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20. Marriage Harmony (1)

...MARRIAGE IN HARMONY (1)...

...Written by David Khanz...

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Sayup from a distance, a beautiful chant of azan sounds. Slowly unfold the dreamland dimension of the people who are sleeping overnight, including a young woman on a bed. As the name suggests. He blinked for a moment, looking at the dimness of the room, then turned to the side.

"Mas Vishnu ..." whispered the woman calling a name, but what she saw was an empty place. 'Where is my husband so early?' tanya Aligned in the heart, then rose and inched down from the top of the mattress.

'About five, ' said Aligned once you turn on the room lights and look at the wall clock. Then with a limp step, the woman came out of the room, looking for the figure she had called earlier.

"Yes, Lord ..." exclaimed in shock as soon as he found the man who had just married him a month ago, fully immersed in the living room. On the couch with no blankets or pillows. This is not the first thing to happen, but since they occupied a rented house a week ago. Vishnu never once slept in a room, along with his wife.

"Mas ..." call the woman gently with a gentle swipe on Vishnu's shoulder. "Wake up, Mas, it's dawn" said Selaras back, still with the mind filled with questions.

The man is beating.

"Hhmmm, yes .. I woke up, Ras," said Vishnu, but still memicing. He squirms for a moment then squirms.

She looked at her husband's face. Want to ask him, but feel reluctant because they are worried about offending Vishnu. Finally just sitting around in the next chair while waiting for the figure to rise.

"Lho, are you still here, Ras?" vishnu asked as soon as he woke up from the fall, finding that Selaras had not yet moved from there. The woman smiled. "Not yet to dawn prayer?"

Synchro. He replied, "Wait for you, Mom."

"Why wait for me?" Vishnu's forehead shriveled, astonished. "You can pray by yourself, right?"

Correspondingly nodded slowly. ". .. but, I would love to pray together with you, Mas. I've been waiting a month since we got married."

Vishnu does not chim. He just snorted, then got up and rushed into the back room without a word. Again, the tune can only be silent. Obviously, from the look of the man's eyes earlier, it seemed like he did not like the words of the wife.

'Yes, Lord .. until when are you going to act like that to me, Mom?' gumam In harmony. 'Since we first got married, never once did Mas Vishnu treat me properly. Let alone touching me, even soft talk .. as if not yet.'

Recalling when first introduced by his parents to Vishnu. The young widower who had just died his wife, impressed like forced to accept the matchmaking on the basis of remuneration. Moreover, if not for the story of his father's past in Harmony and Vishnu. A classic reason, but still often occurs in the present, re-attach friendship into a family relationship. It was for them, the parents, but not with the marriage of Aligned and Vishnu.

"I'm sorry, Ras," Vishnu said on the night of their bride a month ago. "I can't give you anything tonight. Including ... fulfill our obligations."

"I understand, Mas," replied Aligned trying to calm down even though his heart was a little disappointed. "Mas can do it anytime. Maybe not tonight. Because all day, Mas must have been tired after receiving the invited guests. So—"

"It is not because of that, Ras," Vishnu added cutting off the words Aligned.

"Then?"

The man took a deep breath, then replied, "I just ... can't yet like you, Race."

"Maas …."

"I'm sorry, huh?" Vishnu. "I know, it hurts, but I have to admit it from now on. Before you start wondering."

"Terus .. Why did Mas accept this matchmaking of ours? If you didn't like me in the first place, we could at least refuse this marriage, right?"

"That's impossible, Ras," Vishnu retorted. "You know for yourself, don't you, how our parents would behave if that happened. Especially for me."

"Your family legacy?" tanya In line with guesses, greeted with small oddities Vishnu.

The man looked. Look at his wife's eyeballs that are starting to glaze over.

"I'm sorry, Ras," said Vishnu lirih. "This life must continue. For me, for you. Because what I'm gonna get, it's gonna be yours, right?"

"With our marriage being like this?" Back to asking. He was still trying to resist the rumbling pain in his chest that had been wanting to explode. Whatever the power, everything should be as they both planned. Impress the family that the marriage is going well and well.

Still vividly remembered when Mr. Selaras insisted and emphasized to his daughter, that the matchmaking was very important to link back the fabric of their friendship first.

"Father has a lot of debt of gratitude as the father of Vishnu, Ras," said Mr. Sugara began the story. "Sir Alex, it used to help you a lot while still sitting in college. He who paid for your tuition, invited you to stay at his rent, eat, even .. until you get a good job at the company of his father Alex's partner. It's all because of his service. Including ... send you to college. Without Mr. Alex's help, your father is nobody, Ras."

As usual, Selaras only listened to the words of his father, Mr. Sugara. Just like the Mother who for a long time was hypnotized by the presence of Mr. Alex's family and intended to be different from them.

"Try you think, Race," said Mr. Sugara continuing his story. "If you are in the position of the Father, do you have the heart to reject the desire of Mr. Alex to marry his son to the son of the Father?"

Aligned trying to chimed. "It's not about refusing or accepting, sir. But—"

"Vishnu had failed in his marriage, Ras. But on the other hand he's young and your age, well-established, childless, and …." Mr. Sugara glanced at his wife for a moment, then continued to say, "He is also quite handsome, right? Not much different from ... who is that guy who comes here often, Ras?"

"Fadei."

"Yes, that's it" said Mr. Sugara, sneering. "As of now, his status is unclear. Unemployment. No scholars but …."

"Mas Fadli has his own activities, sir," replied Alas unhappy Pak Sugara began comparing his lover with Vishnu who he did not know at all. "Mas Fadli has a business. Self-employed. Besides, he's not as bad as you think."

"Well, you may admire that .. Fadil."

"Fadli, Sir. Not Fadil," said his mother Corrected.

"Whoever he is, anyway you do not like the young man, Mom," said Mr. Sugara with a look showing his dislike with the figure of Fadli, a man who has long been in a loving relationship with Aligned.

"Before, you never spoke like that. Why is it different now, sir?" search the wife. "Don't because …."

"Ohhhhh!" jerit Selaras filled the middle room. He grabbed his own hair, accompanied by a leg on the floor. Piqued.

Vishnu appeared scattered from the direction of the back room. Asked in astonishment, "What's up, Race? You why?"

Staring intently at her husband.

'Why are you, Vishnu? Not me!' geram In tune. 'Ask yourself, what's wrong with you? Normal men? Or ….'

