
"Assalamualaikum, good morning, Mothers," Zayna said while at the vegetable store.
"Waalaikumsalam, morning too, Ms. Zayna," said the father of the vegetable seller.
While the other mothers just kept quiet with a cynical glance towards Zayna. They acted as if they did not see the arrival of the woman and were just busy choosing groceries. Vegetable sellers also only shook their heads to see the behavior of the mothers. Zayna who understood did not even bother. He continued his activities choosing cooking ingredients to cook this morning.
"Good morning, everyone" said a new mother. He waved his hand which was filled with bracelets as well as rings. The woman was the one who spoke to Zayna and Ayman yesterday.
"Good morning, Miss Cindy. It's like it's like today!"
"Yes, dong! Today, right, my husband's payday. I want to buy a new bracelet. I'm tired of wearing this one" said Ms. Cindy, shaking her hand to make the bracelet ring.
"It must be good, yes, ma'am, her husband is an office clerk, the salary must be big."
"Yes, dong, Mom. I want to have a poor man's husband. Can't buy anything."
Zayna just kept quiet without intervening with their conversation. He did not want to add to the problems in his new residence. Judging from the jewelry alone Zayna knew if it was not real gold. He had a friend who worked in a gold shop and was taught how to distinguish fake and real gold, just by looking at it.
"Sir Zayna, what do you want to buy?" ask Ms. Cindy after realizing that only the woman was not interested in hearing the story.
"You want to buy vegetables, Mom, for my husband" Zayna replied with a smile.
"Don't keep vegetables. You also need to buy meat. Ma'am, don't be stingy with your husband even though he's a little salary, but that's also your husband. Love the good food, dong!"
"Yes, ma'am" Zayna replied.
"Don't do it, if the husband is not at home continue to look for others outside, right, it can be dangerous. Especially your husband is handsome. Even though it's just a motorcycle taxi driver, I'm sure there are a lot of women out there who want to make it a mistress. Especially if it's a rich woman. Today there are many such people."
"But, my husband is not that kind of person" said Zayna who did not like what Miss Cindy said.
Ayman couldn't have done that. Although they only knew each other, but she was sure her husband was not a man who easily moved. Especially to do something indecent. Zayna looked at her neighbor with a dislike.
"Yes, who knows! We don't know what our husband is doing out there. So as a wife, we should be able to make our husband feel at home."
"Thank you, ma'am, for the advice. Let's just hope our house is okay." Zayna immediately gave the groceries to the vegetable seller to count. He wants to get out of there rather than later the woman gets more emotional and gets out of control.
Zayna was really upset by what Miss Cindy said. Undeniably, there was a feeling of fear in her heart if the husband would betray her. However, he tries to think positively if Ayman is unlikely to do that.
After paying the price, Zayna left the mothers. Along the way, he had a lot of beristighfar so that his anger subsided. The woman did not want to get home and took it out on the husband who knew nothing.
"Eh, Mum. Assalamualaikum" said Zayna, kissing the back of Ayman's hand.
"Waalaikumsalam, what's wrong? You seem to be thinking a lot, to forget to say hello when entering the house. You always remind me."
"There's nothing, Mom. Just a little dizzy" Zayna replied lying.
Ayman knew that his wife was not telling the truth, but she did not want to force the woman. There must be a reason behind it. The man smiled at his wife.
"Yes already, Mas. I want to go to the kitchen first, I want to cook," continued Zayna, who was adopted by Ayman.
The man recalled talking on the beach if Zayna didn't like the lies, but today the woman lied. Come to think of it, there must be something that made his wife dishonest and Ayman was sure it must be for their good. Maybe Zayna is covering up for someone else's mistakes. She let the important thing be the woman was fine.
A message came to Ayman's phone. It was a message from his papa, who asked him to come to the headquarters because there was a very important matter. All can only be solved by it. The man was in a dilemma. How could Ayman go and leave his own wife here?
There was no way he said there was a job out of town because his job was just a motorcycle taxi driver. However, taking him out of town is not good either. There will be a lot of questions coming out of his wife's lips. After all, his mother also forbade his son to take his wife to the city where he was born. Ayman contacted Mr. Doni to help him find a solution.
"How about we say the same Non Zayna, if you take me to the house of a brother who is giving birth. As for how long we'll be there, just tell me we're only two days. When we're there we can say that something is urgent or something is keeping us stuck there."
"Looks like that's all that makes sense for now, sir. I'll tell Zayna later. Hopefully he won't mind and let me go."
"Sorry, Sir. Did the great sir not say what the problem was?" ask Doni.
"No, I also don't know what the company is about. All this time everything seemed fine, "Ayman replied. "All right, Mr. Doni. I'm gonna go see Zayna first and ask her permission."
"Yes, Sir. Assalamualaikum."
"Getishalight." Ayman took a deep breath. Trying to look ordinary. He felt guilty that there had been too many lies that he had told all along. I don't know when this lie will stop. I hope Zayna doesn't hate him at the time.
The man headed for the kitchen, where the wife was struggling with cooking utensils. Ayman smiled at him. During his time as his wife, Zayna never complained. When he asked the woman to stop working, his wife complied. All homework was completed alone, without asking for help.
"Eh, Mom, what's up? Want coffee?" asked Zayna who was surprised to see the arrival of her husband.
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