TREASON OF LOVE

Chapters 2. Go away

Azzura and Chiko were packing up the items they would bring to the new house. Much of what they put into the box includes a wide variety of photos, wall hangings, and a wide variety of other important items.

"Darling, this will not be brought?" tanya Azzura held up a flower fitting made of rattan woven material.

"It's not necessary, we can buy it a new one. The stuff you bring is just important stuff, baby. You also collect whatever items we will donate to people in need. Because in the new house there are many things, so we only bring important items. You also choose clothes you like and the rest we donate."

Azzura smiled happily at the idea from her husband. She feels lucky to have a husband who cares about her fellow human beings.

"You're so good, baby. I'm getting in love with you. May our homes remain until death do us part." Azzura hugged her husband and was very happy and lucky to have a dream husband.

"Aamiin, stay with me, yeah." Azzura nodded and looked up. Chiko gently kissed his wife's lips and they returned to prepare to clean up the items that will be transferred and that will be shared.

The time is getting late at night, both Azzura and Chiko work together to collect every item that will be brought and distributed. There have been many boxes neatly lined up to be transported tomorrow.

"Finally finished too. Tomorrow stay in the transport," Chiko said as she patted her palm. Azzura sat his butt in one of the chairs. He looked exhausted and his eyes closed as if he was feeling tired.

"We're resting, yuk? It's night. Sorry to make you tired." Chiko had pity on his wife and she carried Azzura to their room. Sure with pleasure the day Azzura wrapped her hands around Chiko's neck and slid her face into Chiko's neck niche.

*****

Azzam Residence.

No less than Azzura and his partner, Ghina is also preparing to make various snacks of cake that will be entrusted to the stalls. Although the results were not enough, Ghina tried to keep selling it. It was only from that sale that Ghina was able to pay off a little of every debt he had and was also able to help their economy even though it would not be enough.

"Ghina, haven't slept?" said Azzam approached his wife who was struggling in the kitchen making a layer cake. "It will be at one in the morning, Ghin," Azzam said, awakening from his sleep because he was not in Ghina beside him.

"My work is still a lot, Mom. Inevitably I have to do all this so that tomorrow morning does not sit and just leave it to every nearby stall," replied Ghina as her hands focused on wrapping various snacks cake.

"But you also have to keep your body from getting too tired. Rest first and then wake up again. Do not forget also to pray at night so that you are given peace and what we do becomes a blessing." Azzam tried to advise his wife, he did not want the wife to be sick because of too often staying up late.

Ghina stopped her activities and she turned to dislike the lectures given by her husband. "You can be quiet, can't you? Not that it helps me even lecture me. Want me to pray at night or not it's up to me, dong. Anyway, if I don't stay up who's gonna make these cookies? Ye? Of course you're not good at making it. Let alone making, help find money just can't." Sindir Ghina unknowingly hurt her husband in speech.

"That's not what I mean. I just don't want you to forget your god and ..."

"Here, come on, Mom! Don't be a husband! Mending now help me get everything done quickly. If you want to talk in the mosque, not here, okay?" sergeant Ghina grew annoyed with the ramblings of her husband.

Azzam breathed heavily, not expecting the economy to change his wife's attitude. Ghina, who used to be soft-spoken, polite, never opposed, and never scolded herself, suddenly turned into the opposite. However, out of love and affection and because of his son, Azzam understood that and he would try to guide his wife again. Azzam believes that later Ghina will return to his original attitude. And that attitude made Azzam choose Ghina as his wife even though he had to fight the blessing of his parents.

Azzam did not stay still, he helped Ghina arrange the cakes into a plastic box where the cake. He also occasionally tried to remind his wife to pray at night.

"Yes, yeah. Bawel is a husband, "sold Ghina grumbled.

So long in the kitchen, Azzam and Ghina could finish their work and go back to sleep while waiting for the morning prayer.

Next day.

At Chiko's residence, they were ordering a porters to transport their belongings.

"Sir, the one on the left can be retrieved and can be donated to those in need. As for the one on the right, please transport it and bring it to ...." Azzura explained first what they had to do.

There are two pickup cars to transport their goods. One followed Chiko, and the other went to the place Azzura ordered.

They also arrived at their new home. Azzura got out of the car and he stared at the minimalist two-story house that looked more luxurious than yesterday's house.

"Dear, this?" Azzura did not think that his house was that good.

"This is our new home, the money I've put in my hard work to buy into this house." Chiko embraced Azzura's shoulder and smiled as she looked at her new home.

*****

"Excuse me, Mum. I'll drop the cake." Ghina put one box of cookies in the stall.

"Son, if you can't drop a lot, yeah! Because they rarely buy and the food will be redundant. 'I love you if you don't do mah." The shop owner's mother gave Ghina advice. Not unwilling, but because people have rarely bought the cakes that Ghina entrusted.

"Oh yes, Mom. Yeah, it's okay. Next time I'll just keep some of the usual." Although disappointed, but Ghina could not do anything.

He walked back with another box of cookies. Her son was entrusted to her husband for heavy and troublesome reasons. On arrival near the second stall, Ghina saw a new neighbor coming down some goods.

"Mom, that's a new move, huh?" ghina asked the shop owner's mother.

"Yes, he just filled the house today."

"Oh." Ghina watched the movements of the people and she also noticed a couple who looked happy.

"Had I been in that woman's position, my life would not have had to sell this cake."