"Sorry, Mas. There was a falling lizard," Selaras replied as he got up and hurried to leave the middle room to perform the Fajr prayer. ".. We are a congregational prayer, right, Mas?" she asked the woman as she was about to pass her husband.

"I want to pray in the mosque only, Ras," replied Vishnu as if in a hurry to avoid. "If you want to pray, by yourself, deh, at home."

"Tumben ... usually you always pray at home too, Mas."

Vishnu did not answer. He hurriedly stepped towards the exit. Still in a nightgown suit, without carrying a prayer mat or sarong.

He stared at the man until he disappeared behind the door.

His sacrifice of leaving Fadli for Vishnu's marriage is still not reciprocated either. Moreover, the hope of being able to build a harmonious household, seems still far away to be realized. Is this precisely karma because it has disappointed Fadli? I don't know, In line with just thinking, how to maintain the marriage with the condition and attitude of Vishnu like that? Until when can be patient and continue to live life, being in a despair? This is her first and last marriage. Unlike her husband, Vishnu Aritama. Of course in the future will slowly change better and in tune, like the name he has.

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The sound of the notification clink from Vishnu's phone on the nightstand, occasionally sounded loud. Not a ringtone of a conversation call, but rather a notification of some incoming instant message. In harmony with the sound. These messages are from the Whatsapp application. It was very desirable for the woman to peek for a moment at the screen while the husband was taking a shower, looking at what and from whom, but she was still trying to survive not to do it. Free, because it is always locked.

'Maybe it's from his friend, alumni group, or it could be from Mas Vishnu's office, ' In line. But as a wife figure that is still often ignored, curiosity is always thrashing. Especially if you see Vishnu is busy with his smartphone accompanied by his own righteousness, strange thoughts often touch the mind of the woman.

'Could it be with Mas Vishnu's former lover? Or maybe he ….' In harmony quickly throw away his bad thoughts. Although Vishnu did not want to touch the private area of the wife's body, it could be because he did not love. Not because ….

"Ras, what are you doing here?" Vishnu's big voice surprised to the tune.

"Eh, Mas ..." exclaimed in shock as she turned to the direction from which her husband came.

The man was bare-chested, and wearing only a towel winding covered the abdomen down. Dots of water used bath is still left there, a tall and strapping body with a gallant fold adorn the muscles of his maleness.

"Nrash …."

Aligned immediately realized and shifted the direction of view from the figure in front of him, accompanied by a slightly blushing face.

"A-I .. again waiting for Mas Vishnu to take a shower. Uh ... m-I mean .. a-I've prepared your work clothes. I-this, M-mas," said Selaras stammering while thrusting a neat and fragrant suit on Vishnu.

The man smiled faintly, then noticed his own body that had been noticed by Selaras. Vishnu said later, "You don't have to bother like that, Ras. I can prepare my own clothes, really."

Close your eyes. A sudden sting inched down the wall of his heart. The words of Vishnu just like wanting the woman to not try to approach her husband. If necessary, never mind him.

"No, it's not, Mas. But I just want to do my job. As a wife to a husband, of course."

Again Vishnu smiled wryly. Aligned speech is like being insinuating himself who does not also fulfill the obligation as a husband.

Selaras said as he approached Vishnu, ". Let me help dry your body, Mas."

"No, Race! No need!" timpal Vishnu refused, accompanied by a drag of his steps back.

"Why, Mas?" tanya Selaras wonder. "We, right, have already stabbed—"

Vishnu replied clumsyly, "Just .. I said also .. not necessary. I can take care of myself. Okay?"

"But …."

"I ask, you come out of this room for a while, yes, Ras," said Vishnu while pointing at the door of the room. "I'm gonna get some clothes on first."

"Maas …."

"I beg you, Ras. Okay?" pinta Vishnu with both palms docked in front of the chest.

Staring at the wonder of her husband. But because they did not want a dispute, the woman chose to give up. Following husband's orders. Isn't that a form of obedience?

"Alright, Mas," said Selaras lirih. "I'm going to prepare breakfast for you. I'm waiting for you at the dinner table, huh?"

Alas still flinching waiting for a response from Vishnu. Until finally the man nodded slowly.

"Thank you," Aligned reply directly rushed out of the room. 'We're breakeven, Mas. You begged, I asked, 'to impale the woman all the way to the kitchen.

A moment later, Aligned was already sitting gracefully in front of the dining table. Waiting for Vishnu to come out of the room and hoping that the man kept his promise to have breakfast together.

Justright. Not long after, Vishnu came. It's neat with the suit that has been prepared earlier.

"Breakfast first, Mas," said Selaras welcomed with a smile. Then immediately prepare dishes and spoons like a waitress. "Sorry, if my cooking is not so tempting, Mas. Hope you like it, huh?"

Vishnu did not answer. As usual, only a small reaction in the form of a faint smile.

"Do you want me to steam, Mom?" tanya Selaras after all the time Vishnu did not touch the food in front of him. The man glanced, then replied, "You think I'm a child?"

Conforms.

"Some, you just shut up, anyway," the woman's tease, not to look at her husband who is still acting cold. "Your hope will not run out if only seen, you know, Mas. Be eating. It's still warm."

Now Vishnu who changed his eyes sharply his wife. Then asked, "Why, anyway, would you bother to take care of me, Ras? While my own attitude was the same as yours all along, it might disappoint you a lot."

Aligned even smile.

'Good, ' impales the woman. 'Her husband was also aware of her with her annoying behavior. Hhmmm, this is a pretty good progress. At least so, besides being willing to fulfill my request earlier to sit together in this dining room.'

"Ras, you really ... even smile like that? Is something funny?"

'Again, he started to pay attention to me. Even to my smile, he wants to talk. Hihih."

"Ras ... In harmony," call Vishnu began to be upset apparently.

'Yes, geez! He's calling my full name now too! Usually only Race ... Race .. and Race. Ah, Mas Wisnuku dear ... it turns out you started to like—'

"Yes, already. I'm leaving now, huh?"

"Eh, Mum!" In a hurry to resist the rising speed of Vishnu who was preparing to leave the dining table. "Don't leave first, sweetheart .. uh, Mas. Breakfast was tried a few mouthfuls. Please …."

"Some bribes, huh?" Vishnu repeated his last words.

"Yes, some bribe, Mas."

Vishnu sat back down, then took his breakfast as much as two spoons. Aligned smile happy to see the man wanted to eat the processed results this morning.

