Berlianku My wife
114. Believed

Alya waited for her husband while reading a book about marriage. As an educated woman, Alya likes to read. Alya also felt that her marriage was unprepared and was still corny, there were still many shortcomings. So Alya tried to buy a best seller book as a supply of Alya to be a wife and mother.

Alya was silent, her thoughts entered into the message conveyed in the book. Alya looked over all her travels. From before she got married to the point now. Although Alya did not want this marriage at first, but the ending Alya himself agreed. That means what Bu Siti said was right, Alya was wrong.

"Hemm, is that why Mas Ardi doesn't give confidence to me? Did Mas Ardi really not see my change? Even having Miss Siti follow me? Kasian Miss Siti?" alya muttered in heart.

"Ah still should be Mas Ardi can act mature. If I was wrong, he should have spoken to me. If he wanted me not to go again, he should have changed, spent a lot of time on me, everything was discussed. Means that he is the one who is more" murmured Alya again talking to himself.

"The evidence is that he wants to go home quickly, in fact, he has not returned. Elementary"

Alya reread the excerpt of the book she was holding.

"New marriage can be successful if it is intertwined between two different types, such as electric current. The new light will light up, if the positive current and negative current are interconnected. Men and women should not match different traits. Therefore, in addition to women should not match the nature of men or vice versa. Also for the sake of communication. Each must be aware of the difference...." (Liver lantern book).

Alya realized, her communication with her husband was very lacking. Ardi's little time, plus his selfish nature. Ardi's turn is on time, Alya's in the hospital. Alya was also still filled with ego, just always following her thoughts. Alya just acted according to what she thought was right. But not necessarily true. Alya thought, there is something wrong with them.

"I don't want to repeat the same mistake. Must be sure Mas Ardi's love is only for me. But still I think Mas Ardi was wrong too. Or am I the one who doesn't understand? Is it true Anya said. I need to be more aggressive, so that Ardi can trust me? And not hold me back again?" muttered Alya again.

Bu Siti who was waiting for Alya, no activity ended up falling asleep while sitting in the gazebo. Alya looked at Bu Siti deeply, Alya recalled the words of Bu Siti. As Alya's wife must exercise her nature, guarding her household from anything that threatens her. Including Alya had to improve communication with her husband.

Alya smiled in admiration to Bu Siti. The fine snoring of Bu Siti was like a sentence explaining that she was tired, very tired.

Alya realized, even Bu Siti was willing to serve and obey her husband's family because she believed in the Gunawijaya family of good people. But why Alya herself as Mrs Gunawijaya does not believe. Alya sighed, looking at the clock on her phone. It was already 5 and a half.

"Honey. I promise you I learned not to be angry with your father anymore. Help mom yes to be more patient, so a good wife for your father, help mom can also improve your father's attitude" said Alya in his heart while stroking his stomach. Then Alya woke up Bu Siti.

"Mom... Ms. Siti" call Alya gently wagging Ms. Siti's leg.

Siti woke up and opened her eyes.

"Iiya Non" said Bu Siti shocked

Alya smiled gently looking at Bu Siti.

"Ear afternoon. Thanks to Alya. Enter yuk" take Alya to Bu Siti.

"Yes Non, sorry I overslept"

"It's okay. Yes Alya entered first yes, want to take a shower" said Alya friendly and then stood carrying a book and mobile phonenua entered. Alya walked into her room, took a shower of prayers and dressed up.

"Huf... Okay Lian. Mas Ardi's attitude to Ida and Mia is outrageous. But I was wrong too. I cannot repeat my mistakes. From now on I have to believe, speak well, heart to heart. I certainly can" Alya spoke to herself.

Alya is determined, from now on Alya will enjoy her peranya as a wife. Alya will try to give her best for her husband. Anya's books, advice and messages mean a lot to Alya. Alya does not want her husband to be interested in other women, especially men. Alya also wanted her husband to be at home.

Alya had already placed Ardi in her heart and filled her mind. Ardi's aggressive attitude from the beginning they meet, making Alya trapped in a habit that turns into opium and love. The pain and excessive curiosities become real language, if Alya loves her husband very much.

