
The widowed Nola's eyes were so sharp they looked at me, like they wanted to invite hostility. But everything I took off so as not to get bad, because I didn't want to create problems for him, and maybe he just accidentally hit my shoulder.
"Hey baby, come here! Why bengong there," call Mas Adit.
"Oh yes, my mother! Just a moment" I replied.
"Tumben noon here? What was? Is there anything important?" tanyakanya.
"No, just sending food, because I know very well that Mas Adit has not eaten," I explained.
"You are indeed the best wife, always pay attention to the condition of the husband even though it is small," he said.
Smart also praise let alone take heart.
"Yes it must be considered, because this is all for your health as well, if it hurts Ana will also be troubled, let alone there is Aliya also to be considered," I explained.
"Heeem .. hmm."
Already sitting near the husband, who was relaxing selonjoran foot disofa.
"Ooh yeah Mas, how can that Nola brother be here too? as if following us only," my suspicions asked.
Food cover opened. I can't wait to eat all the food.
"Who's following?" ask with a mouth full of food.
"Geez, didn't you hear what I said?" Regret for his question
"That's Nola's Mas Adit's upperclassman, why is she here together? Kind of know if we've returned to Indonesia, like a spy just follow us continue," said I who still feel suspicious.
Direct to the point suspicious, because it already feels strange to Nola that there seems to be an element of intentional.
"You don't su'udzon just yet, baby. He came here indeed Mas who contacted, to be invited to work together in business. Problem followed us, it didn't exist at all. He came home earlier than us yesterday" he explained.
Turns out wrong. It has missed all the feelings that had suspected.
"Why are you suspicious of him? Even though she is a good woman, and never make trouble with you," said Mas Adit praised the widow bahenol.
"Yes ..yeah, I'm the one here who wrongly suspected him, and he was always right and good in your eyes," I replied annoyed with a face already pouted.
His defense instantly made the mood so big. Don't accept I'm the only one who gets blamed.
"I've brought you food, and your eyes have seen you eat, so now I want to go home, because there are so many things I want to do" I said, standing right off the couch, to walk away.
When the hand was holding the doorknob, the hand of the king Adit was on top holding my hand, which was accompanied by staring at my face sharply and strangely.
"You just play away, don't ask first if I allow you," he said unhappily.
"Well, how do you keep going? Wait for Mas Adit to finish this job!" answer ketusku.
"Not so, Ana. I mean wait till we finish, that's it. 'Can't be good to eat alone, '" he explained.
"That's Mas' business, and I also have other business," I rentot who won't lose.
"You why the hell! I'm angry and don't like Nola at all?" back to his suspicious response.
"Heeeeh, there's nothing, Mas. Maybe it's just you, who see me as if you don't like it. Ah, I want to go home! Tired of responding to Mas's words," My frustration turned to the husband's accusation.
"Take a minute, Mom. I can't breathe!"
"Duh, sorry dear."
"Uuhh .. so strong are you hugging," I said.
"Hahahha, sorry dear. You are also finished! It looks angry, and I just don't like it when you're angry. 'Can't be that good, '" he responded.
"Yes .. yes, I admit that I am a little upset and angry. Not that you're defending your own wife, but instead defending your upperclassman" I confess.
"But I kissed your anger on Mas instead of defending Nola! But it leads to jealousy, "It's his suspicion that makes me a little uncomfortable.
"What's? Of jealousy? Haha, the widow? Is it not wrong to talk? If you look at the way I know, than he who is always sexy with his red lipstick that, instead of beautiful but looks like a monster, has a deep wrinkle, is not ashamed what?" hinai.
"Well, very bad, if the problem is about people, really mar kotop dah you!" adit's response gave me two thumbs up.
"Ciih, hhhh."
After the length of our conversation, I was forced to wait for Mas Adit to eat until it was over. My work now sits only at his great spell, with many times turning the maps containing papers that I do not understand the meaning, and in the end my hand stopped turning, because he had read a paper with the contents of a cooperation agreement with the company of the widow bahenol, which is the supply of cloths that will be sewn in the company of Adit mas as a finished garment.
"Mas has finished eating, now you can go home, pity Aliya at home" he said, which shocked me.
And at once it immediately closed the map, so as not to find out that I had read what was the agreement between them, because this self there was something unpleasant and awkward feeling for their cooperation.
"Oh yes, Mas. I'm going home now!" I answered immediately standing up from his chair.
"You be careful on the road, greet our son that his father misses him" Adit said.
"Okay, I will convey your message," answered me who had stepped up, to take the food container used by my husband to eat.
"All right, let me go home first" I said.
"Eeeiiit, wait! Always play and be in a hurry!" preventably.
"What the hell is it, Maaas!."
"This ... this .. nih, there's something you've forgotten," point it towards the cheek to kiss.
"Jeez, these days are asking for romantic things."
"Yes .. that's it, it has to be! Let the work spirit know."
"Yes .. yes, here! Cuuup .. cup," The behavior of me who kissed his cheek on the left and right.
"Already, yeah! I can go now, right?" ask me again, because I fear that Adit will get in the way again.
"okay! Be careful on the road, I can't take you to the front, because there's more work piled up," reason.
"Yes I understand, Mom, I'm gone first. Assalamualiaum," my uncle immediately kissed his back hand.
"Getishalam."
The brain is at work, to think that is not good anymore. Had the cooperation really happened, surely the widow would have been free to tease Adit, and I as his faithful wife would not have allowed all that to happen. Eyes continue to be empty, because the mind is afraid to think about what will be my challenge again.