"I have eaten" said Vishnu after swallowing his food. "Now I'm having a—"

"Try again a few spoons, dong, Mas," pinta. This time with a sigh of passion.

"So I have eaten two spoons" said Vishnu while rising..

Aligned persisted.

"I didn't mention the numbers, Mas," the woman replied with the same style of speech as the last one. ". I said also. B-e-b-e-r-a-p-a. Okay, Say— uh, Mas?"

Vishnu. Not angry, but more to the meaning of feeling upset with his wife's attitude.

"Keep ... how many times do you want?" ask Vishnu annoyed.

'Ah, My dear .. Vishnu Aritama. Finally you gave me your own choice, ' muttered happily. 'This is the first time she's been so sweet to me. Hihahi. So it's getting better, really, pay attention to this guy. Aharggghhh!'

"Just try and keep eating, Mom. I'll see you say 'enough'. Well, after that—"

"Okay, I'll try again!" vishnu said then feed a spoonful of food on his plate. The man's eyes could not be seen. Hope the word 'enough' was immediately spoken. "Smuck says enough, huh? I'll be late for the office." Yeah."

Smiling at himself. Also enjoy the movement of chewing the man's mouth, through the motion of Vishnu's jaw is hard.

"OK ..." said Aligned a while later.

"Enough, right?" vishnu asked as if he was happy in the end.

"Not ..." Reply Aligned. "I mean ... Would you like to add the name, Mas?"

"Huh?"

The man looked at his empty plate. Asked him still with a startled romance, "This isn't enough, Race?"

"If you feel full, yes. But if you want to add, I'm happy to—"

"It's over!" tymphal Vishnu. "I'm full! Seriously!"

Conform to a small laugh.

"Yes, I did, Mas. Thanks, you know, Mas Vishnu already want to try my cooking ..until full."

"Hhmmm!"

"How does it feel, Mom? Tastier? Or ... less micin, maybe?" tanya Selaras constantly trying to tease her husband.

Vishnu licked his own lips that were shiny by the oil of his food container earlier, with the eyeballs moving up and down and left.

"Euummhhh …." The Conformal husband thought for a moment. "Lumayan."

"Milk?"

"I mean ... still tastes better your cooking, Ras, than the poor meatball noodles that often pass the nights in front of our rented house," said Vishnu very annoyingly.

'O, huh? My cuisine is compared to the sale of the Mamang-Mamang limb. Huh .. fate, yes, fate why should this be? Why am I singing, anyway?' Aligned to scratch his head that does not itch. 'Having a husband, really, do not understand the romantic meaning? Be present!'

"Oh, so? Well ... I'm very grateful for your willingness, want to taste my processed products, Mas," said Selaras withstood the annoyance.

"Why? I was wrong about the review, huh?"

'It's not wrong, Mom! You are already too much!' rutuk Selaras is still upset. Already trying to seduce, seduce, pamper, humble, generous self-esteem, even patience for a few weeks ago, nothing has paid off. Vishnu is still just like a foreign man who married her by force. Should Align behaving as if he was the one chasing the indifferent man? Heartless! It's cold! Never even touched it at all.

But at least today's events are able to make the harmony survive. Hopefully little by little, Vishnu will change. Even if you don't love them, you may appreciate each other more. Not including the last one ….

"Maas …."

"So much more, anyway?" vishnu asked, getting ready to leave in the vehicle.

"Don't kiss my forehead first, Mom, before work?"

Vishnu just smiled. Wryly. As always. Then just leave without saying goodbye, let alone saying hello.

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Evening creeping night, Vishnu has not yet come home. Either until what time he will be overtime today, as he said last day, or maybe even in harmony who will spend the night in solitude? It is not strange, before the woman was used to sleeping without the presence of the husband. The man prefers a sofa chair rather than a bed with his own wife. Miraculously, So far Selaras still remain patient and survive.

A few moments passed, the drowsiness began to fall. Intermittent Aligned wide yawns and blinked eyes trying to stay awake. Then glanced at the wall clock, already showing the time of almost eleven o'clock.

'Where is Vishnu, huh?' In sync. 'His phone was not active, ' he added, looking through the message on the number of the husband, still stretched a single check.

The man's attitude is still like the beginning of a meeting; cool, cold, and not much to say. With the exception of yesterday morning, before leaving for work, already want to be invited to eat together and listen in harmony. Any change? Of course, although not too maximum. Another thing, at least, Vishnu never forgets the needs needed by his wife through his ATM card.

"My fingers are all kept there, Ras," Vishnu said a few days after they got married. "Whatever, you want to wear anything, I'll never ask. Even if it's less, I can add."

But he forgot that marriage is not only an economic problem, there are still some important points that Vishnu has not yet fulfilled. One of them is about the Conformity; until now still holy, virgin, never touched even though.

"I'm normal, Ras," replied Vishnu when asked the reason about that one. ". proof, I was married before with you, right? Even outside, I've never done anything."

"Yes, I believe in you, Mas," Selaras reply still can not accept the reason of the husband related to his cold attitude. ".. but at least you can try it, although—"

"Because I cannot love you completely, Ras," said Vishnu. "I haven't felt anything about you."

"Because of your late ex-wife?" Aligned to try to investigate. Vishnu nodded slowly as he said, "One of them .. therefore."

As she took a deep breath, she asked, "How long do you need to forget the shadow of your wife, Mas?"

Vishnu.

Such a condition, inevitably, is like being faced with two choices; enduring while pursuing the love of the man, or giving up on the consequences of their marriage ending halfway. Of course, the second option is not expected by Vishnu. Especially if not for reasons of his property and status in the family of Mr. Alex.

In such a gamang situation, it suddenly seemed that he remembered the figure of Fadli. Beloved first. The man who often filled the women's days with love and attention. Fadli's seriousness in a loving relationship since college, making Selaras sure that his soul mate is indeed him. But reality says something else. The woman —forced— must be 'thumb' over her past and her parents' debt of gratitude.

As you can remember, a few days ago Fadli had sent a message to him. Just say hello and ask about his life with Vishnu during this month.

"I hope you're okay, Laras, '" Fadli wrote on WhatsApp. "I'm sure Vishnu can give you happiness …."

Close your eyes. Bemoan. Don't know what to say. The words Fadli wrote to him felt like a mere satire.

"I'm sorry if during our relationship first, I let you down a lot, Laras," Fadli wrote. "Honestly, if you change your mind, I still hope for a lot of you …."

