WEDDING THORN

FIRST DAY

Asna, meanwhile, woke up in the third night with a puffy face. The night of crying made his heart fragile and now fulfills his call to tranquility.

Two raccoons were paid, not forgetting to give hands to pray. Ask for firmness and extensive patience. There is nothing more powerful than the help of Allah.

Glancing at Imel who was still asleep, it felt inappropriate to continue to be sad. Asna must be strong for her daughter.

TOMORROW.

The sky was starting to light up and Asna had just finished her activities in the kitchen as a housewife. Although only living alone, but Asna still gives the best for Imel.

“Imel want breakfast now or later?” asked Asna while making a loud voice because of Imel's position in the living room.

“Now Mother,” said Imel enthusiastically.

He immediately approached and saw the fried rice menu, which was ready in front.

“You use the crackers not?” tawar Asna saw her daughter who had started to bribe her rice.

“No need, Mother. Mother does not eat?” Imel looked at his mother who was still standing and did not touch the same fried rice as him.

“You just go first. Mother is not hungry.” Asna smiled, then poured some water and gave it to her.

At that time Asna immediately turned to the front of the sink, cleaning the dirty dishware that was still piling up. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang out and Asna immediately wiped her wet hand as she had just finished her work.

“You just continue eating, Son, let Mother open the door.” Asna stopped Imel from opening the door.

Asna immediately walked over and opened the door that was still locked. His bowed face was seen four feet in front. Instantly his gaze rose slowly upwards and stopped when he saw two people who had visited so early.

“Mas Arkan, Dira,” quietly.

“Assalamualaikum Mba Asna, sorry we came early in the morning.” Dira greeted the woman in front who seemed surprised.

“Waalaikumusalam, that's okay, Ra. Come on please come in, Ra, Mas.” Asna opened the door wide and greeted them happily.

He did not know about his arrival that was still early in the morning here. Not forbidding, but it feels strange to see a newlywed who is neat when the new sun raises his face.

“Abi,” shouted Imel saw his ashes coming.

Imel looked happy until he ran and floated his body in a deck. In fact, just did not meet last night, but as if I miss Imel so much.

“Mba Asna.”

The master was stunned and almost got his hand, hit by hot water on his arm while making coffee and tea. He looked around and it turned out that Dira was following from behind.

“I'm sorry, Mba, if my arrival makes the atmosphere of the house becomes unfavourable.” Dira spoke as if she could read what Asna felt. Moreover, she came with her husband who was none other than Mba Asna's husband as well.

“What the hell you say, Ra, I'm not okay. Precisely I am happy with your arrival,” Asna said while stirring coffee and tea in a glass.

“You are already a part of my family.” Og Asna.

“But I know the true feelings of Mba Asna as well as Bang Arkan, Mba.” Dira interrogates the woman in front of him as is, it is clear if he is trying to be okay.

“Mba Asna not strong, ‘kan see this wedding?”

Asna sighed, then turned to face Dira. “If I wasn't strong from the beginning I didn't ask you to marry my husband, Ra. I don't think you need to shake my heart again to retreat to the back.”

The woman was very strict and clung to the stand though in fact would torture herself, but the decision taken never failed to be refuted.

“If Mba's heart does not want to be shaken, then what about me who turned out to be shaken to return in the past?” Dira's emotions peaked, but he still politely spoke to her.

Asna doesn't understand. “What do you mean, Ra?”

Imel soon arrives, with the figure of Arkan taking him to the living room. Asna looked at Arkan first with Imel, in further Dira who did not continue to talk.

Asna's heart, thinking of her mother and mother-in-law arguing at the time of the wedding, but Asna forgot because she thought she was fixed on someone else, let alone busy preparing for the Arkan mas contract.

'Jeng, does my son have a serious illness. Until your son, marries your son's past?'

'Haah, I. Jeng asked your daughter dong, about ..'

'Mom, Mah. Asna want pu- ..?' that memory, halted when Asna was about to leave, saw two middle-aged women arguing, as if stopping when Asna came. Although asked by Asna, but their look turned familiar full of smiles.

"Dira, must be emotional. It would be impossible if Dira and Mas Arkan were lovers. But I'm ...?" lirih Asna, who was then in the kitchen, trembling hands will bring coffee and tea.

TBC.