BLESS YOUR WIFE
11

It's ten o'clock tonight. The heavy rain that had fallen since then did not stop at all even more and more intense. The sound of rain was so clear.

Rama and Dama sat on the living room sofa separately. The two were a little awkward to sit close together again.

They both sat on separate couches. Dama sits on a long sofa while Rama sits on a single sofa.

Rama was busy with his cellphone until the ramen noodles provided by Dama were getting colder and began to swell.

Hot white milk mixed with indocafe has also been served on the table. But Rama hadn't touched her since.

Occasionally Rama called and replied to a short message that continued to be titled.

Rama's face looked disheveled and panicked. Seemed tense when the phone rang and Rama began to communicate with the person who was calling him.

Dama went from there and away from where Rama was sitting. Dama deliberately left Rama alone to be more free to call. Dama knew from then on Rama felt uncomfortable with the existence of Dama.

Dama hid behind the wall of the living room and joined to install his ears so that he could hear all the talk of Rama clearly.

"Dad caught in the rain, Bun. Patience huh? Afraid that there will be nothing on the road. It was night too. I stopped at this mosque. The signal is also difficult," said Rama slowly.

Not long after, Rama answered the question asked by Yufi.

"We'll talk later, Bun. If about that. If Mommy wants to go to the hospital, pinjem the same brother first," Rama told Yufi.

Lastly Rama was more heard giving up and patient.

"Dad quickly go home and take Mommy to the hospital" said Rama slowly.

Rama sat on the couch and turned off his cell phone. His body began to feel shivering because there are some areas that rain and wet the body Rama.

He stared at the food served by Dama. That woman who never changed always served Rama well in any case. And always give what Rama likes without looking at all the love and desire of Rama.

Rama took his favorite indocafe milk. The glass was warm and there was no more smoke indicating it was still hot. When the milk was shaved, it was already a little cold. But, Dama's sincerity is felt from the delicious taste of indocafe milk itself.

Now, he began to try ramen noodles that were there and a fried plate containing nuggets, sausages and vegetable bakwan.

The cold ramen noodle plan soaked his mouth that had been dry since.

Dama re-entered the living room while carrying a glass of sweet hot tea in his hand. Not to be seen being suspected by Rama.

"Enak Mas?" ask Dama quietly while sitting down and sipping her hot sweet tea.

"Enak. It still feels the same. Always a pleasure" praised Rama with a smile.

"Ekhemm from here to the city of Mother Yufi how long?" ask Dama slowly.

"About three hours. But rain. You can stay here a while, right?" rama asked slowly while looking at Dama with a sad face.

"The door of the house of Dama is always wide open for Mas Rama. Whenever Mas Rama wants to play, please," said Dama.

In my heart, Dama was so happy. He felt that the universe was testing his love again. His sincerity and patience to love Rama again.

Rama smiled sweetly. The smile had not been seen for a long time. I miss being in Rama's arms.

"Mas ..." call Dama slowly while sipping her sweet tea again.

"Yes? Why?" ask Rama slowly.

"I'll drive you to Mother's house tonight. Poor Mother, Mas," said Dama slowly.

"Car cake? The bike?" ask Rama slowly.

"Yes while in the first place. Your safety is more important, right?" ask Dama slowly.

Rama nodded slowly. He does not want to lose the figure of his wife who has been well taking care of four children so far. Naturally, if a mother is angry and crying, it is because she is exhausted after a day of household activities.

"Ekhemc ... Pest ... The motorbike wants Mas pawn for the cost of operating Mother," said Rama slowly.

Rama did not want to talk. Time is urgent and cannot be delayed anymore. Rama was also afraid that he would come too late and Yufi would not be helped.

Dama stood up and went into his room. Before long, Dama came out again with a small bag of tenteng and was neatly wearing his favorite jeans jacket.

Dama sat back on the sofa and took out some money from the brown envelope.

"This enough? For the cost of the operation?" tanya Dama slowly issued five ties of red sheets, each bound by the number of five millions. All about twenty million rupiah.

Rama was amazed to see that much money. Even the severance of Rama yesterday was not up to that number.

"Don't Dama. That's your money. Money for venture capital," Rama rejects the subtle gift of Dama.

"So, was he rejected? Rejeki son you know," said Dama slowly.

Rama was silent for a moment. Seeing a lot of money in plain sight makes Rama calm the problem of operating costs for the very expensive Yufi. But ... so many times Rama always makes Dama difficult for his own problems.

"Not rejected. I'm ashamed, Dama. I am afraid to use your kindness" said Rama slowly.

"Indeed Mas Rama consider Dama what?" dama asked quietly and stared fixedly at Rama's sad eyes.

"Relove ... Don't ask this question again. At that time Mas almost crazy lost you. It's impossible, is it that easy to forget what happened to us?" rama said slowly.

Dama downcast. Those words were so piercing his heart. Now Dama is conscious. Rama loved him sincerely. His love is equally for Yufi, his wife and Dama. The rate is equal and fair.

"Yuk .. depart now. Afraid overnight. We go slowly - just slowly," said Dama quickly.

Dama doesn't want to waste any more time. Time goes on and don't let those regrets come too late.

"Lang?" ask Rama slowly.

"There's sisters. Make the money. Put it in your bag," said Dama slowly.

"This BPKB motor as a guarantee" said Rama slowly. He did not want to owe too much to Dama.

"Apaan sih Mas. Am I a loan shark? I sincerely love him. No need to pay," said Dama slowly. He got out and headed to his car garage to get his car out of the garage out of the way.

Rama had also put some of the money into his small bag and put the helmet on the table in the living room.