A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
Make up

After chatting with Abdillah, Malik went upstairs to his room. As soon as the door of the room he opened, he saw the wife had been lying on the bed with a sideways position like that. He guessed again, whether the mood of the wife is still ugly and still does not want to disturb him. Though he already felt very longing for his wife, he wanted to hug, sniff the scent of the wife's body which seemed to have become his own opium for him. Malik took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He slowly sat on the edge of the bed, right near Hanifa's toe. He slowly touched the tip of Hanifa's foot that was not covered in a blanket, then began to stroke, small massage of the sole of the foot that felt a little cold and smooth. Hope Hanifa's mood returns to normal, and want to talk. Hanifa pulled the tip of her foot so that Malik would no longer touch, but instead Malik tickled Hanifa's feet until Hanifa felt amused and jumped.

''Hahaha, Mas, ticklish. Release him! Hahaha ..'' cried Hanifa while laughing crazily. Hanifa was the least able to stand her feet in a tickle. He will feel unbearable. Malik still tickled his wife with a happy smile, after feeling satisfied he released Hanifa's legs.

''Mas is happy to see you laughing.'' said Malik. Now Hanifa was already sitting on the bed. They sit facing each other.

''Ih ... That's not the way either. You can make me die suddenly with your silly behavior.'' protest Hanifa put on a pouting face.

''Hehehe sorry, yangg.'' said Malik with a small smile. He then took Hanifa's hands. Then kiss her gently and lovingly.

''Sorry, sorry, keep going. Did Mas deliberately tickle my feet like that so that I die and Mas can marry again.'' said Hanifa again while pulling his hand so that Malik does not touch again.

''Astaufirullah, Darling ... Why are you talking about it.'' Malik cupped Hanifa's jaw, then stared fixedly at Hanifa. Through the gaze of his eyes, he hoped Hanifa would know how much love he had, his love was so deep, baseless and endless.

''Au ah!'' answer Hanifa origin. He lowered his face, misbehaving because of the husband's gaze.

''You're still mad the same, Mas?'' malik asked but Hanifa did not answer.

''Dear ... Mas know, Shanum's confession yesterday must have been very surprising and disappointed you. You must have never thought that I would do such a thing. But, believe me, it's not all you want. They did it without fully realizing it. Only you are Hanifa, only you are the woman that Mas loves and the woman who managed to steal Mas's heart Malik said solemnly, her face a little compassionate.

''Yes, how now? How do I solve the problem that came about because of that?!'' ask Hanifa.

''You just calm down, yeah. I'll clean everything up. You don't have much thought. All you have to do is pray. Pray that this matter will be resolved quickly. And we can live quietly and peacefully in the absence of a third person.

''Alright.'' Hanifa replied with a small nod.

''So you've forgiven, Mom?'' Malik asked making sure with a hopeful face.

''Yes.''

''Thank you dear.'' said Malik. Then he hugged Hanifa's body tightly. Hanifa stroked the husband's burly back. Tonight they both felt happy and moved. In the household ark, a problem is good to talk about, and solve together. Not even silence and make the problem more runnyam.

''Usaha again yukk.''

''What?''

''Bikin Adik for Arif.''

Then after that the two were swept away again in a melodious relationship. This time the game was a little hot, the quarrel last afternoon made the two even more excited and excited. Freely release all burdens and restrained longings.

***

In a different place.

''How? Are they better?''

''It looks like it's been.''

''Thankful. There are problems that come. Though Hanifa just felt happy.''

''If you have female fans?'' ask Hamidah curiously. The night wind made him feel cold, he hugged his body with both hands clenched together. Sometimes he sipped a glass of tea that was still steaming smoke.

''Don't know! There certainly isn't.''

''Who said no, that, Arumi.''

''Well, there's only you.'' Abdillah.

''I think he really likes you.'' said Hamidah assured.

''But I'm not. How could I possibly like a woman who once cut a wound in the hearts of Hanifa and Arif. Women who were once the cause of the destruction of other people's households.''

''If you speak carefully, ntar his own talk.'' tease Hamidah while smiling knots. Abdillah looked at Hamidah, Hamidah looked beautiful with a black veil. Hamidah who is aware of himself is in the face of feeling wrong behavior.

''No way.'' Abdillah replied while turning her gaze. Hamidah did not answer again.

''Eh ... Then I'll go home first. Take good care of yourself here, yeah. And never put a foreign man into this place.'' Abdillah's message when saying goodbye. They walked side by side towards the main door.

''Isshh ... I am a good woman taukk.''Hamidah reply to throbbing.

''Yes. I believe.''

''By ...''

''Yes.'' Abdillah waved, Hamidah did the same.

''You are not aware, not really, if you are also handsome. Huh ... Strange indeed.'' inner Hamidah when Abdillah's car gradually away. He held his chest, for some reason he felt something strange that he felt.

***

Shanum who felt stuffy in the hotel room decided to go outside, he walked around the five-star hotel in Jakarta alone. Looking for a place to coffee that feels suitable, all the same he wants to move his limbs that feel stiff. Since returning home from the Hanifa boutique, he just stayed in the room. It was only fitting that at night he would get bored of being in a hotel room all day.

''You don't have to follow.'' he said as his men followed behind.

''But?''

''It's okay.''' his sergeant again. Then two of his burly men returned to the hotel.

''Aisss .... Ayang, where's Ayang? I feel like I want to accompany Ayang ajah.'' muttered Shanum. He took his phone in his sweater pocket and opened a photo album. He looked at his picture with Malik with a bitter smile. ''When we can be together, side by side to anywhere enjoy the day.'' he murmured again. The photo he always made as a cure for his endless longing.

Without Shanum realizing from earlier two people continued to follow his steps, two people wearing jackets, they smiled meaningfully at Shanum who was holding a cellphone.

Then ....

Seriate.