
"The evil bang mi brother evil hiks hyks"
" hello bang adim, what's the reason why ade mu cry like this"
" brother gk know mi, then brother matiin...Assalamualaikum" why am I scared and immediately turn off the phone
"walaikum salam"
What is it with me, why is my hand shaking this way, should I be happy to hear the voice of the woman I miss, "forgive me u O Allah if there is wrong" my mind
finally I ended my activities and went home, upon arrival at my beloved wife's house greeted me with a smile whether late this she often greeted me with a smile usually frown.
"sad you've come home?" ask her
"yes, you're cooking? ask me because my stomach is rumbling .
"sorry say. Mother does not cook, we eat out!! bring
"you eat outside, let me boil some noodles" answered me who had already cape
my marriage is about 5 years old, but there's no sign yet in our family, one and two years of our relationship is still harmonious and good just enter the third year somehow and there is something we always take root, my wife now prefers to hangout with her friends.
our situation is like this until now, somehow I feel more distant from the comfort that I have ever been with him.
Whether until when we are like this, maybe there will be a time when it will be beautiful in time..
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Finally arrived at the hotel, said rierie children again debriefing, wah stop by ah to the hall, when I arrived in the hall my eyes were fixed to the body of a monstrous, beautiful and smart, smart, really princess looks a lot like brother what else he wears taekwondo clothes (not feel my tears coming out of his shelter)
yes he is my nephew.'
"sorry long wait kiy" mba rierie came over to me.
"it's okay to relax" I replied
"yes already then mba and princess change first well, let's go kiy all to the room" invite mba rierie
after mba rierie change clothes we went to the Mall to invite the princess to play and dinner we finally chose to eat in solaria.
"is your daughter beautiful?" I ask who smiles at her smile ihh gemes
"beautiful dong aunty is his son mother he he" he replied with a laugh
mba Rierie who saw me feeding the princess just smiled at our behavior, did not feel the time was too late we went back to the hotel because the princess had to rest preparing for the match tomorrow.
we arrived at the hotel room...
"i can finally rest as well" explained mba rierie
"yes, rest mba, tomorrow we will have a long day" I replied to mba rierie.
the princess took her doll and I said
"smile put"
crick sound vibrating hp.
So sweet iihh gemess....
"dear baby we sleep tomorrow will the princess want to fight" my instruction to the beautiful pounding
"siapp aunty" he replied with excitement
time to see the bed next to mama e already tevar maybe he is very tired, hopefully tomorrow his favorite daughter won a gold medal.. Aamyn
before going to bed I sent a beautiful photo of the princess to brother adim with a couption
"Beautiful ponakan ku ☺, please pray yes bang may the princess get a gold medal"
#Send
Check two and the end is read alhamdulillah may he Peka ha ha ha.
Bissimah it's time for me to rest.
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Hour 23.00 Wit
Ting (order wa in)
[Ateku]
(i sent you a gemes princess photo)
"Beautiful ponakan ku ☺, please pray yes bang may the princess get a gold medal"
Deg
Deg
I have to call kiya, she has to explain.
when Adim tried to call kiya turned out hpnya inactive, kiya did turn off hpnya because in cargher, finally adim gave up and chat via Wa to adenya.
"Assalamualaikum de, ade already sleeping yes, brother just want to ask the photo who you send it?"
after Adim sent the message he finally slept, slept poorly, the child's face was always shadowed in his head.
when he closed his eyes, he suddenly remembered his sins in the past 5 years ago.
"Astagfirulla (suddenly awake and sitting down) lest she be my son from my relationship with rierie, do, but how can it happen (ask yourself) I just did it one night yes although many times"...
"I have to go to Balikpapan and make sure myself"
Adimpun goes into the room where his wife sleeps, and,,
"where are you going?" ask wife
"i want to go to the Umi house behind the board" I replied in a hurry
"why you arrive tomorrow morning" he asked again
"I'll leave now and in the company of inspiration (His assistant)" he replied
"you are good as long as I go, if you are afraid to sleep alone at home can invite you to go as long as I am not there" explained me who was worried about leaving her.
""yes, the heart of the heart in the way yes" that's all it says
"I go first don't forget the door lock, Assalamualaikum"
finally the inspiration came to bring the car thought the journey took a long time and we chose to take the plane destination behind the ship may not be up to 1 hour until..
when I got behind the board I called one of my friends during college.
"Your fans are dimna?" ask her over there
"it's me who waves my hand" he replied
"wah long ago bro we didn't meet, come with me"
"Yes.you changed a lot ha ha ha iyah yes thank you"
arriving at Balikpapan at 03.00 Wit, we stopped by to sleep at the Aston hotel because it was night even almost dawn, in a matter of seconds we immediately fell asleep in sleep
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Alif
Today the holiday has been 2 days alif do not communicate with kiya even nhak see kiya where the child what else is a picnic again.
not seeing her these two days why it feels like the burden of my miss trus increased, want to hear her voice but on the phone hpnya dead.
did I go to the phone part time maybe I walk to his house, all ngajsk for food.
"Assalamualaikum "my greetings in front of the Umi store
"wa'alaikum salam nak alif" replied umi
"Well, is there any mi?"
"kiya sleeps at the hotel with his mba nak alif, why not on the phone" asked umi
"so early in the morning I called, but I was not active" I replied in surprise until she had to sleep there
suddenly in between our chatter there was a tall man and a very nice body approaching us.
"Assalamualaikum umi" said the man
long enough Umi fell silent and finally......
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Sorry up his old ya guys....
sorry for taypo too
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