A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
Fittings

Next day.

Morning has come to say hello, this morning the weather is so sunny, maybe it was the same rain last night. Siska woke up from her sleep, next to her, Setya still seemed to close her eyes. Setya's condition is very concerning, his face is quite handsome looks red bruises along with swelling. Until his good looks vanished into a bit of a freak. Monky lips, puffy eyes and swollen cheeks next to her, next to her not.

''Aw ... My body is sore, my cheeks are sore too. Ah, how could I and Mas Setya leave this Villa while our conditions do not allow like this, let alone Mas Setya. It's so sorry for you, Mom. Just look out for you Arumi!'' murmured Siska as she spread out her hands, moving her body to the right. After that he stroked Setya's cheek.

''Oh my goodness, Mas Setya's body is very hot.'' Siska suddenly panicked at Setya's forehead. Setya's lips also looked pale.

''Mas.'' Call Siska softly, he tried to wake Setya up, after trying several times finally slowly Setya opened his eyes.

''Siska, Mas's head is very dizzy. Oduhh ..'' Setya said while holding his head.

''You're sick, Mom. I'll be out for a minute. I'm going to see Mr. Villa's guard, I want to ask him for leniency so that we are allowed to stay here longer.''

''Alright. Speak politely and softly, uhukk, so that Mr. Villa's guard does not ask us to leave here today. Mas really not strong if you have to move a lot and walk far enough.'' Said Setya with a hoarse voice accompanied by a cough.

''Yes, Mas.''

Siska stumbled to the door of the room, as soon as the door opened, she saw the man who was about sixty years old standing in front of her, the man she wanted to meet was standing at the door.

''Ready yet? Why haven't you changed your clothes yet? You know, the new Villa tenant is otw here, do not let when he comes later you are still here.'' said the man with great emphasis. He stared intensely at Siska from head to toe. Siska who was still in her pajamas last night felt a little uncomfortable with the gaze of the Villa guard, thin pajamas that showed a groove filled body.

''Sir, my husband is sick.'' said Siska softly with a face of compassion.

''That's none of my business! Quickly pack up, after that leave this place!''

''Ta-but ...''

''There is no buts! Plaque!'' said the Villa keeper while patting Siska's butt.after saying that Mr. Villa's guard passed from in front of Siska with a cynical smile. Siska who was getting less than pleasant treatment felt anger and tightness in her chest. He clenched his hands together to see the Villa guard. Then after that he approached Setya again with an ordinary attitude. He did not want Setya to know that he had just been snatched by an old man. A woman is a precious thing if her body is guarded, covered and protected. So be smart to take care of yourself, the smarter you take care of yourself, the more people around you appreciate you.

''Mas!'' siska said as she stood near Setya.

''Mas has heard the words of Mr. Villa's guard. We better go, before the business gets runyam.'' said Setya weakly. He had also heard the words of Mr. Villa's guard, because the voice of Mr. Villa's guard was quite loud.

''Is it okay, Mom? Can you walk if you have to?''

''What to say, there is no other choice.'' said Setya while getting out of bed. Despite the difficulties, he kept trying. After that they wash their faces, change their clothes and put clothes in bags.

After preparing, Setya and Siska walked out of the Villa. Setya and Siska supported a backpack that contained several pieces of clothing and belongings. Setya walked slowly, because his head felt dizzy, his face felt twitching, and his body was limp, making his haughty attitude disappear instantly, now his condition is really sad. Luckily, Siska was always faithful to be by his side.

They walked down the deserted highway, which was left right in the thick, high-leafed trees. They will walk towards the main road, waiting for public transport there.

''Ah.'' Setya sat down on the street, his face getting pale.

''Mas ''Mas. You still strong? If not, we should rest first.''

''Yes, we better rest for a while.'' Setya and Siska sat by the side of the road enjoying a piece of bread and mineral water, as they had not eaten before. Bread and mineral water they brought from the villa.

''Mas, our fate is really good. We're like shit. No vehicle, but there is little money. At most the money we have is only enough for the cost to Jakarta and to eat us this day only. Where your family is sick too. Duh ... Dizziness ah. Hiks.'' Oceh Siska with tears in the fertilizer. This time he was at the lowest point of his life. His intention is to live happily by living a relationship with the husband of the owner of the restaurant where he works. But things are changing so quickly, knocking them to their lowest.

