DAD'S CHOICE OF MATE
Dira's Story

Until the wait arrives, shalawat in the mosque has rameh soon adzan but there has been no news from brother Arsy.

Dela, brother Arsy has not come home since leaving after the dzuhur earlier. I went into Dela's room where Dela's room state was very messy because she was busy doing her college assignments.

Why not call brother.? Dela asked as she got up from her bed, the place where she wrote.

From earlier brother phone but the number is not active. I answered with uneasiness.

In contact again brother, exclaimed Dela back.

It remains inactive Dela,......

Suddenly the sound of the car sounded horrified from outside. That's brother Arsy coming, said Dela.

Hmmmmm, Alhamdulillah, my heart murmured a little relieved but in the haunt of the annoyance...

Assalamu'alaikum, greetings brother Arsy while entering the room, there is no Princess. Arsy's sister closed the door again. By rushing down through the stairs that are somewhat clinging to Dela's room.

Dela brother Which princess.? Excited from outside while knocking on the door of Dela's room.

Dela and I agreed not to give a salute to Arsy's sister. Of course curiosity haunts.

Peeping like a child, that's what I did at the door of Dela's room. There was a sound out there, brother Arsy, back up the stairs to the room. I immediately came out of Dela's room. Sis was busy playing her phone, suddenly I entered.

Honey, where are you from.? Greeting Arsy while thrusting his head, I know what he meant but I refused, I wiped his hands as he approached and I looked down at him to kiss me on the forehead.

Without a word, I stood towards the bathroom, at this time the adzan magrib had been laid down. Arsy's sister who first took the water. Although I had time to pray together but there was no word I said to him since he had just arrived home....

After finishing the greeting, as usual, Arsy turned towards me thrusting his right hand to salaman. Until the moment I kissed the back of my husband's hand I haven't opened the conversation. I saw him smile even though I was still with a casual look.Sak Asry approached and hugged my body which can be said to be smaller until when he hugged the body really in a full deck.

The moment I couldn't resist, the kiss lasted for a long time on the forehead, about a minute. I know that in this way Arsy's sister I can melt and the annoyance goes away instantly. I replied with a very strong feeling. Guilt breeds regret. How lucky I am to have a husband who knows how his wife feels. The regret that should have been when my husband came I welcomed him well, but because I was too spoiled and selfish so that what I should have done was not done.

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A few moments later, Arsy invited me out to dinner.

Don't cook well, we eat out. Says Arsy after closing the Qur'an. After the magrib prayer we wait for the isya time with njai together..

After the time of the issue, Arsy and I immediately prepared to go out tonight. Because tomorrow Mr. Arsy back in the office, of course we will spend the opportunity both before his busy period takes up time.

Around the way to the restaurant, of course Arsy did not miss his habit, even though his right hand was busy driving, occasionally his left hand grasped and kissed the back of my right hand. Romantic right.? This is the habit of Arsy when we walk together, because when Dela follow all the habits we both liburkan....

There is not much discussion when on the way to arrive at the destination. I remember exactly this place, the place where Arsy's sister gave me a surprise on my 21st birthday. For the second time I went to this place, I saw in the empty part where the balloons were scattered at that time.

Arsy's sister clasped tightly onto my left hand. Stepping towards an empty place where a special place of two people only. We sat side by side. Remember this place.? Hahahah, remember that time was a few years ago. I answered with a smile,, no,,,

Back to the spoon/behind the spoon package there is a carving of a word, whether the word in the sequence. Curious, of course, I went back and read the writing...

Happy anniversary my wife, now we have four mountains of our marriage....

Instantly I fell silent, staring blankly at the face of Arsy's sister. I don't have the materials to talk. I forgot today January 12, 2016 exactly four months into our wedding. Feeling very upset with myself. Naturally, Arsy from earlier refused to talk. This is why I forgot my wedding date with Arsy's sister. Mistakes I made again. While with a blank face, eyes immediately could not see, with teary eyes I embraced the figure of the man sitting beside me, as I held him tightly but there was no response from his side. I know I was wrong, I know he's disappointed, I forgot it's four months of our wedding. Forgive the Princess, while looking at her blankly I did not find a figure on her handsome face. But still trying to look at me while wiping the tears that flow hard on my cheek, while giving a smile that was never imagined of patience and sincerity to accept me.

