.

" Okay, brother, I'll be there later."

" Okay, Assalamu'alaikum."

" Greetings wa'alaikum."

As I said, after praying I was ready to go to my in-laws' house, of course with the white.

Until there I saw my mother and husband still in musholla, indeed my in-laws teach naji at home, there are some students who are still in elementary school who teach here. After the congregational prayers they go home one by one. I was confused about where to go, I finally sat on the porch of the house.

"Yes ma'am" my husband approached me.

"Let's go in!" follow him with a stiff tone.

You are in his room

"This is my room, maybe not as big and comfortable as your room. I hope you're at home."

"Just like at home, you can still take shelter from the heat and rain. Even if it's just on the floor I can still sleep." I think my answer is too long.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? I want to go out and buy food, what do you want to eat."

"Just like having a sister."

"Ok, I'm leaving first, where's the key to the bike? I borrowed it for a while." as formal as it was my husband said, like talking to someone who just knew it.

I handed him the motor key.

About 30 minutes later, Brother Firman came with two credit cards in his hand. He finished a crackle containing two packets of rujak ordered by his mother and sister.Then he handed the other crackle to me.

I started to unpack our rice, apparently my husband bought some catfish rice. I was a little surprised when my husband put his rice on my rice paper, before I spoke he made a sound. " Let's just say we ate a plate of both".

and do not forget his smile to me when saying that word just now.Tak forgot I smiled back.Just with that simple sentence has made me melt, hopefully this is not the mode because there is a mother and sister near us. I think my husband is like a chameleon that can change to where he is.

The four of us did eat lesehan on the porch of the house, it was better like this. Our food was clean without rest, I immediately cleaned it up.

While still chatting together, I saw my husband's phone on, it seemed like there was a call. Because the mood is silent so it does not sound. And after that I felt taken flying with little attention, now I seemed to crash into the ground. How not? I saw the name of the person who called on my husband's HP screen. 'FIRST WIFE' yes the name is back I see. A good prejudice when I thought the name was deliberately made to save his mother's number was no longer valid. Because it turned out that it was not the number of Mother, where maybe mother called while the person was in front of us.It turns out the estimate was wrong.

I turned my eyes to my husband, and he was nervous. He took the phone and then he went to the bathroom for a word.

That's the number with the same name, if not the mother's number then whose number? Oh my God, I hope my heart is still strong. Am I being too stupid or pretending to be stupid to face this problem. Or I'm too patient in my response.

I hope my husband will explain something that he should explain later. I still sit in place.

In the middle of my daydream, I forgot that there was a mother in front of me. Mother surprised me by touching my hand and talking to me with a heart.

See You again sister, thank you.🤗😍