After the First Night
Chapter 29's

**While I'm tired, I won't let me moan

Even if it's hard, I'll never scream

Try your hardest to repackage the scattered heart

As strong as the heart will survive until the fortress collapses

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Happy reading**

Arzan opened the door of his closed room, just as his feet reached the room he was startled by the sound of his wife.

"It's over?"

Arzan was surprised, he looked for the source of the sound. The wife who was sitting looked at him from the lip of the bed.

"Who-you mean?" The man stuttered. He looked at Aisha nervously. The woman who was staring at him got off the bed, walking up to him with an expressionless look.

"I'm just asking if it's over, but why do you look so nervous?"

"G ... Notwithstanding. Who is nervous?" Arzan tried to calm the rhythm of his heart beating faster than usual.

"really?"

"Yeah. What did you ask?"

"I was just asking, has Mas finished talking to Dita? For almost an hour I waited in my room. The water I've prepared from earlier, but the mas does not appear."

"Ah yes, Sorry. I was just advising him because the snacks he ate were messy."

Aisyah just ooh without a sound.

"I'm gonna take a shower, my body's sticky."

"Yes, shower. Don't forget the prayer." said Aisyah flatly. The man in front of him only frowned inexplicably. In the next instant he chose to ignore his mysterious-looking wife. He immediately entered the bathroom, flushing his sticky body. Her heat struggle in the afternoon completely drained her energy. Even the distinctive smell of love is still smelled all over his body. While cleaning his upper body, he accidentally saw a red mark printed clearly on his chest, upsetting him.

"I told you not to make it, but it's still stubborn. If Aisha sees it, how about?" he tried rubbing on the part, but in vain because the red mark would not disappear for a few days.

Meanwhile, Aisyah was standing in front of the window. Look blankly at the view out there. If usually he would be enthusiastic about the roses blooming down there, but not with this afternoon. The sky looks reddish indicating that the day will change at night. Dusk began to say hello, the moon looked embarrassed to appear completely. A clear thread involuntarily threaded just soaked his face, there was no smile left from those lips.

The sound of the bathroom door opening, he quickly wiped his tears. Do not want to look weak in front of the husband, so he must cover whatever he feels best.

Aisyah let her husband wear clothes, after if finished she just approached the husband. Glanced briefly at the pile of clothes that were prepared. Untouchable because her husband was wearing the clothes he had chosen himself from the closet. Without much comment he immediately took the clothes, put them into the closet and arranged them neatly. After she finished, she put the towel on her former husband's bed into place. Arzan who saw that raised his eyebrows in wonder. His forehead seemed to wrinkle deeply, because if usually Aisyah will nag if she sees used towels scattered on the bed. The clothes he had prepared were not worn by Arzan. Still ringing in his ear the wife's nagging that now never heard again.

"Mas, if you finish the bath the towel do not scatter dong. It'll get wet with the seprey." Aisyah continued to nag while putting down her husband's used towel. When she sees her husband not wearing the clothes she prepared, she will also seem upset and nagging.

"Darling, that shirt is too long. I'm sick of wearing it." Arzan.

If it had been embraced like that, Ayesha would have crumbled and stopped nagging. His smile would rise in place of his frustration. But it's not all there anymore. No wife nagged just because of the towel she forgot to put down after taking a shower. There is no more nagging just because he does not wear clothes that have been prepared. His wife has changed, more silent and not as chatty as when newly married. That cheerful smile was no more, only a bitter smile was forced. And actually the man missed Aisyah's Nausea and that cheerful smile. Has he hurt his wife so much? Has his attitude really hurt him? Guilt now filled his heart.

"Would you like to eat now?" ask Aisyah.

"Later on, I'm still tired."

"Yes obviously tired, 'the abis came home from work even there is additional work." said the woman as she closed the room window. Arzan again frowned not understanding.

"Let me flinch, huh?" Aisyah tried to offer herself.

"no need. I just need to sleep for a minute."

"Obviously there's no need, because it's been in the massage, right?"

"You mean what Ayesha? I'm tired and you're not speaking clearly the juntrungan."

"Rest me, I'll prepare dinner" he said as it passed.

"What the hell does he mean? Why is he talking as if he is insinuating?" it was when his wife's body disappeared behind the door.

He lay his body on the bed, trying to close his eyes to relieve the attacking fatigue.

Meanwhile Aisyah did not go straight down to prepare dinner. He went to Dita's room at the end of the floor, knocked on the door and heard Dita's voice telling him to come in. Aisha came in and found her sister lying on the bed. The girl looked at her brother lazily.

"Sister? Why here?"

"Aren't you in the shower?"

"Later, I'm tired. Dryness, wait for the sweat to disappear." he said cuek without changing position. He only wears a pliers-top and thigh-length shorts.

"Capek what?"

"Sporting abus." answered Dita accordingly.

"Oh, is the look of the sport you did this afternoon so much fun?"

"What the hell, brother? What brother is here? Mending Brother prepare dinner. I'm laper!" sergeant the girl sat down. He was disturbed at his arrival. Free to ruin his mood.

"Why don't you help me in the kitchen?"

"Yes males, my brother. Later my hands blisters, free dong my expensive nail care. Brother there, it's my duty in the kitchen." he immediately set foot on the floor, stepping lazily into the bathroom.

Aisyah took a heavy breath, looking at her sister's departure with pushy eyes.