Alya wants to have Ardi completely. Only pay attention to himself, and are not willing to share with others. It's just that the way to reveal Alya all this time is still wrong. Alya could not explain it well, only able to express with jealousy and think short.

Alya sat in front of the mirror combing her hair. Wearing perfume, powder and lipstick on her lips. Alya also took the initiative herself to wear clothes that her husband liked. Wearing the expensive clothes that Bu Rita bought, which had been idle in the closet.

Alya took her phone. I hope a message comes from her husband. But it turns out to be nil. Ardi is always focused when he is working.

"Maybe it's also what makes Ardi mas successful, must work a lot" muttered Alya positive thinking trying to throw off the prejudice.

Alya stood up and walked to the balcony, looking out at the spacious courtyard of Lord Aryo's palace. Alya's gaze was fixed on the majestic gate at the end of the courtyard. The gate is still closed, the house security is also still cool chatting, enjoying his luck lucky. Because working as a security guard at the Palace of Lord Aryo is like eating a blind salary. Only open the door once in a while his salary is high.

"What has Mama Rita felt every day for so many years? Lonely, and making out with the word wait?" alya muttered in heart. Alya did not know to be alone in the room.

The sky started to blacken again. Garden lights and lawn lights were turned on by the waiter. The voices of Adzan maghrib are heard. Alya walked into her room and closed the balcony door. Then perform maghrib prayer alone.

Expelling the loneliness and careless waiting, Alya took the Qur'an. Open the page of the letter he likes. Alya tried to make peace with her heart and destiny, the role of her obligations and priorities were different.

All Alya's thoughts to get angry disappeared, changed the spirit of welcoming her husband. Ardi promised to take her for a chat. Alyapun guessed it himself, this morning still discussing Kak Farid. Alya himself felt guilty and ashamed of lying to people as good as Kak Farid.

"Sister Farid was very sincere and gentle. He could understand. Doctor Gery can be an adult. He can also definitely understand" Alya muttered again. Alya thought it was good to talk where?

Not long Alya sat down, the doorknob moved. And the door opens. Alya smiled broadly at who was coming.

"Mass?" alya smiled and stood waving her hair, walked up to her husband, kissed his hand and took his bag.

"Ehm" Ardi cleared his throat a little astonished at the appearance of his wife.

"Who is it?" seductive Ardi to his wife because tonight Alya wears lipstick and dresses up.

"Ishh" replied Alya manyun.

"Hehehe. Apparently there's a lost angel in the mas room" ledek Ardi holding his wife's chin.

"What the hell?" alya answered her husband's hand.

"Where are you going, baby? How to wear gini dress? Learn where? Who taught you?" ledek Ardi again while taking off his tie and shirt.

"You are ah nyebelin. Ck. Nyesel me!" cibir Alya shy. Alya hesitates her desperation following Anya's advice is right or wrong.

"Yes, no, but really. Mas pangling, tonight you are very beautiful, here you kiss, cup" replied Ardi while kissing Alya's forehead who stood pouting.

"That yesterday wasn't pretty?"

"Yes, you're always beautiful. But when you're rich, not you, what's wrong?"

"Kok asked that anyway?" alya asked irritatedly and annoyed.

"Ah, why do I think stupid dress up like this, do I look cheap dressing up for my own husband? My husband really sucks!" muttered Alya looking annoyed at her husband. Because her husband's response was laughing.

"Mas wants to take a shower, choose clothes to sleep. Mas also laper has not eaten" replied Ardi did not want to discuss the appearance again.

Alya also prepared a nightgown for her husband. After bathing and praying they went down to dinner. After that they went back to the room. Ardi sat on the sofa room, holding his cell phone.

"Mas bales messages Farid dear, tomorrow morning mas to the Lake" whispered Ardi while hugging Alya.

"Oh, do you want to come too?"

"No mommy, so I cut the ribbon. Do you want to cut a ribbon?" tanya Ardi kissed Alya's hair that was still standing in front of the mattress. Alya took off her husband's hand and sat on the bed.