''Sorry, Mas. Later when we arrive in Jakarta, we live in the old house Mas first, yes. You see there is no other choice, only the house that we have.'' said Setya stroked slowly Siska's back. They are now in Bogor.

''Yes. But then the neighbors around there talk to us again. I'm not married yet. Old neighbor Mas'kan julid-julid his person. I don't like living there.''

''Mas will marry you soon, Siska.''

''Yeah, but where's the money, man? You think marriage is free!''

''Mas will pawn Mas's cell phone once we reach Jakarta.''

''You sure?''

''Yes. There's no other choice. For the future we think together.''

''How are my parents? Cook her daughter to marry not tell them.''

''We'll marry siri first. Tomorrow if Mas already has money Mas will meet your parents and Mas will inform Mas's parents as well.'' said Setya gave understanding to Siska. Siska nodded listening to that.

***

In a different place.

Hanifa and Malik are in a famous boutique. They do bridal fashion fittings. Preparation for their wedding was almost complete, Malik was so enthusiastic to take care of everything. Now there is only about a week left to go on their happy day.

''I want a dress for my wedding and party that shari'i everything, for the wedding I want a white dress with a matching hijab, the hijab must be a long and wide that covers the chest. Ma'am can 'could make a dress that I ask.'' said Hanifa when she was asked what kind of dress model, the famous Designer just measured her body. Although Hanifa also has her own boutique, she doesn't have enough time to design her own bridal attire. Since Malik proposed to her at that time, Malik forbade Hanifa to work, nothing, all that Malik did so that nothing happened to Hanifa towards their happy day. For a time the boutique owned by Hanifa managed by Hamidah.

''All right, we'll get it ready. If there is no obstacle, in a few days the dress will be finished in sewing.'' said Designer with a smile knot, designer who is about forty years old. His face was so glowing with a shaky appearance.

''Do your best for my future wife, Ms. Imel.'' cried Malik. They were sitting in the Designer room.

''Certainly. It's a big party. The wedding party of a young CEO who is so disinclined in the upper class. We will do our best in sewing the dress and sewing her men's clothes.''

''Alright. Then we'll excuse you.'' Malik and Hanifa shook hands with Ms Imel.

''Yes. Careful y'all. Take good care of your beautiful future wife.''

''Yes Mother.''

Malik and Hanifa were in the car. They will have lunch together.

''Where do you eat, Dek?'' ask Malik gently. Now that he has called Hanifa with Dek, tomorrow when he is married he will call Hanifa with the name 'SAYANG'. Readers don't baper, yeah. Wkwkwk. And always wait until the happy day comes.

''Anywhere, I've always liked it, as long as it's with you.'' Hanifa replied with a smile on her thin lips.

''It can also turn out, yes.''

''Occasionally. Not to be serious.''

''I'm glad you behave like this, keep being open and what is in front of me.''

''Alright big sir.''

''Aisss master again.'' Malik's inner self in the heart.

''We ate at the restaurant in front of us, yes.''

''Yes.''

Once he reached the spacious courtyard of the restaurant, Malik got out first, then he opened the car door for Hanifa. They walked side by side into the restaurant. A few servants greeted their arrival. When we got to the restaurant.

''Where are you sitting?'' ask Malik again. Hanifa and Malik were staring at the chair. The seats are full, only the ones in the corner are empty.

''Only there.'' point Hanifa towards the corner. Malik agreed.

''Eh, but ..'' Replex Hanifa said as she saw the person she knew eating food with women. The woman sat back to them until Hanifa did not recognize her.

''What's up, Deck?''

''It was not Mas Yusuf.''

''Where?''

''It ....''

''Yes, it is him. Looks like he's found your replacement, Dek. Thank goodness, said Malik relieved to tease Hanifa a little.

''Opaan the hell.''

After that Hanifa and Malik walked towards the empty table. Near the empty table Joseph and Ameera were eating together, they were not yet aware of the presence of Hanifa and Joseph.

Seriate.