There's No Saying Dear

Sadness Wife... When Husband Delivers...

The clock is at half-five. The couple enjoyed the sunset. It feels beautiful, if you can enjoy the beauty of the world with people who make their days fun, people who sometimes make sad, annoyed and even angry sometimes. The husband-wife bond is sacred.

"More." The young man thrust money at his wife, who was standing next to him.

The shoulder-haired woman, turned her eyes, who had originally seen the sunset towards her wife.

"Much kok? I'm just borrowing two million, buying a freezer." The woman asked her husband a question. Her hand had not taken the money that was in her husband's hands.

"All the money." The young man put money in his wife's hands.

"Liquid-liquid hore!"

"Not so borrow if so, the monthly money people are liquid." The light brought two million to her husband. The woman with such hair did not dare to ask for a living zhaahir from her husband. If you are given yes accepted if you have not asked. Even at that time her husband was late, paying zhaahir's living. Until maturity. The horns!

"What does that mean? The monthly money is for your monthly needs, such as buying pulses and cosmetics or something else." The young man glanced at his wife, then looked at the sunset.

"How is it possible, if it's cosmetic, Mom! The one who bought it I just wear it" he replied.

Ah— all his wife needs is enough. His wife never refused a gift from him. As with handbody and perfume, both are choices. If his wife says. 'If you like the smell, I'll wear it too'.

"okay!" The young man put the money in his pocket again.

The clock shows at half-seven. Raharja's family is at the dinner table. But not with a shoulder-haired woman. The woman was in the kitchen, preparing the dinner.

The sound of the house bell makes a sound of a sign that squeezes it. The old granny smiled, it seemed like the guest she was waiting for had already arrived. The grandmother immediately got up from her seat and walked to the main door. Raharja's family at the dinner table looked at each other. Then shake your head at the same time. There are also those who shrug their shoulders. Ah— the Jo is there too, it seems like Jo would rather sleep in her bedroom than in a hotel room. The problem is that the hotel room is matre! His hour must be counted, one hour so, at times a day. Just imagine how much money Jo would have to spend in a week. Mending your own room does not have to pay.

The old grandmother opened the main door. Ah— her lips smiled widely, it seemed that night. The old grandmother would be happy.

"Come, comein!" The old woman told her guests to come in.

"Thank you, Mom!" The woman answered.

The old grandmother told her guest to follow her. They reached the dining table. The four men rounded his eyes.

"Mom Asya!" Heaven, Hazel and Jo pronounce the name in unison. Mr. Khan did not come.

Midlife should not be surprised to be afraid of hangers.

Asya was also no less surprised, because his superiors were all there. Such as the main director, financial director and personnel director. Until the marketing manager, there are also.

"You know?" Enthusiastic because the plan worked.

"How come ma'am, they're my boss, sir's night." Asha.

"Night." Hazel received a helping hand from Asha. When Asya was beside the Sky reached out. The old grandma didn't waste it.

"She sits next to me." They talk like that. Ah— it's actually the chair of Light.

The sky who saw it, wanted to speak up, but he paused because Asya had already sat down. The twins gave each other codes, because they were eyang.

The woman with the hair of the boat smiled at her mother-in-law. The two women came out of the kitchen carrying containers filled with food. The smile faded while at the dinner table. The woman with the shoulder-length hair saw another woman sitting next to her husband. The light and her mother-in-law put the food on the table.

"Mother's Night and... " Asha greeted Abidah Aminah and the shoulder-haired woman.

"Include her my wife" Sky said, telling.

He did not seem to like the answer from his grandson.

"Light!" The woman stretched her hand towards Asya.

"Asians!" Asya received a helping hand from the Light.

The lady with the hair was silent for a moment. He is no stranger to that name.

Asya, who is she why does it seem like I've heard this name. Inner Light, which does not remember Asya.

Turns out he's Arkana's wife, young as it turns out. Looks like his age is below mine. But where's his son. Asya also.

"Sit down." Abidah Aminah told Asya and the Light to sit down.

"If you may know this Asya Ma'am, his position is in what part?" Alula asked.