"It's not funny" Alya replied.

"How funny? Notarial deed will be on your behalf"

"But it has a foundation"

"Yayasan kan has Mamah, later it will be yours too" replied Ardi to sit behind Alya.

"Hemm"

The name Farid Alya recalls Farid's story, about Ardi and the woman named Intan. Alya looked at her husband, doubtful.

"Not ask, right? If Mas Ardi asked you where Intan's name came from, what would I answer? I don't want Mas Ardi to be jealous of me going with Kak Farid, but I'm curious" Alya muttered inwardly.

"Cockeyed that? Mas handsome yah?" tanya Ardi looked at Alya dumbly.

"Have you told Farid about us?" alya asked spontaneously.

"Not yet, will you now?" ask Ardi.

"Byeah, faster is better. Not good backstreet with your own friends"

"Hemm, mas telp or now to the lake? He's overtime, but I don't like talking on the phone"

"Hemmm it's up to me"

"Mas kangen with you all day, mas busy. Tomorrow," replied Ardi hugging his wife again.

"Lian wants to ask me"

"Ask what?"

"Many!"

"Hem, I'm ready to answer anything"

"Why did you stop Ida and Mia? Why did I tell Bu Siti to continue following Lian. Keep going..." Alya stopped saying. Alya wants to ask who Intan is? Time in Lake Farid had called the name Intan. But Alya is confused if asked from whom? Alya doesn't usually lie.

"Oh. That's. I'm sorry, honey, if you run away from the mas, you can't think of anything. Yesterday it was fitting for you in the hospital for their clothes you do not want" replied Ardi.

"But I didn't tell you that I stopped them. Is it too much to know? I was wrong but angry at people. It should be self-introduction. Why my wife can go"

"Cup" Ardi kisses Alya's lips in a fit of anxiety as she begins to fashion on. "Yes, it stopped. Mas wrong tomorrow I told Arlan to pick me up and tell me to come back here" replied Ardi and hugged Alya tightly.

"Keep why Miss Siti should be my security guard"

"He. 'cause I want you to stay home. I want to work quietly, I'm afraid you're leaving again"

"Mas is not the way. Mas's outrageous then. Kasian Bu Siti, he also has a lot of work. I believe the same Lian. Lian couldn't have left if Lian hadn't been hurt. If you want Lian to stay on the side of the mas. I'm good, be honest with Lian. Attention, news"

"Yaya is wrong. You don't want him to be rich. You have a precious mas" replied Ardi changed his expression remembering his mass.

"Him?" alya asked feeling uncomfortable. Alya swallowed her saliva, there was a sense of tightness coming. But Alya tried to shake it off.

Ardi let out his breath looking at Alya smiling. Now it's time for Ardi to tell Alya.

"Mas wants, you obey the same. Take care of yourself. You have a mas, only a mas. I don't want to lose you"

"Who is Mas?" alya asked still curious.

"Intan" answered Ardi.

"Who's Intan" asked Alya briefly.

"He is masalalu mas. He was my fiancee first. Mira's friend too"

"Oh" Alya replied briefly.

Alya's lips choked, there was a pain in Alya's heart as Ardi mentioned her former name. Alya actually wanted to ask a lot of things. But somehow it felt rich something fell in his heart, there was a rich sense of heat and tightness and wanted to change the topic immediately. Ardi's brain Alya wanders around imagining her husband used to love other people, close together. That's so deplorable.

"Have you ever felt followed by someone? Or meet someone?" ask Ardi worried.

"No"

"Dengerin yes. Anyway from now on, don't be horrified by anyone you don't know the truth about. Believe the same, ask whatever you hear. Can't make your own decisions let alone leave. Wanna?"

"Emem" Alya just nodded innocently.

"Yes, I've been sleeping" asked Ardi not to remember his mass.

"How will it be tomorrow?"

"Hemm" Ardi laid her body on the bed thinking.

"Kok quiet?"

"You're at home. Tomorrow's a race, lots of people. Mas also can not take care of you, mas do not want you exhausted"

"Hemmm" replied Alya pouting to look at her husband's event.