It means Fadli is still opening his heart to Harmony. He could not forget the woman. Would waiting? Wh-wh-what for? Or does she know the current home life of her ex-lover?

Of all the messages received from Fadli, not a single one has been replied to in harmony. Not that I don't want to, but ….

Suddenly the phone rang. There's a call from the number ….

"Hello, Mas Vishnu."

"Ras, I'm ahead. Please open the door, dong!"

Vishnu home.

In a hurry, he ran to the front room to open the door. Then, out there stood a man who had been waiting for.

"Nrash …."

"Mas, what happened to you?" tanya is surprised to see the condition of Vishnu.

Not yet had time to answer, suddenly Vishnu's body collapsed.

"Mas!"

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Vishnu staggered into the house, helped by Selaras memapah body of her husband who several times almost fell.

"Why are you, Mom?" asked the woman trying to exert her strength to support the weight of Vishnu. "Your car doesn't exist either. Where's where?"

Instead of answering, the man chuckled along the steps. There was a stinging smell from his mouth. As far as I know, it smells of alcohol. Then arise in the mind, since when does Vishnu like to drink?

Finally, after much effort, Selaras managed to take her husband up to the bed. Not to forget, remove the bag that is wrapped around the body, and strip the shoes and socks of the man.

"What happened to you, anyway, Mas?" Reconciled wondering. "I think you're gonna change for the better. But, seeing you in this state, it feels like I'm starting to doubt you, Mas."

Clear dots begin to fall down the cheeks in harmony. Occasionally accompanied by sobs of pain, while looking at the face of Vishnu disgusting.

'Yes, the Lord ..' impales the woman. 'Am I starting to hate my husband? This taste, suddenly so do not like to see the figure of Mas Vishnu. Especially in such conditions.'

Drowsiness that had earlier whack, now like vanished. The bedroom was suddenly sickening. Usually on the mattress there, rolled figure in harmony. Alone in loneliness. Tonight Vishnu was lying down, but in a state she never expected. He was drunk and from the snort of breath it smelled a very nauseating smell.

'Mas Fadli ….' The name just whispered from the lips. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the figure of the man. 'If only I had chosen you then, Mom. I'm sure this hell won't be created in my household.'

Back Aligned open-ended Whatsapp messages from Fadli. With a trembling fingers, he intended to repay her. Maybe this is the right time for the ex-lover to know the true condition of harmony. So, slowly he touched the phone screen to write the word ….

"Marine …." Suddenly there was a heavy sound at the side.

The woman turned her head, shocked, seeing that there was a figure she was just about to reply to her message.

"Mas Fadli!" the match between shock and pleasure. "Why are you here? My home? Where did you—"

"Ssthtt …." Fadli put his index finger on his lips in harmony. "Relax, Laras. I came this night because I missed you so much. I still can't forget you, honey."

"Maas …."

"I know what I've been feeling all this time" Fadli added. "You're not happy, are you, with Vishnu?"

"Mas Fadli, I'm sorry for my mistake back then, yes. I really made a wrong choice. I should've kept our relationship going, right?"

"It is already ..." said Fadli while gently rubbing the face in harmony. "Together or not, we can still meet, really, Laras."

"Is that true, Mom?"

"Yes, of course, honey. Because I still love you too much, Laras."

"Me too, Mom. I missed you …."

Slowly Fadli pulled his arm in sync towards the sofa. Vishnu's favorite place all this time spent the nights. That second, for some reason, actually became the first contest of the two men tore time.

"Do it, Mas," said Selaras, closing his eyes ….

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"Bag, wake up, Race!"

A small pat perched many times on the woman's cheek. In line to sigh, then squirm for a moment with the eyes still closed. "What time is it, Mom?" ask Vishnu's wife while pulling the blanket, because the cold air feels pore-piercing.

"Almost morning, Race. Awake."

"Aahhh, Mas ..." exclaimed Spoiled harmoniously. Even shifting the body to hold tightly the figure beside him. "Can't we not wake up this morning, Mom? At least—"

" … but I have to go to work, Race."

Slowly opening your eyes. Then the vague figure that was nearby was clearly visible. At once the woman suffocated in shock as she inched away, "Yes, Lord! Mas Fad ... uh, Mas Vishnu!"

"Yes, it's me" said the figure of the man with him. Nothing else is Vishnu. Husband Aligned himself. "What's up, Race?"

"No! You're not... uh, what are you doing here? We …." Confusedly. He shook his head repeatedly. Still can't believe what he just saw.

"I also feel strange, why are you sleeping here?" timpal Vishnu was shocked. "You too …." The man looked at the condition of the body that was only covered with blankets.

"Yes, God! This can't be happening! No!" pekik Selaras shakes in disbelief. Then she turned back away from her husband. 'I-I .. ah, this is impossible! As I recall last night it was not Mas Vishnu who was with me, but ….'

saturate the woman with a paled face.

"Ras ..." call Vishnu slowly.

'No way! This can't happen!" screams in the heart. 'D-he .. Last night didn't he come home drunk? Ah, then .. a-I .. Mas Fadli, last night he came. Keep us …."

"Ras, what's wrong with you?" ask Vishnu back. He got up about to approach his wife, but Aligned hurriedly dodged.

'No! This is really too much! D-he .. he ... that cold man .. touched me drunk! While I am alone .. ah, where it may be to the point of not realizing that .. ah, my Lord!'

Running backwards. Go into the bathroom and lock yourself in there. Cowering in the corner of the room under a shower of cold water.

From the outside, Vishnu knocked on the door and called his wife. "Ras, I want to talk. Come out for a moment, Ras," cried the man softly. "I also really don't understand, what happened to us last night."

In harmony not to listen. He covered his ears with his palms. Her crying slowly broke off to compensate for the splashing sound of falling water soaking from the shower.

'No! I did not want to be touched by that cold man in an unconscious state! I'm disgusted!' jerit Aligned back in sedu sedan. 'Is it so low that I should get my own rights in such a despicable way? As I thought, last night it was Mas Fadli ….'

Fadli's?

In order to stop her crying.

'Mas Fadli? Yeah, God! Is it true, he was the one who came last night?' Women try to remember. 'I recall ... indeed Mas Fadli who .. ah, where did he come from? How could he know where I live with Mas Vishnu? But last night really felt real to me. His figure, his voice, even that touch .. ah, yes, God! Is that just my hallucination?'

Repeatedly patting the head. Hoping to wake up from the shadow in his mind that is increasingly difficult to understand. But still, the more repressed the memory of last night's events, the more dizzy the woman. Until he was glued for some time under a shower of cold water.

