There's No Saying Dear

Four Questions... Three Answers

The young man wearing the black shirt, leaned against the sliding door made of glass. While mesen-decapan both hands on the chest. His eyes were staring, his back was shaking from crying. Slowly he let out a slow breath, the young man walked over to the owner of the back that was still shaking. The young man was already standing at the back, his wife. The young man's hands clasped his wife's body from behind. The woman with such shoulder hair, was very shocked because someone grabbed her body from behind.

"Hiks... " That shoulder-haired woman is still sobbing. But upon seeing the ring curled in sweet fingers, someone. The woman smiled, she knew whose ring it was.

"You crying?" The young man asked, putting his chin on his wife's shoulders. His hands were wrapped around his wife's neck.

The reflex light instantly wiped away her tears, with both of her hands. The sky was just staring, his wife's face from the side.

"Cocochere? Not hiks, just sent him." The light asked, with a sob still present. Ohow! The woman would not call the name of the woman sitting next to her husband at the dinner table. That's so! His jealousy?.

"He who?" The young man asked, not asked. More precisely test it, why his wife did not want to mention the name of the woman.

"That's it!" Looks like the woman, did not want to mention the name of the woman.

"Who? Asya ma'am?" ask Sky, to his wife.

The young man looked at the face of his wife, who was pouting in jealousy making the young man smile. Ow hell! The young man kissed his wife's cheek from behind.

The light was silent, her chest still hurt, when she told her husband to deliver another woman.

"No, not answered." The young man, already standing beside his wife. Put both hands in your pocket.

"Near as it were" he said, like a satire in the ear of Heaven.

"Near to you." The sky spoke, while sticking his body on his wife's shoulder. The light shakes her shoulders from her husband's body.

"His, what the hell." The light speaks like a troubled man. The woman was upset because of her husband.

"Surely, don't want to be close to your husband. I've been watching you from there." The sky pointed towards the glass door. Before continuing his words. "I'm not sincere, O Allah, what's not willing?" Sky asked.

When his wife went to the room, the young man immediately chased after his wife.

"No." Give her the woman, and throw away her face. That woman is so embarrassed.

"Yes?" The sky asked, pointing at his wife's face.

"Hmm." The light nodded, approving. The vow! The woman with shoulder-length hair was very embarrassed, because her husband listened to what came out of his mouth.

"So, who said this? 'It turns out that the torment, this is the hyx, it feels jealous, the hysteria. Why would Masnya want hiks.huaaaa huaaaa'. Hmm?" The sky chuckled as it mimicked the words of his wife, who was crying.

"Yes, puff!" The sky covered his mouth, with his palm.

The light felt, if her husband insulted her. His face grew even more sullen, the Light.

"okay!" The sky tried to hold back his laughter. Holding her stomach, the one who was sick from laughing.

"I want to ask you. You jealous?" The sky was staring at his wife, so close and so deep.

Light whirled her body, in order to turn her back on her husband. The woman covered her face with both palms, in shame.

The sky only shook his head, while putting his hands on his waist.

"That's how it feels, when I look. My wife is with another man, now you feel it. So I hope you can learn a lesson from the pain you're feeling tonight." The young man if he spoke there was no limiter, at all. Just look at the words that came out of his mouth, so cringe in the heart and mind of his wife.

"But if he's my best friend, since I lived in Sumatra."

"I've said, now that there is no such thing as a friend between girls and boys, if not one ngarep definitely the other comfortable." The young man gave his wife advice. Rubbing her hair rough. The light lowered his head.

"Next week, I haven't seen you. Unlike Mas, the same he who every day met. Can see the beautiful, different from—" Heaven cut off his wife's speech, then said. "Enough! I know, you're gonna compare your body and her. Know that you should never compare yourself to anyone. Someone is created with their own advantages and disadvantages. If I had, I would never have disputed that. Then why are you, who is taking issue with this, I told you. I love you not for your physical or your excess." The young man did not like his wife, comparing herself to other women.

"You know? How long do I look at your face when I sleep?" The young man looked at the night sky full of stars.

The light twisted her body, to do the same thing that her husband did.

