A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
Malik's Worries

''Siska?'' said Hellen gelagapan. He stood up from his seat. She did not expect Siska to return home with her sister. Hellen who was still sitting on the terrace while imagining Abdillah's handsome face felt shocked.

''Mom, where?'' ask Setya. Siska chose silence by bowing her head.

''Mother is inside, ''' replied Hellen.

''Why are you still sitting outside? It's late, let's go in. The lightening of a messy house rather than daydreaming is not clear.'' said Setya a little hard. He had thought when on the way home earlier, after this he would be a little harsh to his Mother and Sister.

''What the hell!'' Hellen clucked sebelly.

After that they entered, upon arrival in the house, they saw the state of the house that was still in disarray. Setya and Siska did not think out, it could be Hellen and his mother were relaxed while the state of the house was still like a ship broke. Setya's mother who was sitting relaxed on the living room sofa walked over to Siska and Setya. His wrinkled face looked at Siska with anger.

''Heh ... why did you come back again?'' tanyanya while pointing at Siska's face. Siska flinching, she no longer wanted to waste her voice retorting to the words of the in-laws.

''Ma'am, Siska is my wife, my responsibility. I could've let Siska out of the house these nights. I wonder, what the hell does Mom want?'' setya said with clenched hands. His mother did not feel guilty at all.

''Mother wants to have a rich daughter-in-law and can be relied on.'' replied Setya.

''We keep what's on Mom's mind. Mom, it looks like I'll be back in Jakarta tomorrow. I'm tired of having to see Mom being so strict with my wife.''

''I'm coming, yes, Mas.'' said Hellen. Hellen planned to find work in Jakarta and while trying to get close to Abdillah.

''Setya, you have the heart to leave Mom alone in this village?'' His mother spoke in a weakened voice.

''There was no other choice, Mom.'' after saying that Setya and Siska went into the room. Siska's gonna change clothes again. After they left the room, they cleaned the house together. From earlier Setya's mother continued to put on a sour face. She is like a child, she should be wise and nurturing as a mother. But ... Ah already. Yes ... That's how humans are in the world. Must have a variety of different attitudes and traits.

****

A few days passed, Malik and Abdillah have returned to work regularly in the company. Meet with clients, work with a pile of files and receive reports on the results of research on progress, profits and even small losses experienced by the company. They are busy now.

The woman, whom Malik feared could potentially ruin his relationship with his wife, has not been in contact since that day. Malik was relieved, but he should not be off guard either. He did not want to lose. The woman is not an arbitrary woman, she and her parents have a great influence in various agencies and large companies. They are also rich, just like Malik.

That morning, Hanifa stood in front of her husband, putting on a tie painstakingly and neatly.

"Darling, come on, once in a while you visit the office, Mas. Let Mas introduce you directly to the employees and the company leaders." Malik gently persuaded. He gently rubbed the head of the wife without hijab.

"No way, Mom. Shame ah ..." reply Hanifa. Several times Malik had persuaded the wife to occasionally join him to the company, but Hanifa always refused for the same reason. Hanifa still lacked confidence in stretching her legs in the large company owned by her husband.

"That's always your answer, honey. You are beautiful." Malik kissed his wife.

"More times I'll visit there, honey. Today I'm going to the boutique." Hanifa replied gently with a smile.

"Yes, don't be tired, yeah." Malik said. Hanifa took the husband's hand and kissed him.

"Yes dear." They hugged for a while. For the newlyweds, separated by the demands of a job that was almost a full day, it was like a year. They are equally easy to miss, so often on the sidelines of his busy at the office, Malik still trying to contact the wife, asking the news of the wife.

Then Hanifa drove Malik forward, Abdillah had been waiting for Malik in the car. Hanifa waved away the departure of the two more handsome dashing men.

After that Hanifa went into the house, in the living room of the in-laws and her son was chatting, Arif did not enter school because he was not feeling well, he said.

"How are you doing, honey?" Hanifa sat on the same sofa as the son and in-law. Arif was lying on Sarah's thigh.

"Udah is kind of good, Mother. After Oma gave me the orange syrup." Arif replied a little lethargic. Oma Sarah stroked her shoulder repeatedly.

"Thank God, son.''

''Now it's the fever season like Hanifa. Neighboring children also have fever.'' said Sarah.

''Yes, Ma.''

''Mama, can I take Arif? I'm going to the store today?''

''Sure can dong. But you don't get tired, yeah.'' Sarah smiled warmly at Hanifa. Sometimes he stared at Hanifa's flat belly. He hoped that the stomach would contain the offspring of his fetus.

''Yes, Ma.''

''Honey, Mother today to the boutique, yes. Arif is okay at home, right? Accompany Oma with Mbak Marwah.''