"Mas ..." call it as soon as it comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around the body. Looking for the person who had been with him all this time. "Mas Vishnu, you haven't left, have you?"

There's no answer. Silent. Similarly, when entering the bedroom and other rooms. Equally empty without the sighting of Vishnu. There was no vehicle in front either.

'O, yes ... didn't Mas Vishnu come home last night without a car?' Suddenly Recalling the beginning of last night. 'Where and where was he last night? Did he really come home late from the office?'

Questions piled up inside the woman's head. Just checking his phone, Vishnu sent a message before disappearing earlier.

"Sorry, Ras, I left without telling you. I hope, you are well" Vishnu wrote in his message. "I really don't know what happened to us last night. You know as soon as you wake up, you're by my side."

Synchronously clucking. Nothing could give any answer to what happened last night. His mind was busy looking around to find out, was it true that Fadli came last night?

"No, Laras. I never see you anytime. In fact, I myself do not yet know where you live at the moment," Fadli replied so Alignedly wondering. "You're okay, aren't you, Laras?"

Some missed incoming calls adorn the notification screen. Everything comes from Vishnu's number.

'Yes, God! Was last night just a dream?' As soon as I asked myself. 'Is it because all this time I was expecting too much from Mas Vishnu, then became obsessed with returning to Mas Fadli? Or maybe, I'm going crazy about my marriage right now?'

Once again before changing clothes, trying to remember. Last night's conversation with Fadli, then the man's touch, then .. the woman looked down for a while.

' … I don't feel any change in my body. Everything feels like normal. Nothing is lost, nor sick ….'

Finally, Aligned sent a special message to Fadli, "I want to meet you, Mas. Today too."

The message was immediately double-stamped and blue. A moment later it appeared that Fadli was typing something. Don't know what. Because Selaras quickly swung his phone on the mattress, then rushed to wear clothes.

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Aligned self in front of the mirror while smiling cheerfully. She momentarily advanced her head to scrutinize the makeup on her face. Then he got up from his seat and twisted his body and said, "I'm already looking beautiful, right, Mas Fadli? Look ... I'm still like the Laras you knew before. Hhmmm, you will definitely be fascinated to see me. Hehe."

TING!

Sound notification on the phone in harmony. A message came in. The woman grabbed her dress, opened it and read it. From Fadli.

"I'm sorry, Laras," wrote the man's ex-lover. "I can't keep up with your request. We can't meet today."

Aligned frowning. He asked, "Why, Mom?"

"I ask him today, Mas," urged Aligned accompanied by emoticons two palms sticking up standing. Begged. "There's something I want to talk to you about."

"One more time, I'm sorry. I can't."

"Why, anyway, Mas?" tanya Perplexed. "I think you still love me? But why have you changed now?"

After a while, the conversation stopped. Blue ticks freeze on the screen without any backlash. Aligned snorting annoyed. Soon he picked up a phone picture to call Fadli's number via voice chat. Ringing, but not lifting.

"Let's go, Mas Fadli!" sebaras increasingly upset. "I need you! Lift, dong!"

It's still as it was. Her phone call was not picked up. It is the incoming message that comes.

"Sorry, Laras. I'm outside again. I can't take your phone call" Fadli wrote from across the street.

"Let's go right now, Mom! I want to talk to you now!" yelling Hysterically accompanied by sobbing. This time through voice mail.

"Relax, Laras. Quiet." Calm." Fadli tried to calm down. "I promise you, one day we will meet. But not now."

"I'm telling you now, Mas Fadli!" Back to shouting. "I can't stand all this! My marriage, and also that heartless man!"

"You mean ... Vishnu?"

"Who else? Who do you think I've been married to, huh? Not you, Fadli!"

"Yes, God! Relax, Laras. Calm down," wrote Fadli as if panicking at the voice message.

"No! I don't want to calm down before you fulfill my request, Fadli!"

The conversation stopped altogether, though it repeatedly sent voice messages and phone calls. Just futile. None were responded by Fadli.

"Damn it!" pekik Selaras while slamming the phone into the mattress. "All the men in the world are the same! No one can understand my feelings! Aarrghh!"

The woman ruffled the makeup on the face with her ten fingers, accompanied by a heartbreaking roar of tears. He's upset and angry. To himself, or both of the men he was referring to. Vishnu and Fadli.

Some time, the tune sniffed itself in front of the mirror, then flipped the body and scattered onto the bed. Then a man appeared in the doorway of the room.

"Nrash …."

Aligned to stop crying, raise your head, then turn to the direction of the origin of the sound. "Mas Fadli?" ask the woman spontaneously.

The figure approached.

"Oh, no! You …." Inching away.

"Ras ..." call the figure down. "You're okay, aren't you?"

"Mas Vishnu ..." said Selaras while looking at the man who walked up to him.

"Aren't you leaving for work?"

That figure was Vishnu. Husband Aligned. For some reason, he suddenly returned home quietly like that. The man then asked, grabbing his wife's body which looked still confused, "You're sick, Ras? Your face is so pale. Here …."

Vishnu pulls the body into his embrace. Clenching tightly with warmth.

"Mas ..." Sighs. Let Vishnu embrace her for the first time.

"A-i ... a-i …."

"I'm sorry, Ras," whispered Vishnu softly. "I just left you. I feel guilty. Then .. I decided to go back and see how you are. Turns out …."

"Maas …."

In harmony reciprocated her husband's embrace tightly. The mundah that was felt, gradually faded. Change the calmness and happiness in the heart, as if flying, floating around in circles in the realm of nirvana. So long waiting for the attention of Vishnu, today can be realized.

"You sick, Race?" ask Vishnu after taking off his embrace. Looking at the makeup on the face of the already irregular harmony, then feel the forehead of the woman. Heat. "We're on medication, huh?"

"I'm fine, Mas," replied Selaras while wiping the clear grain on the eye fertilizer. "I'm healthy, really. I'm just—"

"No, Ras," call it Vishnu. "You're hot."

"I-i …."

"I take you for treatment right now," said Vishnu while pulling the body to get out of bed and immediately stand up. "You, huh?"

"Mas, I …."

"Come, come with me, Ras."

Aligned to refuse. He obeyed Vishnu's invitation, walking out of the room, having previously removed the disheveled makeup.

"Mas Vishnu …."

"Hmmm?"

"May I ask you one more time?"

