Woman Behind the Veil

Chapter 48

3 Months after the incident Wulan went from my household life back gradually good, but there is one trait of Wulan that I do not like is a little slovenly, a little slovenly, every time he ate a snack of waste must be scattered on the bed, sometimes stacking under the bed.

I deliberately let it because I am sure he will clean the rest of the trash used snacks, but up to three days he will not clean the room even cuek and let the garbage litter scattered where, where, because of the patience I rebuked him gently.

"Honey" said I while sitting next to him.

"Hmm.." said without seeing me.

"Udahan used to play hpnya, yuk we clean the room".

"Later ah Bi, again fun to watch a movie" a little bit clear.

"It's been 3 days, you don't care what?".

"In a moment, just play it again the thrill".

I let out a long sigh while shaking my head at Wulan's slightly lazy hygiene, then I got out of bed and walked towards the living room.

I leaned my body on the sofa while checking my sales on instagram but there were no orders that I received, even I put it on the table while rubbing my face I muttered "why the attitude of Wulan late this a little lazy?, first he came to this house if there is the slightest garbage certainly deftly throw it in the garbage bin, but now the more reckless even the dust on the floor was penetrating no initiative to clean it".

Not intended to demean women but the woman's work and responsibilities at home is very big such as serving the husband, making the house comfortable, taking care of the child, 24 hours of his life there is no rest, more difficult work than the work of men who only leave early in the morning.

But it is different in reverse with Wulan who seems a little relaxed and busy with his gadget, even at home until a day of sleeping in bed while looking at the gadget until sometimes Annisa cry but not even he was angry until I myself who intervened to work cleaning the house to calm Annisa when fussy.

After finishing the maghrib prayer at the mosque near the complex I walked together with Mr. Father whose house is adjacent to my house, was walking leisurely Zubair chatted casually with people beside him, he said, what I hear their chatter is like proud of their wives like a cook, a good at cleaning houses and not a single dust stuck at home unless it will be cleaned.

I who listen to their chat there is a little envy, do not cook or clean house, my wife is always busy with her cellphone.

I let out a long sigh as I continued walking listening to the person beside me continue to chat.

"Be, is antum good?" Sapa Zubair's.

"Well" tried to smile

"But did not see from earlier Antum diem aja, and like his face Antum also a little tired so".

"ah no kok Akhi, Ana is good, maybe a little tired" replied Ku.

"Thoyyib, if so Ana first entered the house well, oh yes if tired of asking for a massage with his wife" while grinning.

I smiled at him a little and continued walking towards the house not far from Zubair's house, when opening the entrance of the house I sat myself on the sofa while looking at the room in my house turned out that the trash can near the kitchen was full so that it could no longer accommodate until it fell on the floor.

I also walked to the room where Wulan was still sleeping on his bed, while sitting next to him my hand rubbed his sweet potato while saying.

"Yank, have you prayed?".

"Already" answered.

"Help me clean house?".

"Later Bi, abis isya deh I cleanin".

"Why wait isya?".

"The movie's not over yet".

"Rather than you watch a movie why not read the Quran so that the time is not redundant and dapet merah".

Without me to answer the argument I went from him walking towards the kitchen then took a large crackle and spilled a garbage can containing a lot of garbage piled up and then took it out in the house, if waiting for himself to rise could be the old forest home.

After the Isya Ku prayer hastened to walk to the house hoping that Wulan is clean and I can help her but that hope was lost when she saw him fall asleep on the bed with snack packs still scattered

around his body, with a long sigh I also approached him while picking up the garbage around him while muttering "you can sleep among the pile of junk snacks".

After finishing cleaning the house I sat down while unwinding but not for a long time heard Annisa's cry, I immediately approached her, it turned out that Annisa was BAB, and Annisa was, deftly I changed the diaper and then made milk in the pacifier so that Annisa fell silent.

Then I made milk for Annisa, my eyes fell towards the room where Wulan still remains in her sleeping position, even though Annisa's crying is very deafening ears but Wulan never woke up.

After calming Annisa down, I leaned back on Annisa's small bed as my hands stroked her head "patient well, son, your stepmother may not have heard your call, and pray well that your mother will quickly be aware of her nature"

The next day I landed Wulan in the living room, I did not want to sin to let my Wife neglect her duties as a Mother and Wife.

"Lan" scolded.

"Dad" he answered while looking at Hp.

"can you put it for a second? I'm gonna talk".

"Bi by the way". Still busy with his phone.

"The wife of Sholeha if called Husband sami'na wa atho'na although busy whatever".

"Yes, why the hell Bi"

put the phone on the table.

"Alhamdulillah is that if you call a husband mbok noleh, not see Hpnya, your husband is hp or human?".

"Well, man, there's no more strange question than that?" Wulan sebal.

"Sure at the end of this you are busy with HP, your husband cuekin, the house is not taken care of, nangis you even sleep?".

"Keep me how the hell is Bi?".

With a smile I caressed her cheeks "be a good Mother and Wife dear".

"Well, if I'm not the best for you and your son look for another one" while taking his phone.

I took a deep breath and said "that's not the way to solve the problem, baby, if you're tired of it I can help ease the affairs of the house, we can do the task anyway".

"Udah ah I'm tired of going to the room" he said without caring about me.

I stroked my chest and said "forgive me my sins, O Lord, for my inability to educate my wife" I muttered in my heart.

Because I was tired at home I also brought Annisa did not forget to bring her luggage and go driving to a place that her mother liked first, the flower garden in the city square, the city square, after until I was sitting in the chair where this chair used to be where I and Aisyah sat together.

The atmosphere in the place was crowded with visitors who were sitting with their families chatting together, some were sitting together enjoying the flowers that were blooming in the garden but not with me who was alone with Annisa, who was sitting together, although crowded with human traffic still I feel this park is so quiet without Aisyah, this park is silent without the joking of her jokes, and feels arid without her smile that is always attached to memory.

"If your mother still has a child, you may see this garden so beautiful because of the smile of your mother who adorns the flowers that are blooming".

I also moved closer to the flowers that bloomed with Annisa who was still in my arms, arriving at Annisa's index finger pointed to a red flower, a flower that Aisyah had once held.

I also plucked it and then brought it closer to Annisa's face, it turns out Annisa was excited as her hand touched the flower and tried to kiss it, I then muttered "look at our little angel Shah she knows the flowers that her mother likes, she said, if only you were near us now, maybe happiness would be more perfect".