''It's okay, Mother. At most later in the afternoon Arif has healed. Arif is a strong boy.''

''Smart kid.'' praise Hanifa. Hanifa kissed Arif's forehead and cheeks. After that he went upstairs. He's gonna change clothes.

***

Hanifa was sitting in the car staring at the screen of her phone, now she was on her way to the boutique, following Hamidah who had left first this morning. Hanifa replied to the message sent by her husband.

[If there is a woman who is not known to want to meet you do not pay, yes, dear.] Hanifa read the message sent by Malik with narrowed eyes.

[What's wrong and what's wrong, Mom?]

[Just do what I say, my dear.]

[Alright, Mas.]

[I love you to.] Hanifa also replied to the message sent by her husband with a wide smiling face and a rustling chest. Again he felt so grateful for having a very good husband and attention like Malik.

Arriving at the boutique, Hanifa was welcomed by the employees, they also congratulated Hanifa in turn. Hanifa also greeted them as kindly. After that Hanifa sat in front of Hamidah.

''Tea, how? It's safe, isn't it?

''Hiya Hanifa. Alhamdulillah.''

Hanifa sat down in front of the cashier's desk while checking several reports of sales results. Not long after that an elegant-looking woman entered. Hanifa had not noticed the presence of the woman. Then after a while.

''Hanifa ...''

''Eh ... Yes.'' Hanifa turned around, seeing who was calling her.

''Arumy? You ... What's coming here?'' ask Hanifa. Replex questions that just came out of his mouth. Hamidah who saw the presence of Arumi stared disliked.

''Can we talk to Hanifa alone?'' pinta Arumi while taking off the sunglasses that covered her eyes.

''Oh ... Sure can.'' reply Hanifa while standing up.

''I'm not bothering, am I?''

''No.''

Then Hanifa invited Arumi to speak in her room. Now they were sitting on the sofa facing each other.

''Hanifa, I want to apologize to you for my past mistakes. I took your husband, I hurt your son and all of him. I'm sorry.' said Arumi staring fixedly at Hanifa. His clear eyes seemed to be glazed. Hanifa took a deep breath, Arumi's statement just evoked her memories in the past, stirring up the pain she and the son had to endure. But now it doesn't matter anymore. Now Hanifa was happy, surrounded by good people and loving her and her son.

''I have forgiven you Arumi. Didn't you also feel the pain of being betrayed. So forget. Continue to live, and start changing yourself into a better person.

''Thanks Hanifa. You are a good woman. It is only natural that now you have found complete happiness.''

''Same-sama Arumi. Em ... Your daughter how are you?'' Hanifa.

''The glass is fine now. Now he is so enthusiastic because a few more months will enter SD.''

''Caca is big, yes.''

''Yes. When to enter SD?''

''Next year's official again.''

''Their age is only different a year means, yes.''

''Yes.''

''Hanifa, may I have your sister's mobile number?'' arumi said a little hesitantly, her face instantly blushing.

''Mas Abdillah?'' ask Hanifa to make sure.

"Yes. I just want to help him.''' reply Arumi reasoned. Reason that makes no sense.

''Sorry, yes, Arumi. I will ask the same person directly. If Mas Abdillah agrees I'll call you. Now save my number aja.'' said Hanifa. He did not want to give his sister's mobile number.

''OKAY. Alright.'' Arumi nodded small. Then he and Hanifa exchanged mobile numbers. After that, Arumi went home. While passing the cashier table, Arumi looked at Hamidah and stopped there for a while.

''Let's compete in a healthy way.'' said Arumi who made Hamidah stunned.

''I don't understand.'' Hamidah replied.

''Thank goodness you don't understand. Ckckck. I came home, yes, said Arumi casually with a grinning smile. Then after that he walked while waving his hands towards Hamidah. Hamidah shook his head at Arumi's ridiculous behavior. ''What did he mean? You strange woman!'' inner Hamidah.

In a different place, Malik who had just focused on a stack of files on his desk had to stop because of his phone ringing. He put down the pen and grabbed the phone.

[Sir, the woman has been in front of Lady Hanifa's boutique.]

[Prevent him. Anyway do not let the woman managed to meet my wife.] said Malik with emphasis.

[Okay Sir.]

Call disconnected. Malik put his phone on top of the maja violently. Earlier this morning upon arrival at the office he got a report from his man about the arrival of his mass women in Jakarta. Now she wants to see Hanifa. Malik believes the woman must also have had many spies to spy on Hanifa and herself.

''****! Do you want Shanum?''

''It's so annoying.''

Rutuk Malik's. Then he picks up his phone again, he'll call Hanifa. In front of the door of his room, Abdillah secretly eavesdropped. Abdillah still did not understand what was happening. He hopes Malik will always be loyal to his sister.

Seriate.