"What's that?" ask Vishnu wonder.

Aligned smile. He put both his hands on the man's shoulders."Hug me again."

Vishnu. The reply was then, "T-of course, R-ras. T-certain …."

In harmony immediately immersed his body in the arms of Vishnu. He was eager to feel the sensation of warmth again, while closing his eyes, then imagined the man in front of him was Fadli.

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Vishnu and Selaras came out hand in hand from the doctor's examination room. The man's attitude now seems to be slowly changing. Not cold or indifferent as usual.

"Thank you, doc, for your help" Vishnu said before leaving the doctor's office, reaching out to shake hands.

"Sama-sama, Mr. Vishnu. Please always keep an eye on the condition of Bu Selaras," pinta the doctor slowly, after a glance at Vishnu's wife for a moment. "He needs rest, affection and full support from the people closest to him. Especially family and you alone as her husband."

"Of course, doc, I'll make sure of that" Vishnu replied with a meaningful smile.

Aligned not much to say while in the process of the examination earlier. Just answer when asked and tell a little about the things he was feeling all along. Her past, and her married life with her husband.

"I'm fine, aren't I, Mas?" tanya Aligned on the way home in the vehicle. Vishnu turned his head, smiled, then replied, "Sure, Ras. You're healthy, you're."

The woman's eyes twitched for a moment, as if showing dissatisfaction with her husband's answer. Decak from the mouth also occasionally adorned the motion of baldness that he still felt.

"Keep ... Why should I have a psychosomatic test, Mas?" tanya Selaras back surprised Vishnu. The man almost stepped on the brake pedal. The woman asked, "There's no problem, right, with my psyche, Mas? I'm not crazy, am I?"

"Yes, Lord .. Baras," exclaimed Vishnu still in his shock. "You're healthy, honey. There's no problem with you. Believe it."

The shakes do not understand.

"Then, why did you take me to a psychiatrist? You think I—"

"No! That's not what I mean, Ras," said Vishnu hastily cut off his wife's speech. "I was just thinking .. Maybe you're thinking too much about the state of our marriage. Especially my attitude all this time. So ... I'm worried .. it's weighing on your mind. But—"

"You're not happy yourself, are you, with this marriage of ours? Moreover .... we have not been able to love each other until now," said Aligned cleanly, followed by a clear puddle in his eye fertilizers. He started sobbing.

"Yes, Lord ..." cried Vishnu while pulling the vehicle to the shoulder of the road. Stop for a while. "I'm sorry, Ras. Forgive me," said the man, continuing to pull his wife into the arms of the burly body.

The crying became more. He buried his face in the chest of the husband, until the tears poured down Vishnu's shirt.

"Cry, Honey. Spill all your irritation on me" whispered Vishnu, gently rubbing his wife's head. "From the beginning, it was all my fault. It's not appropriate for me to treat you like this. Please, forgive me …."

For a moment, Vishnu let Selaras cry in his arms. Slowly, it began to subside. That burly hand reflex grabbed a piece of tissue available on top of the vehicle's dashboard. Then stretch the deck, and wipe the tears on the cheek of the wife.

"You still want to cry, honey?" ask Vishnu gently. Not without cause, he knows that crying might be a little help to relieve the turmoil that is residing in the heart of the harmony. As it is now.

The woman nodded slowly.

" … or you want …." Vishnu did not continue his words. After a while looking at the eyes of the Conformists, then the face of the man advanced, approached, then ….

"Ah, no, Mas!" In retreat, keep his body away from Vishnu's gaze.

"Why, Race? You don't want that from me?" The man was astonished. "I'm your husband. We are legally married. No ban whatsoever about—"

"That's not the case, Mommy."

"Then?"

Correspondingly answering with a straight-forward look, "Isn't there a better place to begin your duty, Mas?"

"Eh …." Vishnu suddenly misbehaved.

"Don't you have to work?"

"O, yes. But ... I've already asked permission not to enter the office today," replied the man while pretending to wipe his shirt wet with tears.

"Continue?" tanya Reconciled.

Vishnu turned, clumsy. "Teruuuss ... teruuusss ... continue what, yes, Race?"

Smiling at himself. Again, without looking at her husband.

"I want to go home, Mom."

"Oh, okay. We're back home now, okay?" said Vishnu sprightly, immediately set the gear lever, then drive the vehicle.

Said a moment after continuing the journey, ". .. at home will be better and more comfortable, Mas."

Spontaneous Vishnu turned. He asked, "For?"

The woman snickered for a moment, then replied, "Otherwise?" He winked. Flirtatious.

"What, anyway? I—"

" … who just, Mom."

"Huh?"

"You want to, don't you?"

Vishnu did not answer. His left hand immediately picked up the rest of the tissue on the dashboard, then gave it to Aligned. "Take this, Ras," said the man, accompanied by his jakun who was moving down.

"Make what?" tanya Confused.

Vishnu smiled knot.

"You don't want your sheets to get dirty, do you?" ask the guy to flirt.

"Iihh, you!"

Vishnu laughed out loud. How not, his pretense towards Aligned all this time will finally end.

'Thank you, Mas, ' Satin' in harmony. 'My wait for you, today will soon be realized. It makes me even more sure that you still love me, Mas Fadli ….'

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The smell of drugs filled the large room, complete with a series of patient beds divided into two parts. All six are. Two of the banjars are empty.

"The patient next to the mother had just died this afternoon" said one of the visitors to Selaras, who sat glued to the side of the bed. An old woman waiting for a patient. Just this week came with a man of his age, lying weak since their arrival.

"What pain, Mom?" the young woman asked, looking at Fadli, who was lying pale next to her.

The visitor shook his head.

"Lacking to know, Ma'am. Probably the same with that one …." The woman's eyes moved pointing at Fadli.

"Yes, Lord ..." sighed in awe.

Fadli himself had only been treated there for about three days. Initially complained of pain in the chest, then fell unconscious and immediately rushed to the hospital.

"Embak's Husband?"

Aligned lifting face. Surprised to get such a question from the old lady.

"No, ma'am," replied Slowly. "We're not married yet, but we're going to have a wedding a few days ago."

"I mean Embak?" The old woman frowned. "Bak and Mas it …."

Aligned with sadness.

"Three days ago ... we should have had a wedding," said Selaras began to tell the story. ". but reality says otherwise, ma'am. Mas Fadli fell ill while preparing for our reception."

"Yes, God!"

