Waiting for the Love of the Husband

THE MCSS 4

Intentions want to add to the burden of Aish, which looks precisely Aish enjoying the presence of Zia. This woman is like having friends. Done isya, and Aish's dinner accompanied Zia to watch.

They both laughed when there was a funny scene. "Pity she fell, Mother." Zia pointed at the television when it was clear Aish was also watching it.

"Pity yes, well if there is a friend Zia who fell must be in the to-?"

"Long," continued Zia.

"Pinter, don't be bullied?"

"Would."

"Duh pinternya," angered Aish hugged the child.

Asyraf who was sitting on a single sofa throbbed. "Zia sleeps, school tomorrow." As usual, Ashraf's face will look like a wall as he speaks.

"But dad. Not finished the cartoon."

"Tomorrow can be played again, can watch again right."

"Zia mother sleepy," said Aish while pretending to yawn, "want bobo same mother no?"

"Want? but not the same father, right?"

"Yes, we're boby's just two. Let bobo's own father." Aish stretched out her hand to let Zia into her sling.

The little girl said and stuck her tongue out at Ashraf. "Drug dad kasian bobo himself wle."

Aish wanted to laugh at the expression of her husband. But he did not want his actions to be exemplified by Zia. Could be getting angry with Asyraf.

Aish taught adab-civilization before going to bed, also guiding Zia to read short letters and prayers before going to bed.

When Zia fell asleep, Aish caught up with her.

Arsyan peeked at him from the door, but did not dare to enter.

As his son said, pity him for having a wife but keep sleeping by himself. Mistakes made by yourself.

***

Coming home from the mosque, Ashraf heard a very happy laugh. It turned out from the kitchen. His wife was busy making breakfast and was pestered by Zia.

The curious little boy always threw questions at Aish.

"What's this called?" point Zia at Aish's favorite jagged vegetables.

"That's pare." Aish still answered even though his hand was busy cutting vegetables and flipping through the fried meat.

"This?" Zia raised the purple eggplant.

"It's eggplant."

There are many more questions that Zia throws and Aish always answers. "Waaahhh mother pinter, father if asked the answer is always bilng do not know."

Zia imitated Ashraf's style while folding her hands across her chest. Aish is getting anxious.

Asyraf leaned back at the entrance staring at his daughter who happened to turn to him. The boy imitated the style of Ashraf. They stared at each other like enemies reminding each other of war flags.

Not hearing Zia's words anymore, Aish looked curious. He smiled at the behavior of the father and son.

Asyraf cleared his throat, he entered the kitchen to get a drink. Deliberately he dropped the glass making his son and wife tiptoe.

Aish looked at Asyraf's annoying face. Flat and cold. It was colder than the refrigerator in his house.

From the expression of her husband, Aish understood that the glass was not falling alone. Asyraf really wanted to test his patience.

Aish immediately cleaned the glass shards, "don't think yes, what if the glass shards were stepped on by his son. Revenge is revenge but don't make the others victims either." Aish grumbled and Ashraf heard it.

While dealing with Asyraf, Aish made an appearance of a cold expression. But it will be different when dealing with other people as well as their children.

The morning drama is back, when Zia does not want to go to school. "Start school! don't buy any more toys." Instead of according to being yelled at, the little boy was whining more and more.

Aish shook her head, not understanding her husband's attitude. Adab and science seemed to fade from her husband.

"I want to go for a walk with my mother and father too" Zia replied, looking down in fear. Dare not look at the father's face.

"This is your mother tell you. If the morning playground is still closed, how about we go for a walk later in the afternoon."

"So I have to go to school first?" zia's eyes blinked. Remnants of tears are still visible in the eye shrinkage.

"Yes later in the afternoon Mother take Zia for a walk"

Zia nodded happily, she obeyed Aish's words. Even the spirit of changing his clothes with a uniform. Young children are difficult to understand, but they will understand when we show that we understand their wishes.

"I educated Zia firmly, but you spoiled her" said Asyraf ketus.

Aish is not looking to serve her husband. He glanced outside and helped Zia eat breakfast.

Unlike yesterday, Aish no longer served Asyraf as she had when her in-laws came. He wanted to show that Ashraf had chosen him wrongly.

"Emmm eat good mother!" zia exclaimed, "do you think dad?"

"It's a habit."

If there wasn't Zia, Aish would have screamed. What's more when Ashraf adds more side dishes.

"Don't you know, ish your taste is very bad."

Aish did not respond, he was busy liking Zia as well as himself.

After breakfast, Aish takes Zia to school and is picked up by the driver from her in-laws' house.

Asyraf who still has a vacation ration is more silent at home. Sports, disrupting the home and making Aish grumble is his new hobby.

He took a snack and ate it while playing PS. Some leftovers fall making the carpet dirty.

He smiled giving Aish an annoyed expression.

Syfa

***

Well it's true Aish guess, the house must be a mess. Fortunately Aish had a patient stock that was mountainous. He kept cleaning the house.

In the afternoon Zia billed an appointment to Aish. Because the car Ashraf has been delivered there, and it is not possible to go just the two. Aish pits Zia to get Asyraf.

Judes' man glared at Aish, "teach the boy well."

"I also teach you how to save by utilizing existing tablets. It's a pity that the car's idle."

"Iih ayaaaah ko even angratin mother. I'm the one who asked to play."

"Dad don't get mad at mommy, Zia," Aish argued.

"But I'm talking to my mother."

"The roads are not?" ask Asyraf.

"So dong!" exciting Zia.

In the car Ashraf is considered like a statue by his son and wife. Not even spoken to tell a human.

Zia cheered happily as she arrived at the game area. I do not want Ashraf to follow.

"Aishim!" Either because it was crowded or someone was calling Aish. It was as if someone was calling him.

"Aishwa." Aish's name was clearly called. They stopped their steps and looked back.

A handsome-looking man and clean skin were smiling at Aish and approaching him.

"Sister?"

It was unexpected that he would meet his upperclassman while studying.

"Yes it's me Juan, you're getting more beautiful Aishwa. Still living in the pesantren, right? I'm planning to meet your brother this week, okay?