Your loyalty

Should I be disappointed for now?

Many words are broken

Many hearts are trying to knock

Just one word I always wait for

Hope not ‘kan hurt the heart

The word love spoken

Just wish you happiness

Not to hurt each other

Or to give a wound to the heart

Don't ever leave me

Even though I have a wound in my heart

Because it's not a wound from you

Which traumatized me through the day.

A piece of poetry located on the nightstand under Satya's cell phone. Bian's handwritten poem for his beloved husband. Shame and disappointment that Bian felt encouraged her to leave the hotel room ordered by her husband.

Bian's emotions apparently peaked again when he saw the vidio on his husband's phone. Satya who saw the paper immediately read it. After reading Satya immediately rushed away leaving the hotel room.

Satya spent nearly three hours walking down the street looking for Bian, his wife. Satya came home limp and swollen eyes from crying. The man who lost his wife did not forget to call his friend for help.

Just entering the house, Satya has been greeted with a very delicious aroma of cuisine. Satya walks into the house half-running looking for the source of the delicious aroma to come from.

See bar women who wear sleeveless oblong clothes big size in combination with hot pant made of denim middle preparing dishes at the dining table. Satya immediately hugged him.

“How long did you get home?” Bian asked who had been waiting for her husband at their house.

“Where are you, baby?” Satya asked who was tightening her embrace.

“Where to go, I from the hotel just stopped by the supermarket keep shopping. After that cook all this,” Replied Bian casually who actually hid his cries.

“Abang afraid you go again, just once brother let go you.” Satya could not stand her tears anymore.

Bian took off Satya's embrace and invited her to sit at the dinner table. Bian served her husband, from taking rice to side dishes. Bian did not forget to take the white iar to the daur which was a little distance away from the dining table.

Dinner Bian and Satya seem a little awkward but everything is fine. Bian felt guilty and ashamed of what had happened to him.

Before returning home, Bian thought about leaving Satya. But he also thought again, where would he go. Go home to his master's people? The last time he left the house, he promised never to come back. And he also challenged the war on the second brother.

Bian decided to go to the house of in-laws and tell his mother-in-law everything. When the new Bian arrived, coinciding with the arrival of the father-in-law. After telling her the problem, Vindya suggested to return home.

His master was sure, Satya would not think about it. And his daughter was not one to turn a blind eye to people's faults. Especially mistakes that are not done on the element of deliberate as the case.

What his in-laws thought was true. Satya even cried when she did not find herself beside her. It would be foolish to have the thought of leaving her husband.

A husband like Satya is hard to find. Maybe if another man would not take his wife back. Bian hid the big news in his life.

I don't want to put any more burden on my husband. Bian did not say what the decision of D. O. was handed down by the campus to him.

Bian realized that his case had indeed dropped the good name of unity in the eyes of the community. Especially those who have seen the video tentabf himself.

The night changed by morning. Reasonably embarrassed to go to campus, Bian asked permission to stay home. Satya was not blind to the situation, so he allowed his wife to rest at home.

Nurul comes with food to Satya's house. After hearing the news that Bian has met also makes Nurul happy.

“Biiiii, let me cook dong. Your brother said no longer menggampus, and I also happen to have no class.” Nurul after Satya's departure.

“Is this onion child. Yes already ayok,” said Bia who invited Nurul into her house.

Inside Nurul's house was silent like never before. Bian asked what was bothering the spoiled girl who suddenly became a quiet girl.

“Why you? Tumben not rattled?” Bian asked who saw the face of her husband's best friend.

“Gue know who spread vidio you Bi, I'm wrong I'm sorry.” Nurul was crying because she felt guilty.

“Not you wrong, already. Rul, you're my most spoiled bitch. I will not blame you just for this small problem, even you do not know this before.” Bian calms a girl who is his age, yet looks like a child.

“But you still want the same me right?” Nurul's plain question made Bian even more anxious to her.

“What the hell did Arkan see from you? Can usually do that ngajak you eloped,” ledek Bian

“Don't know also Bi, right home it he said street doang. Eh no knowledge even nyampek Semarang. In the morning I have slept beside him, uuuhhhh really at that time I want to scream kasi know the world if I was it again. But I'm ashamed of Bi, I think it's in her apartment. Don't know it at his grandmother's house.”

“So I take a shower, after the shower I ask the Arkan again. What do you want me to go to his grandmother's house, uh he's back. You want to not if tomorrow morning married me... ‘kaaaann Biii I demen, I just answer yes. Bodo very I in say cheap too, who is it who rejects a handsome husband-to-be rich he. Uuuuhhhhhhh vows, after marriage she was very considerate. The same difference that usually Biii,” Nurul's story with the spirit of 45 about the recklessness of her husband.

“Keep your first night how?” Taya Bian was curious.

“Dong hehehe,” said Nurul with facial expression that has been flushed.

“That's why you're ashamed. We are the same already there is a husband, so usually a story like that,” Bian fishing rod on Nurul which is innocent kebangetan.

“Ya said Arkan can not say if the problem he likes to kiss me,” answered Nurul plain.

Bian who prepared the condiment just laughed. Emang yes, plain as stupid is the difference is very thin. So thin until can not be differentin me where be*gok where plain. Inner Bian while laughing.

The cooking show was finished, Bian and Nurul intended to go to the Arkan cafe to deliver lunch. Satya and Arkan did spend more time in the cafe owned by the newlyweds.

While Bian wearing torn jeans torn with a kegedean red shirt. Combined with red vans shoes in line with the shirt.

