WHEN THE HEART MUST SHARE

chapter 83

That day Aby brought her small family to a new home, although not as luxurious and as big as her old home, but she was grateful to be able to provide a more comfortable shelter than where Anisa had previously lived.

They are truly a happy little family, many of whom are envious of their harmony.

Anisa did not stop being grateful for the situation.

Aby's efforts are slowly advancing. That doesn't make him jumawa. He recruited many employees from people who could not afford in the neighborhood where he lived.

Slowly but surely, he was able to give his family a decent living.

Yahya also sometimes went to Aby's house. Their relationship is getting better.

Although sometimes jealousy and envy still seeped in Yahya's heart, but he tried to brush it off. He was quite grateful that Aby did not discriminate between Khaliza and Al.

Five months after the reunion they returned,

"Mas, you'll have Brother Al sleeping, yes!" anisa said after they finished dinner.

"Lho, why? Sick brother?" Aby was astonished.

Al shook his head hard.

"No, I just want to sleep alone first" Anisa replied confused by her wishes.

"Squeaky..!"

The night was nine o'clock. After checking his warehouse bookkeeping. Feeling sleepy, Aby stepped into her room.

"Mas, I told you, Mas Aby don't sleep here first.."

Aby was astonished. He thought Anisa was joking with her request earlier.

"You're tired of seeing my face, aren't you?" tanyanya.

Anisa shook her head hard.

"No! Don't get me wrong, I just don't want Mas Aby to be whittling away." she said pleading.

"Yes, but what's the reason?"

"There's no reason, Mom. Sometimes things don't need a reason" Anisa said.

"It's hard to talk to Aby. Let me sleep in Khaliza's room." he said, leaving.

Aby held his forehead a sign of not understanding his wife's strange behavior.

"Why him? did I do anything wrong?"

Aby lets Anisa sleep in her daughter's room. Because she is sleepy, she decides tomorrow to ask Anisa.

Until he woke up at four in the morning, Aby was surprised because Anisa was still in Khaliza's room.

Slowly Aby got up and headed for Liza's room. After a little, he could see Anisa sleeping soundly by hugging his daughter.

 Aby took a shower and went to the mosque in their compound.

Upon returning home from the mosque, he finds Anisa already busy in the kitchen.

As he used to do, he quietly hugged his wife's waist from behind.

Not a sweet smile as he expected, but the sour face of his wife.

"Mas, what the hell is this? "

Aby looked at him confusedly.

"What's the matter, Nis? Did I make a mistake? The feeling from yesterday your attitude changed." Aby said slowly.

"Nothing has changed, it's just your feelings. You better wait in the dining room. Breakfast is soon ready..!" she said without looking at her husband.

Aby stepped into the dining room with all sorts of questions in her mind.

"What's wrong with Anisa? Why is he acting so strange?"

Until Aby leaves for her barn, Anisa still hasn't changed. It was like he didn't feel guilty at all.

"I'm leaving, Nis." he said as usual. Anisa came to his regret and kissed his hand.

"Be careful, I've prepared lunch in the seat.don't forget to eat.."

Aby nodded and smiled. He kissed his wife as usual. But Anisa's avoiding.

"As soon as he leaves, it's noon." he distracts Aby.

After kissing Khaliza, Aby leaves as usual.

Because of the busyness in the warehouse. Aby forgot for a moment Anisa's strangeness.

***

Meanwhile, Yahya was receiving a call from Ms. Fatma's caretaker.

"Sorry, Mr. Yahya, we can't tolerate Ms. Rosmah's behavior. Every day there are his actions that harm this home. If you can, I'll just pick up Miss Rosmah."

Yahya did not finish thinking, why did his aunt like to make a scene. Not at home or in a home.

With a heavy heart he picked Rosmah up to the parlor.

"Yeah... !" Rosmah immediately embraced it tightly.

"How long ago did it come. Auntie's tired of waiting for you. How are you doing? " he examined Yahya from head to toe.

"Bi, I'm good.. How's aunt?"

"Five months in the parlor turned out to not be able to change Aunt's attitude." muttered Yahya disappointed.

Rosmah was silent.

"Sorry, Auntie is too happy you came."

Yahya went to the caretaker.

After speaking at length. Yahya took Rosmah home to her boarding house.

"This is my place, Bi.."

Rosmah looked around, very arid and seedy.

"So, you're still costing? Aunty thought she had her own house." she sighed disappointedly.

"Where did I get the money ? I'm just a cell phone accessories seller. Sorry, if Auntie's disappointed."

Yahya.

"That's it, it's okay. The important thing is that we try hard." comfort Rosmah.

From that day on, Rosmah stayed at Yahya's small boarding house. He felt sultry, yet there was no other choice.

"Sorry, Bi. I couldn't give Aunt a life like Auntie's imagined." Yahya said heartily that night.

He saw his aunt always complaining about the limitations they experienced.

"Aunti also apologized, probably because she had never felt difficult before, so Bibi was overreacting. Or what if Bibi's selling fried food next to your stall"

Yahya was happy to hear Rosmah excited.

"I agree, Bi." Yahya eagerly helped prepare Rosmah.

Rosmah has started trading some types of fried foods. Patiently he waited for his merchandise in greeting people who passed by.

Do not bid or ask, see not.

Until his feet feel sore, none has done.

Rosmah saw the fry seller next to her very crowded, not just a few hours was up.

"What's wrong with my trade?" said confused.

Yahya who saw the disappointment on his aunt's face tried to comfort.

"Patience, selling is like this. sometimes sales sometimes also do not. What matters is that we've tried."

Rosmah responded with a wry smile. Until the afternoon only a few of his merchandise sold.

Rosmah had to repackage her unsold fried foods.

He was about to throw it in the trash when Yahya reprimanded him.

"Bi, why was he dumped? Let me bring it"

"But this is too much, if you want, home is still there" he said disappointed.

"Not for me, but for them.." Yahya pointed at a few of his fellow field guards like himself.

"Don't.., you want to give it to them? Just yummy. They did not look at my merchandise, now want a free one, can't!" said Rosmah while throwing her food into the trash.

Yahya was stunned for a moment.

Rosmah doesn't care. He kept walking home with a tired face.

"Bi Rosmah would rather see her food wasted than given to someone else..." Yahya.

Throughout the night Rosmah thought about how to get her trade to sell like the seller next to her.

Tired of thinking, he fell asleep.

Early in the morning, she woke up and dabbled in the kitchen.

Yahya to his astonishment.

But he was grateful that Rosmah was excited.

Yahya was astonished because his aunt's trade was crowded, unlike yesterday.

"Yes, briefly.. Yes..?" he said while serving buyers who are the majority of mothers.

"Look, dong moms, buy it in me.. In addition to taste better, the important thing is halal. It's not rich on that side, is it..?

But don't tell anyone that fried stuff, fried it with pork oil."

"Times, anyway Mom? Do you know where it's from? I don't think it's possible. Just look at the seller in the hijab. Miss Rosmah don't slander."

Said one of the customers.

"Well, look at the hijab, it's just a cover, don't be fooled." Rosmah's getting too outrageous.

The mothers shuddered.

"Amit-amit deh, then from now on I will buy it at Miss Rosmah only."

"That's very true Mom... If buying in me, guaranteed one hundred percent halal. I understand religion. So understand, that's not allowed."

The other seller was uneasy because the customers all ran to Rosmah.

"Rasain lu..! " said Rosmah sneering.