A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
Begin the ritual

''Mas, please get me a towel dong, '' said Hamidah with a faint and timid voice, his face slightly reddened, he leaned behind the bathroom door. Actually he felt hesitant to ask for help to the husband, but what can be done, because in a hurry to get into the bathroom earlier, making him forget to bring a towel. Hamidah felt cold, his hands crossed in front of his chest, hugging his body.

Abdillah who heard the wife asked to get a towel, quickly he took a dry towel in the closet, then he walked towards the bathroom door with his chest pounding.

''Honey, here is the towel, Abdillah said as she slowly knocked on the door. Hamidah who heard the husband was already in front of the bathroom door, he quickly opened the door, with his head only looking out, while his innocent body was hidden behind the door.

''Here, Mas. Thanks.'' Hamidah picked up a white towel extended by her husband, after which he closed the door again. Abdillah only had a small smile to see the behavior of his wife.

''Don't be long in the bathroom, Mas wait, Mas has prepared your face Dear.'' said Andillah before she passed from the bathroom door.

''Yes, Mas.'' reply Hamidah who is still busy wrapped around a towel limited to his chest.

Not long after that Hamidah came out of the bathroom, he saw that the husband had been sitting on the prayer mat, while a prayer mat was neatly spread behind him, with the face on it. Abdillah has prepared everything. Seeing that, Hamidah walked quickly towards the dressing room, the room was spacious, even the dressing room was available in that room. Hamidah wears slightly transparent pink pajamas, sleeveless pajamas and just below the knee. The pajamas had been prepared by Ainun, the Mama.

''I can't keep my husband waiting long. Not yet, huh? Ah, it seems like it has. Shouldn't a wife be able to spoil her husband's eyes? From tonight I will carry out my first duty as a wife well. So that I could get the reward that doubled.'' Hamidah muttered while circling in front of the glass, he had also finished combing his hair. After that, he approached his husband.

''Sorry, wait a long time, Mas.'' said Hamidah softly.

''Let me do it, Mas.'' said Hamidah as Abdillah was about to fold the prayer mat.

''Believe it, yes.''

''Alright. You keep going, yeah, same me. Never change, even though we have been married fifty years tomorrow, Hamidah said.

''Sure, Honey. We both pray that the household we just built can run fine in the future.''

''Amin, Mas.''

Hamidah put the mukena and the prayer mat in its place. Abdillah was sitting on the bed with her back resting on the head of the sofa. Abdillah's gaze was always fixed on the wife, the wife who looked so sexy, her long hair as her back was divorced, to add to the impression of her sexiness. Abdillah patiently waited for his wife to approach him. Not long after that Hamidah walked over to Abdillah. As soon as he was in front of the husband, the husband said softly, ''turn off the lights, dear.'' Hamidah who had understood where the direction of the conversation of the husband just squashed the secret, turned off the main light, until the remaining lights are dimly lit.

''Sitting here, ''' Abdillah patted the mattress next to her. Hamidah also complied with a small nod. Honestly, he felt his heart pounding. Abdillah and Hamidah sat facing each other, after which Abdillah looked at his wife, Hamidah who was embarrassed and lowered his head, with Abdillah slowly touching the chin of the wife and he lifted it again. After that Abdillah slowly kissed the wife's forehead. Hamidah who was treated so gently felt very happy because of getting a husband like Abdillah. From the way Abdillah spoke and treated her, Hamidah already knew, if the figure of a husband like her husband is a figure of loving and gentle man.

Seriate.