As he continued his expression, "Mas Fadli does have heart disease. Maybe because he was too excited, to ignore his own health. He was exhausted, then fell unconscious on the lap stage. The place we were supposed to sit together the next day."

The old woman approached, grabbed the parallel fingers, then grasped them tightly. "I'm sorry, yes, because I was presumptuous to wonder the same. I don't know—"

"It's okay, ma'am," he said, trying hard. "This has been our destiny. Most importantly, Mas Fadli was able to recover and …."

"Patience, yes, Ma'am."

The old woman hugged Alas, stroked her hair gently, and whispered, "I can only pray, Ma'am, for the health of the future husband of this Mbak."

Aligned nodding in the arms of the old woman.

"Thank you, ma'am," whispered. "The same prayer, for your husband. May we all be reunited happily."

"Aamiin's."

It was the third day of being there. Loyal accompanied Fadli since being treated in the hospital. His parents and prospective female in-laws have repeatedly requested that Alparas go home. Rejected though. He insisted he wanted to wait for Fadli to recover.

"This .. Father and Mother bring clothes, mukena, and prayer mats for you, Laras," said Mr. Sugara as he came to visit yesterday. "Today you haven't changed your clothes. Take a shower, baby."

"Have you eaten, son?" Mama Selaras also asked.

The woman shook her head in a doldrums.

Mr. Sugara added, "Eat first, Ras. Keep showering. Let me take care of Fadli."

Aligned according. He rushed to the restroom available in the room. Bathe, change clothes, then eat even if only a few mouthfuls.

By evening, the two parents say goodbye back home. They left two of their beloved figures there.

"Sir Haris and Miss Rieke haven't come yet, son?" ask Aligned Mother about both of Fadli's parents before leaving the treatment room.

"Maybe it's night, ma'am," replied Aligned with a grim face. "Just this morning they came home from here. Alternately keep Mas Fadli."

"Oohhh …." Mother Aligned nodding. "Wouldn't you go home first, son. Rest at home until—"

"No, ma'am," said Aligned. "Laras still wants to be here with Mas Fadli."

"But …."

Staring at his parents, he said, "Mother and Father need not worry. Barrels are healthy, really. Baras can take care of himself. It's just ... At the moment, Laras just wants to accompany Mas Fadli."

Mama turned to her husband.

"Yes, that's it, then," said Mr. Sugara. "Take care of yourself, yeah, honey. Especially your health."

"If there's anything, call Mom and Dad, okay?"

Correspondingly nods.

At night, both of Fadli's parents stopped coming because of something. Align and calm them.

"It's okay, Mr-Bu," he said in a telephone conversation. "Let Laras take care of Mas Fadli. Last afternoon, old man Laras also came to visit, really."

"Oh, so, huh?" reply Mr. Haris over there. "Yes, that's it. But Father and Mother promise, tomorrow morning we come there, yes, son."

"Yes, sir."

Tonight he was forced to keep Fadli alone. Fall asleep sitting next to the lover who is still not aware of his stupor since it first came last. Until then, the woman woke up because she felt a soft touch rubbing the tip of her head.

"Mas Fadli ..." exclaimed In shock. He saw the man smiling at him. "Mas is conscious?"

Fadli blinked his eyes slowly. It still looks weak, with the winding of the infusion hose in the hand and oxygen attached to both nostrils.

"W-what's the news, S-honey?" fadli asked half-whispered and broken.

Aligned tasting her lover's hands full of love. The smile was immediately out to decorate the face of the woman because she was happy. Fadli is awake, and hopes to recover as soon as possible.

"Well, Mas," replied Aligned Semringah. "I'm healthy. I'm happy, Mas Fadli is awake."

Fadli smiled weakly.

"I-I'm s-honey s-sama k-you, Rasss …."

"Me too, Mom. I love you so much."

Fadli smiled again. His blink of an eye weakened even more, with the eyeball occasionally twitching upwards.

"Mass?"

As soon as he got up from his seat. Approaching Fadli's face, and rubbing the tip of the man's head.

"M-mu .. afhhkann a-aakhuu, R-rasshh. Uhhh …."

"Yes, God! Mas Fadli!" pekik Parallel to panic. "Why are you, Mas? Mas! Mas Fadli!"

"r-raaasshhh …."

"Mas Fadli!" yelling in harmony made some of the patient waiters in the room also woke up in shock. "Please call the doctor! Help u! Please Mas Fadli-ku!"

The condition suddenly became boisterous. Several medical personnel arrived after being called by one of the visitors to the room. Quickly they prepare equipment that is connected to the electricity. Then …

"Mas Fadli!" yells in harmony to slap a hug on the figure of the lover. Wailing. Crying in Fadli's chest that is no longer beating.

Unexpectedly, that night was the last night in harmony to hear Fadli's voice. The lover greets and expresses his love as a sign of separation.

The woman did not believe that the beloved man was gone forever. He still thinks Fadli is alive. Continue their story and re-knit the plan to build a household.

Since then, Selaras turned into a sullen figure. Frequently scatters themselves. It was as if he was having a friendly conversation with his lover out there ….

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Aligned still squatting silently in front of the navel with tears. Mournfully. Fadli, the lover, had just been buried there, leaving all the sadness that was getting slashing. The woman was closed, lowered her head, and her lips refused to stop reciting prayer sentences.

"Replace, go home, yuk," asked Mother Aligned gently while rubbing her daughter's shoulder. "We've been here too long. Let Fadli rest deng—"

"Laras wants to be here first, ma'am," said Selaras lirih. "If you're the same mother you want to go home, go first. Later on the new."

She glanced at her husband who was standing not far from them, then at the couple Pak Haris and Bu Rieke beside Mr. Sugara.

"How is this, sir?" ask Bu Rieke to Mr. Sugara. "There's no way we're leaving Laras alone here. Especially in such circumstances."

Mr. Sugara took a deep breath. Worryingly. But inevitably, he had to make a decision immediately. So, slowly approaching the figure of his son, then said slowly, "Honey, you should rest Laras first at home. Calm your mind. We continue to pray there, yes. How's it?"

As he opened his eyes, turned to his father, then replied softly, "Laras wants to be here to accompany Mas Fadli, sir."

Mr. Sugara also crouched down beside the Conform. Without looking at his son, the old man rubbed the gravestone that had stuck on Fadli's grave, then muttered, "Father knows what Laras is feeling right now, dear. We are sad too. Father, Mother, the fathers of the late Nak Fadli. We all feel the same. Losing someone we love. What's more .. Baras himself. But—"

"Go home, Sir. Barrel just wants to be here for some time." Aligned persisted. "Pity Mas Fadli if abandoned …."

