Don't Call My Name
There Must Be Something Wrong

Chapter 34.

The heart of the husband who can see the Wife crying, especially because of her actions. This is what Rayyan is feeling right now. But he still left it so that the debate did not widen widely. He intends to return to this room later after Hamidah can reflect and realize his mistake.

Not what people think. Married with people who are religiously intelligent, will certainly be ayem because they are more knowledgeable in undergoing marriage in accordance with the knowledge they have. But that view is disputed. Because it turns out every household has its own problems and trials. Hamidah's childish attitude and his desire to win by himself made Rayyan tired of balancing it. Different opinions also often make them experience disputes. Not even infrequently, Rayyan also secretly shed tears. For only in this way could he vent his frustration, as now.

“Surely something is wrong. Maybe I sinned a lot, so God replied through my wife,” muttered while hiding in another room of this apartment unit. Until the evening, they slept in separate rooms.

The morning was even more sad. Rayyan did not find any food on the table even if it was just a piece of bread. His dirty clothes are also not washed, which is already dry and many are not ironed. He needs one of them to teach at noon. And he's not used to wearing a crumpled shirt. Although unbranded, at least neat is the impression that others should see. Moreover, he was already known to have married.

“Ya, Lord ... from yesterday she said?”

Hamidah never went anywhere. During her marriage, she decided to become a housewife. Leaving all his original work the same as his, but only in the Ponpes.

Rayyan is the oldest brother. During this time, she was so spoiled by her mom and sisters in any case—including the affairs of clothing. If I could be straightforward, she was too shocked to have to take care of herself a hundred percent. Not to mention the busyness that it has. Therefore, Ray tried to reprimand Hamidah who was sitting focused on staring at the screen of his phone. “I need clothes for me to wear later in the day. Can you just set it up one set?”

Apparently the woman was still angry. He did not ponder the question at all and thought of it as the wind.

“Yes already, if you don't want to. Please later if any food orders come, you will receive. I want to learn,” said Rayyan again after a while waiting without response, “money I put on the table.”

After saying so, he entered the room where there were many books and equipment working. Learning requires concentration and he does not want to be disturbed if he is doing it.

“Do I have to give up again?” he muttered after he sat down, “I can't continue like this .. I'm just an ordinary human being who has feelings.”

Aware of not being able to get angry for too long, the afternoon before he left for the Ponpes, Rayyan tried to approach and reprimand him again.

“If it's angry don't take too long, it's not good. Especially with your own husband,” he said who again did not get an answer, “woman is strange, she is wrong, but she is also angry.”

“Don't miss,” said Hamidah finally opened his voice despite still avoiding eye contact.

Rayyan smiled, “That's all you're angry about. You should be introspection, I'm going to yell at you because what?”

“I just want to try another way, after the previous way did not work. Is that wrong?”

“Salah, if you self-diagnose what disease is being experienced by others. We cannot claim a disease if we have not undergone an examination by a doctor,” explained Rayyan while rubbing his head which is suspected to melt the heart of women, which can be, “do not easily conclude that I do not want to make efforts either. I want to make efforts too .. but to the doctor, not to take any medicine. Because the medicine you bought yesterday, even though the packaging assures that it is herbal medicine, we still do not know, it is safe or not. Because yesterday the medicine I took, the effect made my heart pound,” he explained made Hamidah turn his head quickly by widening both his eyes.

“Why didn't you talk from yesterday, Brother?” tanyanya immediately.

“Now, it is. The important thing is not to repeat again.”

“Yeah .. That's why I'm sorry, brother. If you spoke from yesterday I wouldn't be mad.” Hamidah immediately grabbed Rayyan's hand and kissed her with reverence.

“Sabar, don't be in a hurry. My family never demanded that we quickly have children. After all, the age of our marriage is also only a matter of months.”

“There will be no end to those people gossiping, because it has become a kind of habit if they gather," said Rayan, "grandfather if we have to bother thinking about.”

"What solution would they not dare to ask me again?" hamidah asked astonished at those who seemed to have no other topic.

"Don't go home too often. Make sure you go home, Abi's house is quiet again."

Hamidah nodded. That's right what Ray said. Because in this life there is something we cannot control, namely the dirty mouth of others. Then the solution, we have to keep our own hearts from all that.

The two pardoned each other and Hamidah promised never to repeat his mistake again.

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While elsewhere, a man with a tall, slightly tanned body was somewhere wide. It could be said that the place was a garbage burning garden. There, he dropped a cardboard box containing the female items he used to change his appearance. One by one, he put the goods into the fire, which consisted of: wigs, clothes, shoes, bags, lipstick, and various other makeup equipment.

“I promise I won't wear it again,” murmured as soon as the fire started devouring one by one the goods. “I will live my life normally and find a suitable job.”

One by one the instant memories present revolved in his mind. Where he began to dare to wear these items until one day his mother was furious when he caught himself wearing lipstick.

“What do you do?” the question with a loud voice was deafening his ears and suddenly made him flutter.

“Ngak, Mom. I don't do anything.” Fasad tried to hide the object behind his back. Although red on the lips he can not cover.

Tia's eyes started to pierce. The woman began to suspect him since High School, because at that time she found a pair of eyelashes in her child's closet. “You are a man, not worth wearing like this, Facade ....”

Seeing Mom sobbing makes Fasad join the nelangsa. She prostrated herself to apologize for her actions that had disappointed her heart. The Fasad admits that he is different. He seemed to be stuck in the wrong body and protested, why was he not born a woman?

She said that who she was was destiny. No one can ever change his nature, not even the greatest doctor in the world.

As a mother, Tia wants her child to heal. He not only resigned because he had taken him to a different place many times. And their answer is always the same, that experienced by the Facade is a psychological factor. After being traced with various questions, Tia finally told about the violence experienced by the two of them in the childhood facade.

This statement makes Tia continue to blame herself for everything that happened due to her past actions. Choosing the right man for her, especially her own child.

For the sake of not caring for a mother's heart, Fasad never again showed her feminine clothes in front of the woman. But secretly, Tia knows that her son is still lying. But for him, so it can still be said to be better, than he saw it openly because it can melt his feelings.

Back to the real world.

The facade ended its activities. He turned around to look at a middle-aged woman who was smiling waiting for him there. They also went out with each other.

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