"Financial Manager!" asya's answer, made the Light's heart beat faster.

Asya, he who was in the room at that time. Turns out she's the one, she's so hot, God. Inner Light is afraid, the woman is afraid if her husband is like another man. Cheating with his co-workers.

Su'udzon's wife.

"Wah .. high ranks yes Mbak. It must be a big pay" Alula spoke while feeding Balqis.

"Ah... Alula's mom could've." Asya smiled, putting food in her mouth.

"The name is GM. The position is under the president director, the responsibility is also great is not so Bu Asya?" Hazel asked.

"Ah, yes that's what sir!" Asya smiled.

"Great women can make their own money, especially the salary is large. Like this Asya." Eyang boasts about Asya.

The light gulped down, if she spoke, she must have been the woman. Feeling that the eyes hurt her heart intentionally.

"What is he here to wear?" ask Abidah Aminah.

"Taxi, Mom!" Asya answered, while drinking.

"Have you been GM for a long time?" Grandpa Raharja asked, I don't know from whom grandfather knew if Asya became GM.

"Two years sir!" he replied, grandfather nodded.

Light just plays its spoons and forks. The woman did not eat at all, her heart was raging. There are many questions in his heart. The sky stared at his wife's hand for a glimpse, the young man knew, if the wife had not eaten.

"Lang, later you anterin Asya go home yes, kasian woman, not good nights home alone." Speak, smiling smirk.

Will his efforts to bring his grandson closer to Asya is realized.

The light that heard that, made the hand that was holding the spoon and fork fall on the plate. But not loud, so only one of them heard. Eyang witnessed that. Eyang was very satisfied to see the Light of heartache.

The light retreated his chair, then stood up before speaking. "Sorry everyone, I was up my stomach hurt."

The young man was just about to put food in his mouth. The sky could see his wife's grim face. The light leaves those who are still eating. The woman opened the door and ran to the balcony. The woman fell down while crying. Her tears kept dripping, ah— the woman hit the white ceramic with her hands.

Why eyesang, why eyesang hates me hix. What did that mean when I said that a year I could not love the descendants of the hyx. I have to let go of the car with another woman. Aaaaaaaa, I do not want to, O Allah. Inner Light.

The light shouted, after shouting the woman hugged her knees. His face was hidden in his knees. The woman was sobbing very long.

What woman would want to see her husband with someone else. Moreover, the woman with the shoulder-length hair also felt love for a month has not even even, because it took them a month to accept each other if they were already a couple.

"Thank you, we've invited you all to dinner." Asya got up from her seat.

"Together Asya, you can stop by here again sometime to eat with us," an easy answer made Hazel and Jo stare at each other. Hazel shrugged her shoulders. Jo shook his head and pouted his lips.

"By pleasure, it is good to be acquainted with Mbak Alula, Bu Abid the same twins from Pak Raharja!" He smiled at the family.

"We are the opposite Mommy!" answer Alula.

"Let's Sir, Ma and Ma'am Al!" Asya spoke while walking out the main door.

The woman with such hair, just kept crying as much as she could.

"I'm not willing, God willing." sobbed but still able to talk.

There was a sound of cars coming from below. The light brushed away her tears. The woman stood up and ran towards the edge of the balcony. The light stared at the silver car, from upstairs. His eyes were not taken away from the car. The light stared at the car. The woman imagined her husband and another woman in the car alone. The light grew sobbing, his back was shaking. The stranglehold of the woman gripped firmly, the iron that was on the edge of it.

"It turns out that the hyx, this is the hyx, it feels jealous, the hyx. Why the mass, want huaaaa huaaaaa." That lady with such hair, her heart was broken.

Why, God, did not allow him to reciprocate with his first love. Maybe this is God's reason. God didn't want that woman with such shoulder-length hair, as sad as that night. The one who loves him (his husband) is with another woman. The Light loved Dusk. But my best friend loved another woman.

The pain I felt when I saw my first love with another woman. Not as sick as it is tonight. When I see someone who loves me and I love with another woman. Inner woman it is.