By driving the Black, Bian and Nurul break the road to a cafe located not far from their campus.

Arriving at the cafe, Bian and Nurul were greeted by friends. Sasa is also having lunch with Michael at Nurul's husband's cafe.

“You guys, why come here bring abstinence anyway?” Ask Sasa who was surprised by what he did.

“This is the result of Nurul's cooking, he wants to go to Arkan,” said Bian who did not know if Nurul hid his marriage from Michael and Sasa.

“Arkan? You guys got a relationship?” Sasa's question looked shocked.

“Hehehe" Just a smile that was thrown by Nurul before leaving Bian with his two friends.

Inside the workspace Arkan was seriously discussing about the revamp of the concept of the cafe they both. Before entering the room, Nurul did not forget to knock on the door first.

The door opened and revealed the serious face of his man and also a friend who had been considered as his brother. At first glance, Arkan's smile expands which sees the arrival of his long-term wife.

But different from Satya who seemed to understand the situation. This tall man chose to leave the room after asking for the whereabouts of his wife.

Satya approached his wife and two friends who were having a warm conversation. Satya accidentally saw a couple who continued to pay attention to his wife.

There was no doubt Satya immediately approached the two people sitting in the corner of the room. Bian saw the anger on his Siamese face immediately approached him.

“Please don't make trouble, just you trust me.”Bian's whisper stopped Satya's steps.

Satya's emotions don't just subside, but Bian knows how to defuse her husband's anger.

“We go home,” Bian gently caressed Satya's chest to relieve her husband.

Without many more words Satya followed his wife's will. Using a black sports car driven by Bian, Satya returned to the house that was almost two months in his place.

Without a fight the bar girl took her husband into the house. In this big house that only two humans live in. Make both of them do not hesitate to make fun anywhere, as it is today.

They are both expressing emotions in their ways. Bian sat Satya on the sofa in front of the tv, in the take remote to turn on the flat screen attached to the wall of his house. Pressing the media button and looking for movies that have been stored by him.

First appeared a cat who was waiting for the state of the house and ran to the house phone. But his activities stopped when he heard a sound from the dining table, he saw a brown mouse enjoying the cheese available in the bowl. The cat struck the spoon directly on the head of the brown mouse, making sure the mouse fainted before returning to its original destination.

Yupz Tom and Jerry films are able to relieve the anger that is burning Satya's heart. Accompanied by ice syrup containing pieces of watermelon fruit made by the wife was able to cool his head.

There is nothing more pleasant than enjoying the coldness of the red syrup. In a favorite movie and the embrace of his beloved wife. If it could be like this all the time, surely Satya would not mind.

But the truth says something else. Many tasks and also work that must be completed by men who have long, straight hair is a little deep black.

“Where can these torn pants come from?” Tanya Satya who holds every tear of Bian's pants that are too wide to tear, to the thigh.

“Yes buy it, cook it Lady Satya steal. Not really,” Gerutu Bian while folding both hands in front of the chest.

“Gak nyadar also if he is a thief,” Satya sneer at his wife who looks to be singing his lips.

“Yes, I never steal,” replied Bian who was a little annoyed.

“Yakin?” back Satya asked Biayang's confidence never steal.

“Yakin,” replied Bian jutek.

“So who has stolen Brother's heart, dek?” Whisper Satya by poking Bian's chin that has been bowed in shame.

“Jerry may,” Laughter from the man who forgot his anger filled the whole room.

“Abang, shower first there gi,” Bian told her husband to take a shower before wrong Ashar.

“Bareng aja why? Sunah know dear.” Satya's whisper teased the bian who was smiling shyly.

“The century will be Bang, Adek wants to prepare a meal for Brother. Had not eaten,” said Bian who was embraced by Satya.

Satya finally works from home. Satya asks Arkan to send his file that was brought to his cafe.

Satya enjoyed her lunch at half-four in the afternoon. After easing the turmoil of the soul that burned his heart.

Which husband does not get emotionally ignited when he sees a man who has blessed his wife? Forcibly taking the virginity that should have been his. Satya does not blame his wife completely, only he wants to give her justice.

Satya wants the whole world to know, if it is not easy to demean a Zahra Fabian Madam Fajar Alwa Satya. It is not able to restore the virginity of his wife, but rather able to restore the self-esteem that has been stepped on by people because of the biadap man.

Can't bring back what's been lost, but can fix what's wrong. The grudge has slowly grown within Satya. A grudge that does not know when it will be repaid.

Satya's head was dizzy if she had to think about it. Bian who slept next to him woke up because Satya continued to move left and right.

Satya Sunguh's headache tormented her immensely. The pain caused by disappointment and also heartache makes Satya very tortured. Want in reply that his brother-in-law, not in reply it has hurt his beloved wife.

“Bian, can you hug me?” Satya asked.

“Of course, why with you?” Ask Bian who feels her husband is not in good mood.

“Bian, I'm heartbroken. I'm not that savage you are free to take it for granted,” Hearing Satya's words, Bian felt there was a little pain in the chest.

“Are you disappointed to marry a woman who has not been prawan?” Ask Bian who is feeling hurt.

“That's not what the cave means, you don't know what the Bi what the rasain cave is now.” Satya snapped which turned out to be still shrouded by anger in him.

“Just know,” Bian back to his original position.

Feeling wrong, Satya hurriedly apologized. But Bian's heart was already hurt too deeply. Speech is the sharpest sword that can scratch the heart without injuring the rough body of the owner of the wounded soul.