"How much?" The lady with such hair, seemed to be curious. Why does her husband like to look at her face when she sleeps.

"One—" Not yet, the young man continued his words. His wife cut him off. "One second?" The light looked up to see her husband's face.

"Too hasty." The young man replied.

"meaning?"

"An hour and a half, I looked at your face." The sky glanced at his wife.

The woman smiled, when her husband said so.

"Why did you spend that long looking at my face?" Light, very curious. She never knew if she was doing something she thought was useless.

"I've only heard the word of the Prophet. About the best of a man's treasury. That is the wife of the sholehah who is seen to be pleasant, if ordered will obey him. And what if the wife leaves, will take care of herself." The sky looked at the moon which was bright.

"Your face is pleasant, Az-zahra. I hope you're a righteous woman." The sky smiled faintly, looking at his wife.

Light looked at her husband's face, her aunt also smiled faintly.

Five minutes of no talk from either. The light wanted to know since when her husband saw her cry.

"Mas, since when did Mas go up to the room? Ah— I mean Mas look, I'm crying?" The light leaned her head on her husband's shoulder. Maybe his head hurts from crying.

"Since, you said you weren't willing." Sky, knowing his wife was hurt because of eyed speech.

"Who delivered him?" The light asked, for the second time.

"Joe!"

"How could it be, instead of the one you asked?" The light wants to know.

"Jo, you know you're jealous. He whispered to me, he said he told me to pretend to have a headache."

"What?" The light was startled, so big was the jealousy. Until Jo can deduce the feelings she felt for her husband.

"Looked man?" The light asked, unconsciously.

"What does it look like?" ask Sky tease.

"Hide." The mouth of the woman with the hair of the shoulder can not be invited to compromise with the heart.

"Oh... Az-zahra jealous? It's." The sky smiled, as his wife admitted it.

The light grew more and more confused, when her husband said so. It turned out that the woman, it was hard to admit that she was jealous. Very different from her husband, who readily admits.

"Forget it, I'm asking now. Why is it that when we fell in the bushes, Mas said we were married?" The light asked, to her husband.

The woman still remembers it.

"Challenge the conversation." The sky hissed slowly, but very clearly in his wife's ear.

"Let's answer." It seemed like the woman really wanted to divert the conversation.

The sky nodded slowly, the young man did not answer him directly. It took him two minutes to answer, it made his wife upset.

"We will certainly be paraded, all citizens, continue to be told to marry."

"Oh... " The light nodded slowly.

The woman seemed to be asking again. The light took a breath before asking. "Why is the dowry all number eight?"

The sky thought that night, his wife asked a lot. But he will answer with pleasure.

"Eight is one of those numbers that never breaks, after zero. I hope this marriage will last until my grandparents. And secondly I hope that the sustenance that God has given me will never break after I get married."

And marry those who are still single among you, and those who are worthy (married) of your true servants who are male and female. If they are poor, God will give them power by His grace. And Allah is All-Aware (of His giving), All-Knowing."(QS. An-Nur 24: Verse 32).

Don't worry if you want to get married but don't have anything. God will suffice.

The light nodded back after getting an answer from her husband. The third question of Light is ready to be thrown as it seems.

"Why that time, Mas, want to make coffee by him. Didn't you ever say you didn't like coffee?" The question that made the young man remember. Who made the coffee for him. And when it happened. It took three minutes, the young man remembered.

"Oh... means the coffee made by Bu Asya?" ask the young man, his wife.

While the woman with the hair of a boat, hissing slowly does not like if her husband calls the name of the woman.

"His." The light hit one of his legs. Very funny in the eyes of her husband, seeing his wife stomping her feet while swinging her face.

"Because of need, I was very sleepy at that time, so I asked him to make all of you not sleepy. That was the meeting. You remember that, right?"

The light nodded slowly.

The light will ask again, will her husband answer the last question he will ask.

"Why do you like to wear black?"

The sky glanced towards his wife, a thin smile carving on her lips. Seraya answered. "It is enough that I and my God know."

The light just nodded, the woman could not force her husband to answer. Sometimes human relationships are like that. Even if she's her husband, or her parents. Enough of God to know.