"Yes, Lord .. Laras," exhorted the Mother as she quickly embraced her daughter. "Patience, Honey. Barrel is not bol—"

"Mom!"

The old woman glanced at her husband. Mr. Sugara gave a signal through the index finger attached to the lips. He asked his wife to be quiet. Then pull Mom's arm away from there and gather with Pak Haris and Bu Rieke.

"I will accompany him here until he wants to go home" whispered Mr. Sugara to the three. "Go home first. Next business, we'll talk back."

"But, Mr …." Ms. Selaras seems to disagree with her husband's advice.

Mr. Sugara patted his wife on the shoulder, then said, "Go home with Mr. Haris and Ms. Rieke. I'll try to persuade Laras to—"

"Want to go home now, Mr-Bu." Suddenly Aligned was already standing behind them. The four old men looked in shock.

"Without?!"

Aligned not to say. The woman rushed to a parked vehicle not far from the cemetery.

Without waiting for the command, the four of them immediately followed in Harmony. Of course without any chatter. They compact shut their mouths tightly because they were worried that they would change the decision.

On the way, not a single word came out of them. All mute with the bersamuk mind of each. Especially harmonious. She looked so sad with a blank look and a patter of tears that did not stop wetting her cheeks.

The days at Mr. Sugara's family home turned silent. Aligned more at home confined themselves in the room, while both parents are busy lamenting the fate of the child. Everything becomes bland. No more joy. In addition to the sound of sobs that often decorate in the room there.

"Until when will Laras be like that, sir?" ask Mother Harmony one day to her husband. "I'm worried, our son—"

"We just bring medicine, yes, Mom," suggested Mr. Sugara. "To a psychiatrist, maybe, or .. ah, I just remembered!"

"Remember what, sir?" ask Mama Selaras shocked and curious.

"Here, ma'am" whispered the old man pulling his wife's body closer. "I happen to have friends. A few weeks ago, I met him, a college friend first …."

"Yes, Sir. Then?" ask Mommy Aligned while holding her breath from the scent of her husband's mouth so close. Her lips moved upwards to react.

"You know Alex, don't you?"

"No!" mama replied Aligned with a red face due to holding her breath for too long.

"Lho .. What, don't know? How, the hell, is this Mom?" mr Sugara's Protest.

"He was, ' right, my college friend, not my aliah madrasah friend," replied Alas's mother, the paler the look on her face.

"O, yes ... right too, huh? Hehehe," said Mr. Sugara with his laughter. But only for a moment, until then examine the condition of the face of the wife. "Why are you, Mom? Your face is about to explode, so."

"OK, a minute …." The old lady stayed away for a moment. Turn the other way, exhale, regulate, then breathe a lot of air for oxygen stock in the lungs. ".. continue again now, sir."

Mr. Sugara pulled his wife back closer. It's almost docked now. Worried their chatter was heard by the Conformists. That was the reason for the old man.

"Look, Mom …." Mr. Sugara continued his story, embraced by Ms. Aligned while —keback— held his breath. "Sir Alex, who has lived a long life of a widower, has a young boy. Believe in the Conformance …."

"Yes. Then?" This time the old woman's nose was twitching.

" … unfortunately, Mr. Alex's son .. also a widower. But without kids, anyway. Just a few months ago his wife left."

"died? To where? So TKW?"

"Hus! Offhanded!" exclaimed Mr. Sugara to the tip of Mother's nose in heat hit the air of her husband's mouth. "Sir Alex is a family of businessmen, ma'am. His son-in-law's time was left TKW?"

"Then?" ask Mother Aligned. "Snap, dong, story!" He wanted to immediately put an end to his pain pressure back then.

"The wife of Mr. Alex's son died" said Mr. Sugara.

"Oohhh …." Mother Aligned nodding. Forgetting the oxygen stock in his parlor was drained wastefully just now.

"Well, the last time we met was, Mr. Alex once told me, that he was eager to establish a family leash with us."

"Order?"

"The meaning is more or less like that, Mom," said Mr. Sugara semringah. "Just ... that time our son, right, was engaged to Fad .. uh, the late Nak Fadli. So, I had no other choice but to refuse properly, with reason."

"Now you want to match our son with Mr Alex the widower?"

"That, Mom. Not the Alex! Even if they're both widows."

"Oohh .. kirain."

"Yes, geez!"

"About Alex's son, he's not married yet or is he, sir? Don't even sell out! No, young widows and tajirs. Who, the hell, would dare to flirt?"

"Makanya .. I want to get there as soon as possible. Hopefully his son Alex is still single. So, we can continue the offer from Mr. Alex first. How, Mom?"

Mommy Alignedly replied, "Will Aligned be betrothed to her son Mr Alex, sir?"

"We'll try it first, ma'am. It's, right, for the good of our son too. Simultaneously .. establish friendship back with my friend first."

With the condition of the face red, Mother Correspondingly chimed, "As far as the Father, deh. The important thing is that our son is back as cheerful as ever, sir."

Mr. Sugara smiled, withdrawing from their close-up chat.

"Abuehhh .. relievedaa!" exclaimed Mommy Aligned while looking for fresh air.

Finally, after contacting Mr. Alex first, the next day, Mr. Sugara and Mr. Aligned went to the former home of the old man's college friend. Leaving Alas alone in his room.

It was the parents' second biggest mistake, leaving the depressed Alignas unaccompanied.

Then something terrible happened once they got home.

"It stinks of gas, sir!" exclaims Mother Aligned while sniffing the distinctive aroma of the kitchen fuel.

"Yes, God!" Mr. Sugara was surprised. "Mom forgot the stove?"

"No, Sir!"

Mr. Sugara immediately ran into the kitchen shouting, "Don't turn on electricity, Mom! Open the doors and windows wide!" A few moments later, he returned in panic. "In the kitchen there are no gas cylinders, ma'am! Keep this smell …."

The husband and wife turned to their daughter's room.

"Help?"

Sure enough, as soon as the door of the room was opened, the pungent smell instantly slapped them.

"Clearned!" shouted Mr. Sugara in panic. Directly poured inside and found the figure of Aligned lying on top of the bed. While not far from there, a gas cylinder with a truncated hose fizzed out a stifling aroma.

"ALONE!"

...SERIATE...