Don't Call My Name
S2-Seeking for Rights

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“Alma!” Umar chased after Alma who continued to walk ngodor without caring about him. In fact, he was almost locked outside the room if Umar could not resist the urge from inside. “Don't do it with your husband, dear Alma. You can suffer a punishment.”

“Not just a wife who is doomed. Husband can also be punished if he wronged his wife.”

“Sorry to me yes, Al.” Umar approached Alma and touched his chin, which was shaken by the girl. “I love you, Al.”

“Lying! Don't touch-touch!”

“Don't forget, I'm your husband. Never mind touching, entering you can also.”

Hihhhh, Alma was very amused to hear the language that was so vulgar.

“Al ..” Umar smiled trying to seduce himself at all costs. “Two days did not meet it turns out you are more beautiful aja.”

“Basi!” Alma turned her body to turn her back.

“The signal ... make me gemes.” Umar has not run out of ways. The man kissed his head covered in hijab so that the hadiths screeched.

“Stop messing with me, Bang!” Alma looked very upset. “Is that how you came again as if nothing had ever happened between us and after all that you have done to me? I also have a feeling,”.

“Clearly how I can be sorry from you, Al,” said the man lowered his voice. “That time I was again emotional. Sorry yes ...”

Alma just shut up. Not until Alma's heart does this. In fact, she only wanted to teach her husband a lesson so that he would be a little deterred by all his actions.

“Sleep where Brother was yesterday?” alma asked after a while.

“OK, I'm clear now. I didn't go anywhere from yesterday because I can't leave you alone. I slept in the upper room. If you do not believe ask Bi Yati,” Umar bluntly. “I always wake up earlier than you. Leave early and go home when you enter your room. Again I'm sorry, yes ...” Umar rubbed Alma's head. But this time left by the woman so Umar felt a little happy.

“Al, I miss your cooking. Two days of not eating my BAB vegetables is hard. Pain, Al. Please dong!” tell Umar.

“Oh, so Brother came just to tell me? Because you feel you need me?”

“Ngak. I came here to apologize for your explanation. I could have sent Bi Yati or a delivery order from outside, but I don't want to, because I want to be served by my wife. If you don't want to either, no problem.”

Umar left after that.

Alma watched secretly her husband while the man was in the kitchen. Umar did not lie, he brewed a BAB surfer drink while patting his stomach which he felt hard on.

“Suami can also be doomed!” alma wanted to reaffirm the sentence, but Alma felt useless. Eat heart.

Not having the heart to see it so, Alma did something after Umar left. The girl put an apron on her body to fight me with her work in the kitchen.

About an hour later, the food arrived. He called Umar to eat together.

“Wah, thank you, my dear,” Umar praised for being on demand.

“But that doesn't mean we're better, huh?” alma said as soon as the man sat down.

“Until when do we want enemies? Not bored of what?”

Umar asked so lightly. Every time a conflict occurs, he starts it and Alma is the victim. Ihh, Alma greget once with that guy. He really is stupid.

“Until you realize you need me,” replied Alma.

“I need you every day, Alma ...”

Alma poured rice for Umar. Then he handed over the plate for the man to take himself, whatever food he wanted.

“Why are men always given more servings?” the man compared the contents of their different plates.

“Because men always ask a lot of what women can give.”

“What's the connection?”

“Ada,” reply Alma briefly.

“What is my apology too much?”

“Yes, but once you apologize, you will repeat it and again. So on.”

“I'm sure you have a lot of stock sorry.”

“Of course. I am a believer who has always been taught to forgive one another. But that doesn't mean you can apply at will.”

“You still look very upset with me.”

“You think I like you?”

“Clearly!” replied Umar very confidently, “with you like this, you have already shown that you have feelings.”

“No, you are wrong. Your deeds are not worth liking,” Alma evades. He does not want Umar to be big-headed if he confesses his feelings.

“Do not switch language. We talk about feelings, not actions. My actions are not worth liking. Little kids know that too.”

“Lantas if you realize your actions are not worth liking, why do you keep doing it?” alma Spray. “I really hate you!”

“See, your eyes and lips are different.” Umar grinned because Alma's eyes were now dewy.

At once Alma fell silent and looked at Umar very intensely. Pause silence for almost a minute, Alma replied, “Love or not, it does not matter. Because the purpose of marriage is not only about love, because the main thing is to worship, perfecting half of his religion.”

“But a loveless marriage is a disaster,” reply Umar immediately, “this time I disagree with your opinion.”

“You blunder,” Alma smiled sarcastically, “you can talk about love, while your own heart is betraying. You love other women at our wedding,” Alma confirms her sentence.

“What way do I love you? If you don't want to give me the slightest gap to enter?” ask Umar.

“Because your arrival always brings a storm.” Alma. This debate will not stop if one of them does not want to budge. Then the solution is he himself who has to go.

“Alma ...” Umar. “Don't leave your desk.”

Because he did not sit back, Umar led him. They eat in silence. No sound was heard other than the sound of spoons and plates clashing.

When they finished, they moved together. Umar followed Alma behind him as the woman entered their room.

“Tonight I slept here,” the man told me. “I want to ask for my rights that you do not love. It's enough you make me careless.”

Umar bluntly wished Alma could understand him.

Huh huh? What did he say? Alma could not think of it as soon as she heard it. It was as if he was speaking so after what he had done for these few days. Oh, God. Really ate the kid's liver.

Seriate.