Don't Call My Name
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The event was so short because there was no reception. And as soon as it was done, everyone rushed out of the mosque to the nearest hotel to talk and eat together. Before entering the prayer time four rakaat in the middle of the day.

“Nagging you, Mar?” Sammy asked.

“Iya, Mar. The honeymoon is. Or take Alma to the beach, cake. It's close from here,” says Mauza. “We also want to go there, right, Sam?”

“Udah will you guys be better? Kirain wants a massive war?” Umar was astonished to see the two of them who easily get along. Though yesterday, both eyes of Mauza bulged like a bakpao fill. Uh, it's sticky again now. It was amused that Umar saw Mauza who was flexible in Sammy's hands like gum. Great performance of the man's shaman. Nyari where to try? Umar curious.

“What if we double date? Or triple date?” Mauza offered again. “Let's take Zunaira as well. If Brother Ray is not possible, they have a lot of business.”

“No, you guys are there. I refused the gift with Rayyan,” replied Umar.

“Why?” ask Mauza immediately. “Huh, dear very. Try bargaining with us, definitely will not nolak.”

“Males. If you just want to sleep mah mending at home aja.”

“Dih, don't know what ngedate is, huh?” Mauza bled her lips. “You may not want to, but your wife? Not understanding, Al? Just like this, yeah!” Mauza clenched her husband's grumbling neck.

“My statement is wrong,” said Sammy still insensitive.

Alma who sat quietly beside Umar only responded with a faint smile. Seen from his narrowed eyes.

“No, Al. I'm tired again,” Umar asked for his wife's opinion.

And again Alma only responded with a nod of the head. But this time he was a bit pensive, why is Umar's attitude like that?

The man had less respect for himself in front of his family members. He looks selfish and all he wants. Yeah, just according to himself.

But if you look at the previous history, Alma should not be surprised. Alma is unusual.

“Alma ... I'll go home first, yeah?” a man approached Alma. He was Uwais Almahyra's eldest brother. Commonly called Ice by Alma since childhood.

“Oh, yes Ais ...” replied Alma suddenly stood up. His family also approached him.

“Ummi same Abi go home first, darling. Go home often, yes,” Zulaikha said to the child.

Alma kissed her mother's hand and cried in her arms. Not whiny. This is natural, common, and it is common for a bride when she has to leave her family. There must be sadness that suddenly appears, but they are not going anywhere.

“How cry? Kan, he's the one who asked to stay alone.”

Really, Umar didn't like crying scenes like this. Isn't that his choice? Bizarrely. Like moving abroad, he thought.

“Happy new life, Honey. Now we're not the first people you should prioritize, but your husband. Obey her. Take care of his honor by taking care of yourself,” Zulaikha advised the child who just let go of his embrace.

“Good Ummi, insyaallah. Please pray Alma,” replied Alma drying her tears.

“Definitely Dear.”

“My responsibility has moved to your hands, Umar. Take care and educate my daughter as a husband should be to his wife. Love him more than we love him,” said the man-in-law heard inside.

For some reason, the feathers of Umar felt bristled after being given a line of the message sentence. He's afraid he can't do it.

Umar nodded. He had not yet opened his mouth to speak, the man patted him on the shoulder and passed. Both of them left him and Alma who was looking at him.

“Make up you there are faded,” point Umar to the eyes of Alma that makes the woman panic.

“Manja!”

Umar grabbed the tissue and rubbed it. It was only a speck, but it was clear and quite disturbing appearance. “Measuring him don't ride on.” The man handed over his knife afterwards. “Nih, you threw away yourself.”

“Umar?” call Vita's voice.

“Iya? Mamoy ..” replied Umar imitating his papa special call to the wife.

“Hey, don't call him that,” says Yudha feels he has the most right to call him that in this family.

“It's been like that debated. Then make a storm again you two. I don't like it,” Vita is so windy. But the look on her face turned loving the moment she saw Alma, “We went home first huh, son. Patience against Umar, yes. He is quite mengeselin, but actually good.”

“Tell us if Umar is being outrageous with you, let us be fair,” Yudha added.

Umar rolled his eyeballs. He didn't like his parents opening his disgrace in public like this. Shame on them, huh!

After saying goodbye to each other, the four parted to their respective cars. Rayyan and Zara are left because the woman is waiting for their order tenderloin steak to mature. Yes, Zara's cravings again. Fortunately, it is not strange and easy to find.

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Umar and Alma had just arrived in front of a house that had been abandoned for two years by its owner. However, it is still clean and well-maintained because someone always takes care of it, namely Bi Yati. Loyal household assistants who have settled there.

Bi Yati is widowed, her son is also married. So, there was nothing Bi Yati had to wait for other than to stay here. Rather than wasting money on contracting a home. After all, Zara also never sued him for this and that was as long as her house was clean.

The middle-aged woman welcomed the arrival of a couple who had just got out of the car. Then, help bring the suitcase inside.

“Where is our room, Bang?” ask Alma.

“That's it,” Umar shows the room that is in the front room.

And Alma put his things in there. Only after that, Alma went around to look around the entire household.

The house consists of two floors. There is a small swimming pool at the back which only measures 3x3 meters, a fairly spacious living and living room, a sports venue on the balcony and three bedrooms.

Unfortunately, there is only one sane room, which they will occupy. Because the other room is filled with a lot of stuff, whether it belongs to whom. And Umar never said before, where and in whose house they will live.

“Our room is below, you do not need to touch the above goods,” said Umar warned him before he had time to ask.

“Actually whose house this belongs to, Bang?”

“Owns Zara. Wh why? You don't like it?”

Umar's tone sounded less pleasant.

“Not so .. just ask. Finally Brother never told me before if we want to stay here,” said Alma explained it carefully.

“Later if there is money, I will pay. So you do not worry let alone assume that we just want to ride here.” Umar left him, so Alma chased him. Afraid of the man who had not been her husband for a day, angry at him because of the question. But why should he be angry? Didn't the question just sound natural?

“Bang! Sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean ...”

Alma stopped talking as Umar stopped and turned to him.

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