There's No Saying Dear

Istighfar End Tebengan...

The sun is tilted in the west direction. The street was quite crowded, the shoulder-haired woman came down the stairs with a man behind her.

"What do you wear?" ask the man from Sumatra.

"Good angkot," he answered while looking down, afraid of falling.

"Two just take it." The man offered himself.

"No, the cave can be alone." Refuse in a gentle way.

Dusk and Light have known for a long time. They were both familiar when Cahaya and her family settled in Sumatra for seven years. The Dusk House is close to the Light family contract, initially they greet each other to lead to friendship.

"Don't want to?" Dusk asked, for the umpteenth time.

"I– yes!" the Light's answer sounded certain.

It turns out that having a friend who is still single and already has a partner that feels different. That's what the night felt. A couple should appreciate their partner.

"Gua pull Sen!" The light ran, waving at his best friend.

Five minutes of Light waiting, finally the red angkot, stopped in front of him. Light enters the chamber. The shoulder-haired woman remembered, when she and her husband used to ride an angkot with a round-faced girl left in the angkot. The Light and Sky had to sit crammed with the other passengers. It made her husband's chest come into contact with his back. Light knew, at that time her husband was uncomfortable with the position. Even Light heard her husband clucking. The shoulder-haired woman's lips, slowly smiled as she recalled the past with her husband.

"It turns out human relationships are like this. Beautiful but sometimes painful. When the Creator separates, the point in life is in return. If we are given happiness, we do not escape sadness. The opposite is true." Light speaks slowly.

The red cargo continued to go, until it stopped at the crossroads

"Kang, why stop here my house should go in again" lamented Light, who was sitting behind the driver's kang.

"Sorry Neng, the problem is that these mothers want to worry" the driver replied, pointing to the pregnant woman, who was sitting next to the driver.

The light does not know if there are mothers sitting in front. Ah— the woman with such shoulder-length hair, thinking of her husband so forget about his surroundings.

"Yes, this is Kang. Thanks." Thanks." The light gave money to the driver.

"Goodoo, bye." The driver answered. The light that came out was red. He was breathing rough because he had to walk.

"Astaghfirullah al-Adzim, the cane of O Allah." The light keeps on beristighfar.

"Astagfirullah al-Adhim, bring someone who will help the servant of Allah." The woman walks, occasionally picks up trash on the street and is dumped in a trash can.

The silver car kept on going to split the road. Until entering the crossroad. The young man inside saw a woman wearing a blue sea shirt. The woman walked while picking up a used bottle, then tossed it into the trash. That woman is.

Tin.... Tin...

The woman with the hair looked back. His eyes did not believe, because his wife brought results. The car stopped next to the woman. The car glass went down a little. It was mas zawaji's car.

"Well?" ask the young man, who was in the car.

"What?" The woman asked back.

"Ngapain is like a scavenger" he mocked.

"Hem... " The light thrust its hand towards the young man.

"What?" the young man asked, not understanding. The light shook her head, did her husband not understand.

"Needle? You owe me two million? Later when I'm home, I don't bring that much money." The young man kept talking.

The light shook his head again. But her hand pulled her husband's right hand, then kissed him.

Sky silent. Ow hell! Why did the young man forget, if his wife was going to kiss his palm, when he came home from work. Husband of su'udzon.

"Aren't you angry?" Light asked. The young man, drove his car. How could the young man be angry, if his wife had already made him happy.

The sky fell silent, not answering his wife's question.

The light just stared at her husband, after which it was a breath away.

"Mas zawaji, don't be angry, this morning I sent an SMS, there I promised to learn how to make martabak. And after that my best friend and I won't meet." Light talk, while picking up the puncture candy in the dashboard drawer. Then eating.

"Whose candy is this?" ask the woman, feeling the sweetness of the candy.

The sky remembered that it was the candy belonging to the round-faced girl left behind. The round-faced girl always nebeng om Lecturer, in the morning. Sometimes also play in the office om Lecturer, before the invitation comes.

"Beautiful!" answer's short.

"Ridha isn't Mas?" Light asked.

"No" he replied spontaneously.

The light scowled, her husband was very difficult to persuade. When it comes to matters, he is close to another man.

"Layak batter martabaknya still many, Mas people are not ridha," he said.

Understand the first time the cafe opens may not be immediately crowded. If it is immediately crowded, it could be that the shoulder-haired woman is overwhelmed.

The car entered the gate of Raharja's house. Her passenger came out, Light running small behind her husband.

"Mas, he said the husband's ridha is very important for his wife. If Mas, then Allah will not be pleased with me. Mas Emang, would you? Mas's wife, can't get the pleasure of Allah?" Light spoke beside her husband.

The sky was still silent, however the young man was afraid that his wife, close to another man. It's not a matter of suudzon or what, whose name satanic misgivings exist.

"Quick solve your problem, if you want to get the husband's pleasure," the answer made the Light of Checkmate. The young man was too cornering his wife.

"Yes, Mas zuwaji one week," her reply, made her husband smile inwardly. Because his wife was very confident in his promise.

"Assalamu'alaikum." The sky kisses the hand.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Eyang smiled, but as Light kissed his hand. The old grandmother threw away her face. You have to respect that old grandma. Even though the old grandmother's words always hurt her heart.

Later in the night I'll make you cry village lady, I don't like you. Not sincere if my granddaughter is with you. Ten months, let's see. Whether you're going to be pregnant or not. May you not conceive, that I may draw my grandson closer to a woman more than you. I-i promise!. Inner old grandmother. I don't know why the old grandmother hated her daughter-in-law's granddaughter.