A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
Chapter 50

Inside his workspace, Malik sat in front of the laptop with his hands holding his head. Sometimes he ruffled his hair. He could not focus on checking the report from the company because his cellphone from earlier kept ringing, his head felt dizzy. Calls from new numbers just keep coming in, since last night there were five numbers that he blocked. Malik stared at his phone next to the laptop, the phone screen continued to turn on indicating there was an incoming call, because upset, Malik finally raised the call.

''Stop bothering me!"

"I'm married now and have a wife that I love very much. So, don't keep terrorizing me with those sickening old photos."

"Basic j*lang!"

Umpat Malik is rudely full of emphasis. A few seconds passed, and the caller was still reluctant to make a sound. As Malik handak disconnected the call, there was the hoarse voice of the woman across there.

"Just by hearing your voice I'm already feeling so happy."

"I know you married a widow. Very low in your tastes dear." said the woman slowly, who managed to make Malik's emotions increase.

"Do you want, huh?" Malik spoke snapping. He stood up, then walked back and forth in his room.

"I still want you. Why did you leave me alone in this other country? You once promised to be faithful to wait for me until I was healed. Now I'm cured, baby."

"God ... Forget that! Remember, it's only a long time ago, seven years have passed. I've forgotten all about you! You also have no news all this time, why after I got married you just called! Are you deliberately trying to ruin my household?!"

"But Baby. Ah ... Wait for me, I'll catch up with you soon to Jakarta."

"Basic crazy!"

"Never do that!"

"So if you're reckless, I won't hesitate to finish you off!" Threatened Malik. In such a situation he must take a firm stance.

Malik disconnects the call, then he blocks the number again.

"Astaghfirullah, could this be a household test for me? Hanifa can't get to know about my time. I don't want to make him feel sad at all." Malik's inner monologue. Then he pressed the off button, he sat back in his chair. His mind glanced to the past, he used to be a man who was quite stubborn and liked to play women. But that was, about seven years ago.

Not long after that Hanifa came to him with a tray on top of which there was tea and snacks. Malik put on a smile as sweet as possible to welcome his wife.

"Mas, this is drinking "Hanifa put a tray on the table.

"Yes, thank you dear." said Malik while closing the leptop.

"Why does Mas's face look a little wrinkled? Is there a problem?" Hanifa asked and sat down on the sofa in her husband's office.

"Ec ... No Honey. Here sit on top of Mas." said Malik. He patted her on the thigh asking Hanifa to sit there. Malik stared fixedly at his wife, Hanifa looking beautiful in short-sleeved pajamas and slightly transparent. He dared to dress like that because at home there was no one. Arif went to school with Oma Sarah. Abdillah and Hamidah are still in the boutique.

"I'm a heavy taukk." said Hanifa smiling shyly. Malik walked towards the wife and then immediately carried Hanifa's body which was slightly filled.

"What weight? Gini light."

"Ih ... What the hell. Down." Hanifa protested she hit the small chest field of the husband.

"No, I'll give you rations first, dear." Malik smiled mischievously as he blinked his eyes. Then he took Hanifa out of the study, he walked towards their room.

"Then same waitress, Mas."

"Servants are no dear. They're in the back."

Hanifa then remained silent, she resigned, her hands curled around her husband's neck. Arriving in the room, Malik placed Hanifa's body carefully on the mattress. Then as fast as lightning his body was in the body of the wife. He looked at the clingy Hanifa, stroking the wife's soft cheek, "No one will let anyone ruin the relationship we just built this dear." Malik's inner. He was really afraid that the woman would appear again in his life, then meet Hanifa and say no. While Hanifa felt there was something strange about her husband, but she did not dare to ask much. He always faithfully waited until the husband told himself.

***

In a different place.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Abdillah left Arumi still standing at the boutique delivery. Abdillah followed Hamidah who was opening the boutique door. Arumi did not give up, she followed them.

"Hey, come. There's something I want to tell you." Persuade Arumi with a face of pity.

"Say it here."

"can't. At the cafe yuk ..."

"I must accompany Hamidah. Just tell me here. If you do not want to just go away from here.'' cried Abdillah a little firmly.

Hamidah could only shake his head at the small debate between Abdillah and Arumi.

"Is he your lover? This woman is Hanifa's friend whom I saw wearing a clown costume in the city park with Hanifa." Arumi stared at Hamidah intensely. Scanning the appearance of Hamidah. Hamidah who had never liked Arumi directly entered the boutique without permission. Abdillah also prepared to enter the boutique. But this time Arumi held back her steps. He stood in front of Abdillah with both hands outstretched.

"That's not important."

"Mm okay. Abdillah, I want to apologize to you for what I did before. I used to spy on you when you beat Setya. Sorry, yeah." Finally Arumi gave up. He was tired of persuading Abdillah.

"That's all?" abdillah looked at Arumi. This time Arumi's appearance has changed, she does not wear open clothes anymore. He wears a dress under a loose and closed bottom.

"Ec ... Aye." Yeah."

"I've forgiven you. So get out of here right now. If you want to meet Hanifa, meet now."

"really? You really forgive me?"

"Blogs ... Very chatty indeed!"

"Hehehe sorry. Abdillah can I ask for your mobile number?''

"Can't!"

"But?"

"No. Go." Abdillah pushed a little bit of Arumi's back so that he immediately got out of the boutique. Abdillah feels his patience is being tested to see the behavior of Arumi is so flirtatious. Finally Arumi came out.

"Next time I'll see you again." Shouted Arumi from outside. Abdillah did not respond to him again.

After that Arumi got into the car, he drove his four-wheeled vehicle leaving the boutique delivery, he would meet Hanifa.

"Sounds, he likes you." Hamidah. Now he and Abdillah are cleaning the dusty floor. They swept the floor in different parts. The employees have not yet arrived, as Hamidah has not contacted them.

"Book?" reply Malik brief.

"Yes.''

"Let it go."

"Why don't you still have a boyfriend?" Ask Hamidah.

"Nothing is suitable."

"You seem too picky."

"Selecting a future wife is important, because she will not only be a wife, but she will also be a mother, the first teacher who will teach our children later. That's why we have to be careful." Abdillah explained earnestly.

Hamidah mangosteen heard Abdillah's words.

"You yourself why are you still alone?" ask Abdillah again.

"Just like you. I also do not want to arbitrarily choose a future husband." replied Hamidah. Suddenly the shadow of Joseph's face filled his mind.

It was Abdillah's turn to hear Hamidah's words.

After driving far enough, Arumi finally arrived at Hanifa's house.

"That's lucky for Hanifa. After escaping from the kere man and the traitor he even got a single man, handsome and rich." inner Arumi while opening the car door. After that he walked towards the main door. He pressed the bell and said sallam repeatedly.

"Yes, who are you looking for?" a servant opened the door and questioned Arumi. A waiter who was about forty years old.

"I want to see Hanifa" replied Arumi.

"It looks like Non Hanifa is being unobtrusive right now." the waiter replied with a smile. He had accidentally seen Malik who was carrying Hanifa so friendly. He knew what the newlyweds were doing.

"Why is he doing it again?" ask Arumi curiously.

"Non Hanifa is again alone with her husband, Mr. Malik. You came at a less than appropriate time."

"Can't you call him for a minute?" Arumi is a little pushy.

"I'm sorry, I don't dare to do that." retorted the waiter for sure. How could he dare to disturb the master who was having fun. He was afraid of being fired.

Arumi was upset. After that, he returned home with a hostile face.

Seriate.