Don't Call My Name
S2-No Meaning whatsoever

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Alma put his dirty clothes and Umar's and into the washing machine. Add detergent, clothes fragrant, then operate it according to the instructions for use. The sweat soaked his reddened cheeks. There was a lot he did this morning after Umar left.

Just as the machine was doing its job, the doorbell rang loudly.

“Who's visiting early in the morning, huh?”

Alma headed forward after wearing her Khimar. He was shocked to find out who had come. “Oh, Brother Zara? I guess who. That's why open the door a little long.”

The woman walked up to him. Apparently not alone, there is Rayyan and also some other people who use in other cars behind him.

“Sorry to come here is not first news,” he said when the two shook hands.

“Oh yes papa, besides this is your home too.”

“Lho, this is your home. Umar gave me DP yesterday. Aren't you, By?”

The one asked just nodded.

“Kok from yesterday Brother didn't say anything?”

Alma invited the two of them to come inside. There, Zara met Bi Yati who directly rushed towards her. Hugging him while crying.

“Have not seen you in a long time, Non. Walah, it's just this baby.” the middle-aged woman rubbed her stomach.

“Yes, this is in a moment. Doain any process hopefully smoothly, yes?” The woman said so because according to the doctor's examination, she could not give birth normally.

“Definitely, Non,” Bi Yati replied. The woman did not linger to let Zara stand. He invited her to sit down, but only Zara and Alma only because Rayyan went to another place to look at the depth of the house.

“Home is comfortable once,” murmured Rayyan. The man smiled imagining that he could live in his own house that was not too big like his mother-in-law's. But only inhabited by the two of them and their children. But he cannot be selfish. Zara could not leave her mother out of the house even though she wanted to.

Meanwhile in the living room, the two women were focused on chatting.

“Involuntarily from home, Sis?”

“To be going to the office, but I even thought that I still have a lot of stuff here that has not been transported. Later someone will take care of it, must be in other goods, want to be sold again, loved to people or thrown away? I don't know it's up to them,” Zara said her point.

“Oh, so?” Alma.

“So I immediately told them to come in, huh?”

“Please, Brother. Monggo.”

Four people came in. Zara asked Bi Yati to show her the place. The two rooms above are empty.

“So this house is already in DP, Kak?” Alma wants to know more about this.

“Iya, yesterday gave 400 to me,” replied Zara. “Whatever hasn't told you, Al?”

“'Not yet. Brother hasn't told me anything. That's why I want to know from Kak Zara directly.”

“Maybe it's not time yet, Al. Or he is intentionally not telling you so you do not feel burdened.”

Then Zara told me, actually she still loves to take this house into the hands of others. But considering Umar was his sister-in-law then he finally gave it. “Also if it is empty also redundant. Said PakSu, yes already love aja.”

“Is Brother still offended by what I said yesterday? Why is he rushing DP? He said there was no money.”

“If you may know, how short is unpaid, Kak?” Alma asked again.

“One point six,” replied Zara, “actually more than that, because this house I loose the same contents-fill. Moreover, here is a pretty elite area. But because you're my brother, and I can't count as brothers, so the price we agreed.”

Actually Alma was a little surprised to hear the nominal, but he tried not to show it.

“Emm, look, Brother. I happen to have savings. So maybe I can ease Umar a little. Please give me a bank account number that I can transfer yes, Kak.”

“Eh, not Al. You guys should talk first,” said Zara disagreed.

“I just want to help Brother, give him surprise.”

“But can't, Al. Even though you are his wife and feel this is your business as well, I still have to have the approval first from Umar.”

Moments later, Zara received a notification from the bank. And the amount sent by Alma, no kidding. The girl sent her 100 million. No wonder, Alma is the son of a gas station entrepreneur.

Not long after Ray came back. “The swimming pool is good. So want to take a shower.”

“Dah kayak penguin aja can not see the water,” sahut Zara.

“Still a long time, yes?” the man intended to ask those who were busy dropping things off.

“You helped him, By. Let cepet.”

Ray smiled. “Males climb-up ladder. Scared fast skinny.”

“Reason.” Zara stared at the horror of her husband, who now had a fuller body because his life was more prosperous. Eating and taking more naps if there is no activity.

A few tens of minutes passed. Finally the transport process is complete. They all left after saying goodbye to the two women who inhabited this house. The upper room is empty now. Alma and Bi Yati work together to solve it.

“It turns out that it has been cleaned even better here yes, Bi?” Alma asked the woman for her opinion.

“Emang, Mba Al's. Non Zara used to sleep here with her ex-husband. You see besides ngadep pond directly, the sun can also enter if the window is open.”

“His ex-husband?” Alma frowned. Baffled.

“In short, Non Zara was married before marrying her current husband. Yeah, so. I'm afraid I'd like to tell more. Fear of wrong talk ..”

Alma nodded in understanding. The girl is not the latest person with the development of the entertainment world. Even know Zara, only now. So he was impressed not to know anything, let alone the household problems of the artist.

Until the day changed, the sound of Umar's car was heard stopping in front of the house. Alma smiled happily and ran around a little to immediately greet her husband.

But when it came down, the man's face looked unfriendly. Even when asked, Umar would not answer. I don't know what the cause is, Alma doesn't know. Yesterday, their relationship began to develop. But why did it suddenly become like this again?

“Abang it again why?” Alma asked in a soft voice. Let's just say he's being the water when the embers are burning. “If there is a problem, tell me, Bang. I'm ready to be horrified, kok.”

The woman sat in front of him after putting down the cold juice she had just made. “In drink first let adem, Bang.”

Umar remained silent. He just focused on listening to his phone like he did not think Alma existed.

“If this continues every day, long I can eat liver. Have patience with my servant in the face of my husband's annoying attitude Yes, Rab ..”.

Because he did not get a response, Alma left him. It cannot be measured how embarrassed and sad he is to be ignored. Even seen by Bi Yati who was also on the move around them.

“What is this called household? Why so complicated? What's wrong? Why didn't he say anything?”

Inner Alma was all wrong.

Alma opened the closet in her room. Taking out a change of clothes while waiting for her husband to catch up with her. Before long, the man entered.

“Abang to shower now, right?”

Umar did not answer. He immediately slid into the bathroom. Can not stand being treated so, finally Alma also raised the tone of his speech an octave.

“Do you have no mouth to talk to?”

The man stopped and looked.

“Business!” ''umar's reply was very loud.

“OK, if you don't want me to be presumptuous, tell me why. Why is that brother again? Again a toothache, or thrush, so that you do not want to answer a single question. Tell me, Bang ... by the way!”

“Yes, I don't like you meddling in my business!” ''umar said jerking. His eyes flashed sharply, his cold face as if it could freeze the atmosphere around him.

“Which business?” Alma asked. “I never interfere in your affairs.”

“You think I can no longer afford this house, so you urge Zara to pay for it?” Umar shook Alma's body which shed his tears. Their faces were very close to each other.

“Don't be rude to me, Bang. I just want to help you. No other intention or intention,” said Alma slowly. The girl was very sad, she had never been treated so before except today, by her own husband.

Seriate.