
Until the night, Mira still locked herself in the room. No matter your sister and husband. Even all day he ignored the order of his online store that boomed. He left it to his five employees. The shop is next to his house. Rahman purposely built separate from their residence so that his employees have privacy as well.
Mira didn't even cook today. Making Rahman order go food a lot and invite his wife and sister to eat together.
"Eat first, you will get sick! Comeon!"
"Bodo very! I'm sick you don't care either!"
"You are my wife! Where I might not care. Want a bribe brother?"
"Suapin' there, Ella! She's pregnant with twins! Don't you also put the shares there!"
Brakes. The sound of the table being kicked.
Rahman's patience with his wife. So hurtful. And he increasingly does not want to hear the increasingly nervous Mira speech.
"I'll go first! I don't want this fight of ours to continue!"
Rahman said goodbye after taking the keys to the bike and his leather jacket. Makes Mira more riled up and cry incoherently.
There was regret in his heart, for it went too far. This was honestly due to his jealousy towards Ella. To a woman of such great charm in the eyes of her husband. Even to be able to get the company from the person who is now her husband's status. Makes Mira flutter.
Moreover, Rahman refused to tell him details about his past, with the reason not ready. Not ready for what? Until his mind went glass everywhere. Make him express his heart's annoyance with hurtful words.
"So why the hell? Kasian Rahman! Cape came home from work instead of being taken care of eating it, even his sister got angry like that? Khan can be chatted down if there's a problem? That girl is lazy ! Rasain khan, finally left! What if Rahman ran away from home! Don't mrs!"
His sister's words made Mira open her heart's eyes.
He jumped out of bed. Running out to chase after her husband. But unfortunately, Rahman has been gone since ten minutes ago with his vespanya bike.
Only Mira is now covered in tears. Staring at the streets in front of his lonely house without Rahman.
Mira is also afraid that Rahman actually left her. And where Rahman is now, the more messed up Mira's mind.
"Niesel khan? Nyesel ga, nyesel ga,.. nyesel laah masa' engga'?!?" goda Ahmad made Mira hit his sister's back.
"Basar grandma drop by! Angry at his job! Left by her new husband tau khan!?"
"Silence you snot boy!" snapped Mira pissed.
Mira took her phone. Call Rahman immediately. But only the sound of 'tut tut tut' only. Because Rahman didn't take his call. Probably because it's still on the road. Makes Mira more riled up.
"Thank you kaaak, lift up dong!"
While Rahman goes to Ella's parents' house. There he can relax for a moment. Play chess with papa and eat mama's cooking.
He felt like a starving little boy after coming home to play with friends. Eating at Ella's parents' house.
"Happy, you still love mama's cooking!"
"Feel mama the best!" praise honest.
"Yes pa! Thankfully, my wife is very good at cooking. I'm used to cooking from a small age. Khan mama used to open a rice shop pa!"
"Oh, quick! Despite her young age, she can be a good wife!" mama chimed.
"It's just ma, sometimes still childish!"
"Look, Mira is young! Want spoiled! If you look at Mira, mama's kangen Adel ya pa!"
"kalo kangen Adel, see Mira aja ma!" said papa while smilingly looking at his wife. Rahman observed the two couples who were no longer young.
So happy they are. The house looks always harmonious and adem ayem only. Like there was never a problem.
"What age does your mom have?" asked Rahman suddenly.
The two look at each other. Then laugh together.
"Five years!" mama answered while papa raised five fingers.
"How many years have you been married?"
"Hmmm... 32 years old ma?"
"Yes wants to be 32 years old, Ella is 31 years old... Mama's only empty 3 months, after getting married directly pregnant Ella!"
"Hhhmmm.. You two are a great couple, ma! Solid and support each other!"
"Haha... Thank God my wife is the perfect woman for me! Not much demand from young first!" praise me about mom. The one praised blushed with a blushing face.
"But we also passed many tests and problems, son! Every household there must be a storm and a quarrel. That's household spice!" said mama. As if understanding that Rahman was upset in his household.
"Yes yes ma! Mama also often pouted papa first! Angry is not clear, chattering here and there add to the hot atmosphere!"
"Khan is basically all women are equal, want to be noticed, loved spoiled! Sometimes husbands forget, even though marriage is already married, it is his right.and then forget to say dear, say love! Ish nyebelin khan!"
Rahman chuckled at the sight of papa and mama debating each other reminiscing about their commotion.
"Yes, but the wives should know, whose husbands work the bones for, for their wives and children! Boro-boro thinks of love! I'm tired of the reality of working hard like a horse!"
"Did!!! Let it be so must be maintained the words of love and affection! Let the wife do not misunderstand the thought of being married just to be a housewife!"
"Oalaaaa.. mbok ya aware also the wives, indeed we are still ABG dear boyfriends!"
"La is the ABG who should be affectionate? Precisely the more affection should be after marriage, instead of being indifferent and so bland!"
"Hahaha! Rahman is afraid of you being this real storm! Could be Ella with Ramzy Gebukin Rahman again if you know you guys are fighting between me! Haha...."
The three laughed out loud. Reminiscing how complicated and strange the housewife's biduk is. It is not easy to get LOVE. But it's harder to keep LOVE.
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