Happy anniversary mr. lecturer and Mr. Princess,

There was a loud sound from behind, in the rhythm. I stood up and looked around there was a figure I knew, yes of course my own older brother, Reza, none other than there is sister Revan and other friends of Arsy's brother, I just understood this was designed at their meeting last afternoon. My tears are constantly rushing to see my husband's romance tonight. I tried to smile looking at my brother Arsy's face with gratitude but the heart could not lie about this haru. I closed my mouth to speak, trying to smile while holding back my tears. Sis Arsy holds me stroking my left back while peeling my head right even though d baluti hijab still feels deep and warm....

It's a surprise the second time Arsy did, patiently accepting all my shortcomings, even our short-lived day I forgot...without me knowing the purpose and purpose of my brother Arsy to meet with sister Revan this afternoon just by surveize this. And I also had time to think about the negative things about him even when I arrived home I did not welcome him well...

Tonight we're not both, all colleagues" Arsy's sister joined us in dinner....

The joke is furthest from all colleagues. Some of them I don't know, except for Reza's sister and Revan's sister, they are no strangers to me. The other colleagues are Arsy's senior friends on S1nya. Naturally, I did not know him at the wedding, nor did they have time to come, until with great intention to help brother Arsy to surprise his wife as a sign of apology katax could not participate enliven our wedding four months ago.....

While talking about things about their daily lives, some of them were married and some did not include Reza's brother my own brother.

Their jokes are getting crowded, the time has shown at 22.15 pm. Brother Arsy knows very well I'm not strong staying up late. Amidst the joke, Arsy had to cut their conversation because they had to leave home and say thank you for their participation managed to surprise me... they also expressed their gratitude to Arsy for being invited to dinner with us.......

Before I left, I apologized for looking weird in front of them.. to experience it in a polite form between a woman and a man who is not a mahram except for sister Reza who is none other than my own brother. Arsy and I left the place.

The night feels very beautiful, sprinkling decorative lights coloring the dark night of Makassar. The lights of each vehicle bounce off each other from the opposite direction. Vehicles both two-wheeled and four-wheeled are being driven under night starlight....

In the middle of the journey to our house is not as beautiful as the sprinkling of stars in the sky, not as bright as the lights on the side of the road. The two were silent to each other despite occasionally turning their heads and staring unintentionally. This scene made me even stiffer to start the conversation. I thought, how about when I got home, just keep quiet.? Where should I start. I have to apologize to Arsy. But, I'm having a hard time saying that things are like this.....

The speed of the car suddenly stopped, yes this has arrived at the house.as still as I think... there's no fix along the way no one's talking...

I innocently entered the house walking towards the room. A moment later Arsy came...

I went from my seat to where Arsy was busy making the bed, apparently preparing for bed. The closer I got, I pulled her hand from behind staring at her face with innocent eyes for some reason in her mind with my gaze like this...

I'm ready if Brother Arsy should punish me tonight, I'm ready whatever brother Arsy wants to tell me, I'm ready whatever brother Arsy wants to do, I leave myself to you brother. Do as you please, I never understand how I make you happy, a.a.akuu ask (sorry).

Zzzttt. Sorry I haven't said yet.you're asleep, it's 11.00 (pm) now. You must be sleepy that your eyes have turned red, sleep there. cried brother Arsy holding both of my shoulders while looking towards the bed...

I was still stuck with him, unable to say anything. Very heavy eyes look at the lump of tears getting bigger. I couldn't help but droplet this. Arsy's sister carried me to the bed, laid me on the bed looking at me blankly, my tears flowing. I still didn't know what I was thinking until I forgot my wedding date. This is the first time Arsy reminds me. Maybe all this time he was waiting for me to say happy anniversary but in fact not....

Still with a tense situation, Brother Arsy still had time to kiss me spoiled... I am so excited to have such a patient husband...

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