Towards True Love 2
Not the Perfect Wife
I drowned my face even more as the crying completely broke. I'm ashamed, very ashamed. Being a careless wife and always bothering my husband.
"Darling, why are you crying? Your hand was punctured by a shard? Alright, let it go. Don't pick up those shards again. Let's just go clean it up later." Rio instantly crouched down beside me as I sobbed.
Her warm hands examined my palms carefully. Worrying if I cry because I scratched a broken glass.
In fact, I did not cry because of any scratches. But, I could no longer endure the embarrassment before him.
"I'm ashamed" I said in a sob.
"Thy? Shame why?" Rio's confused.
"I'm careless, I'm so stupid. I've always been a hassle" my dear to him so he knows what really makes me shed tears.
"Sssstt .. Never say those things again. I don't want you to reproach my perfect wife. Honey, don't ever think you're troubling me. How many times do I have to explain? I never felt bothered. Come on, get up." I let Rio pick up my body and sit me on the sofa.
"Don't cry. I know women are the most powerful creatures. You have to be strong, you're part of them, right? How will you lead your efforts later, if shame alone can make you weak like this? How can you love our children if you reproach yourself. God created man as a place of error, caliphate, and sin. But God did not create it that way. Man was created with error to remember God, to ask for forgiveness at all times."
The injection of motivation was so real I felt. He can ease my sadness.
"Oh my God, forgive me for reproaching myself. Forgive my sins" I realized that what I said was not true.
"Remove the tears, huh? Or do I want to help?" connect Rio.
"No. I can do it myself." I immediately wipe away the tears that run down the cheek.
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It's been two days, my clothing store has officially opened. On the first day I had a special guest. My best friend Lili came with other college friends.
Lili brought an army of her college friends to buy clothes in my shop. And all that was also not separated from Rio's help. As it turned out, my husband secretly spread my shop promotion brochure to my campus as well.
"Today, you're ready someone will attack your store again" he said in the middle of breakfast.
"Who's coming?" manya curious.
"Just wait. And prepare your strength to wrap the clothes." The grin appeared again at the corner of his lips. As a sign he was mocking his wife.
"Indeed, you haven't been looking for a clerk to help you out at the store, Ndy?" ask my father-in-law.
"No, Sir. Indy Kira, at the beginning of the store opening was not too crowded visitors. But unexpectedly, on the first day the store opened, visitors did not even stop coming" I reported to my father-in-law.
"Alhamdulillah, I am glad to hear it. Then, you should find an employee to help you there. You need it anyway, right?" My father-in-law gave me advice.
"Yes, Sir. Indy will definitely be looking for someone to help in the store."
"I want to register as your officer, can't I?" rio timpal.
"Come," I replied briefly.
"How many salaries?" he again confronted me with his question.
My father-in-law just shook his head to watch the behavior of his son and daughter-in-law who is like a Kindergarten child.
"I didn't expect my wife to be this smart to answer her husband's question." Rio chuckling.
From 9 am I haven't had time to sit this ass in the chair. This esophagus starts to dry, ask for fresh water. Is this what Rio meant at breakfast?
Shopgoers are coming incessantly. I was even overwhelmed answering their questions, looking for stocks and sizes that fit their bodies. Not to mention counting the total groceries and wrapping it up.
Just finished serving buyers, I still have to check the clothes that have been sold and return to take stock for display.
After that I cleaned the dusty back floor. While sweeping the floor, I was finally able to take the time to suck the avocado juice that I brought as supplies from home.
"Alhamdulillah," I said after feeling this throat back wet.
Not perfect yet I rest this leg, Rio came with his army.
"Assalamualaikum," he said while opening a rolling door.
"Wa'alaikumsalam," answered me who did not sit down.
"Mi, Abi brought the students from the campus. They want to buy clothes at the Umi store," he said as soon as he approached me.
"Known, this is umi from my children later. His name is Arindy, I usually call him dear. Especially for you guys, because you guys are my friends, you can call him Indy aja," cerocos Rio introduced me in front of his friends.
"Cockfighting! Kirain can call dear too," protested one of Rio's friends named Rizki.
"Yes, Ki. I really want to call umi too," said another friend named Ahmad but likes to be twisted into Mamet.
"That's so nice of you, Met. Conscious of your face on, I am handsome eleven twelve Rio only can only dzikir in the heart," continued Iqbal, a guy whose height almost matches Rio.
"Hahaha, pray a lot in a third of the night. You think I can get one of the heavenly angels because of what?" lontar Rio to his friends.
"Gue knows, Ri. Because you're using pellets, right?" ceplos Mamet's.
"Hahaha, really Met, really," Rizki agreed.
Laughter was laughing in that room. I could only hold back the laughter behind the veil that covered part of my face.
"Welcome to our store, I hope you can shop comfortably here. Nice to meet you guys." Finally I opened my voice and welcomed their arrival after just now could only be a spectator laugh at them.
"Mi, abi between them choose clothes first, yes. Abi will come back later," Rio said to me.
"Good, Bi."
As a wife, I have to respect my husband. Our home is far from perfect. At least I should keep up with my husband. Helping him create perfection at least in the public eye.
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