Trying To Be Faithful

Fall in love

"Tia, please take the cake to the mama bia cake shop. Mother had ordered, but she said she could not be delivered, the car she kepake all."

"Yes, Bun."

Akhtia invites the gods to take orders for cakes that will be used on the 2nd day later in the afternoon ba'da ashar.

"What the hell is this stuck in?" ask Akhtia who is impatient because it has been stuck in traffic for a long time. The sound of horns was heard everywhere. Including the car next to Akhtia.

The car driver was constantly pressing the horn, opening the glass while swearing. Achtia was troubled by the person's attitude, not just Akhtia because the others were uncomfortable.

The motorcyclist in front of him also closed his ears because he was holding the noise. Not to mention the baby who continues to cry because of disturbed sleep.

"Sir, can't that be the horn in ademin first? The other kasian is a nuisance."

"What Lo? Whether I want to be signed or not, what's the business?"

"Father wants to push until it's a broken horn too .. stuck still stuck. There are even fathers who are complicated to know. Don't see that little boy so wake up because of the father. Not only are you tired of waiting for this jam to unravel, we are also."

"Eh, this is my car. I want something of my business too. It's none of Lo's business. So many bacots you're a girl."

"Just got a car that's so arrogant!"

Not accepting Akhtia's words, the man went down. He pulled the Akhtia shirt because Achtia had closed the glass too late.

"Aduuuuh, sick! Not release!"

"Eh, you're doing woiiii!"

The gods did not accept seeing Akhtia being treated harshly like that. He wanted to get out but was blocked by a motorbike that stuck with his car. Dew immediately moved to the back seat to get out of the door on the left side.

Bugh!

The gods hit the man. Not accept being hit, the guy retaliates. Finally, the fight was inevitable.

The other riders came down to break up the fight.

"Review Lo yes! I'm after Lo anj**ng to the rat hole too. Don't know who I am, huh!" Gods were still in revolt when held by some people. Even with the man who was equally rebellious to beat up the God.

"Mas .. mas patience."

"Where do I want to be patient, he's rude to my wife! Move, take me off! Beware Lo yes Bangs*t. I'll find you later!"

"Sister, already. Let's go, I'm scared." Achtia whined while crying. He ventured out of the car after making sure the man stayed away and watched people.

"Let's go ...."

"You're okay, right? Where does it hurt? Is there any wound? Is this sick? This hurts, doesn't it?"

Akhtia shook his head.

The god pulled the head of Achtia, bringing it into the deck.

"thank God you're okay."

Achtia raised her face as she was in the arms of the god. Their faces were close together, very close especially as the Gods stared down at Achtia. For a moment they stared at each other.

The scuffed face of the God at the temple, as well as the bloody tip of his lips looked so beautiful and cool when exposed to the sunlight from the back of his head. Akhtia, who was under the face of God, felt powerless to see this.

"Mas, go ahead." Someone reminded.

The god and Achtia who were carried away, immediately released their embrace and immediately got into the car because the road was no longer jammed.

"Astaghfirullah, what are you, God?" asked Hasna who was surprised to see the state of her daughter-in-law.

Akhtia brought the Gods sitting at the dining table, taking drinking water for the Gods.

"Mother asks you to take a cake, why even battered rich gini anyway?" hasna asked worriedly as she spilled the revanol on the cotton.

"I am, Mother." Achtia immediately snatched the cotton from Hasna's hands. "Mother take care of the cake, I take care of the wounds of the Lord."

"Ah, yes. Bener too. Mommy wants to make cakes and everything else" said Hasna. The woman turned around with a smile. He saw there was jealousy on the child's face.

Gods nodded.

With great care, Achtia placed the cotton on the end of the lips of God. Not wanting to hurt God's wounds, Akhtia brought her face closer together in order to clearly see the God's wounds.

It made the God surprised, so he held his breath for a moment because he did not want to breathe out of the face of Achtia.

The god stared at the face of Achtia that was intermittently changing. Sometimes he frowned because he was focused and serious, sometimes Akhtia sumringah because he saw the wound of God was partially clean.

Unwittingly, the God smiled sweetly at the beauty of Achtia.

"Udah all, Brother."

"Hmm?"

"All clean, I give you medicine too. At least two days healed. Only later must be the face of the brother there is blue-blue that is."

"Oh, okay."

"Let's go to the room, brother."

"Where? The ka-room? What's to do?" asked the nervous God. Akhtia was astonished to see the deity's attitude. He scrunched his two eyebrows.

"Look at Kaka's clothes. It fell into the asphalt. Koto's clothes, change clothes first or take a shower."

"Oh, kirain."

"Cirain? Kirain what is it?"

The god shook his head quickly. To divert the topic, the God chose to go to his room and leave the still astonished Achtians.

"What does he really think?" akhtia gumam.

Azan ashar. All food, snacks, rice boxes, and envelopes are ready in the container and its place respectively.

Airlangga came down with a sad face. His eyes looked puffy, because what else if not for crying alone in his room.

After losing his wife and child, Airlangga looks changed. He who does not love Angela but is devastated when left for her. Even eating is not tasteful.

"Bang, eat first. Mommy saw Abang eat only once for two days."

"Sorry, Mother. My brother is not a lager. Brother go upstairs first, yeah."

Hansa could only waste a heavy breath looking at her son's state.

"Badahat Abang is not in love with Angela's sister, but it's like someone is dying already," murmured Akhtia.

"It seems that God is not sad because of the loss of a lover, he is sad because of regret. Maybe he's wondering how bad he's behaving to his wife."

"Sister, uh!" Achtia stepped on the feet of the God.

"Awwww, sick tau bocil."

"Bodo, weeeee!" Achtia ran to Puput who was eating fruit.

"Mad."

"Hmmm. What, Brother? Wanna?" tanyanya while thrusting a cut watermelon.

Akhtia shook his head, "You're the dearest and most liked brother in this house, try anterin Abang food to his room."

"I was told to go down again."

"Try me first. Do you want your brother to get sick, Put?"

"Yes not."

"Yes ayooo, don't eat mulu ah!"

Akhtia took Puput to the kitchen to prepare food.