Don't Love Me Again
Marrying

"Brachum..."

I found the body of inspiration lying languidly on the carpet playing with friends some toys and also a bottle of milk that I deliberately left, I laid his small body on his bed. I look at him with happiness because I have a child as handsome as him and also not fuss when I do other work. But sometimes I feel pity when he lacks attention from his father who is busy looking for halal sustenance.

With a body that feels almost crumpled after working hard from the morning blind I lay this body accompany the tiny body of inspiration and meninah bobokannya so that sleep soundly. Until without realizing both my eyelids are getting closed and eliminate my consciousness to go to the dream world

14.15 wib

The noise and the passing of many vehicles woke me up from my deep sleep until I realized that time was fast passing made me remember something that I had not done right now

" astaghfiruallah what time I have not prayed duhur"

Inspiration who was still sleeping on the lap of my arm immediately I moved his body on some soft pillows that would make him comfortable immediately I quickly headed to the bathroom to clean myself as quickly as possible so as not to miss the mandatory time, after this body I thought it was clean, I put on my clean clothes and went to our little home musholla and did the duty that was passed down to his servant.

" alhamdulillah finally finished too, mumpung ilham still sleeping I all wait adzan ashar deh"

My body still rests on the sacred prayer ridge that stretches. In the midst of waiting Adhan arrived my mind raged without cause again I remember my old life that I missed so much until now but again I realized that I have now become a wife and also mom how can I feel that again

I took a deep breath for the purpose of calming my mind and began to refocus on the present

" god forgive your servant who often complains and is less grateful for the blessings you give"

Instantly the ashar adhan reverberated making me more calm on my raging mind.

Kujawabi one by one the chants of the adhan until the end of the iqamah and stood up to do the asar prayer

" o Allah, I beg you to lose your bad thoughts about my husband, God, I do not want to prejudice him and I am sure that he is a faithful priest and I beg you to take care of our little family of any evil thing, allah amen.."

Immediately I packed up from my place of worship and headed to the room of inspiration that had been heard a small voice of inspiration that was laughing.

" the inspiration has woken up yes son mother very good sii ganangis if you wake up"

By landing a kiss inspired it feels like I have the most precious treasure in the world

Then I moved the body of inspiration into the living room close to the kitchen so that I could keep the inspiration in my view, this time I will cook my favorite food mas irfan is chicken roasted seasoning rujak now the clock is still showing right at the number 16.00 there is still an hour for mas irfan to get home.

17.30 All the dishes are neatly arranged on the round dining table, now I just need to bathe the inspiration and give him milk

18.30 All the rooms of the house looked still neat and clean and inspiration was now in my arms with a bottle of milk that stuck in the mouth of a small inspiration.

The cries of inspiration now began to echo in the dining room, he cried what turned out his body temperature began to rise like a fever inspiration without thinking long I went straight to the P3K box to take a bottle of syrup.

A few minutes after the inspiration sipped a teaspoon of heat-lowering syrup, he began to sleep in my sling, but when I was about to put him to sleep in the room of inspiration, like refusing and returning to whining

" huhhhh cape all my body feels sore especially my right shoulder, mas irfan where ya ko still not home even though it was 20:00"

The question that shook his head finally answered the car mas irfan had entered the car garage next to the house.

I sat on the sofa with a state of still enjoying the heat inspiration of his body still when the irfan mas is approaching to the living room

" moo came home slow "

" dear didn't you hear this morning saying that I'm going home late today"

" yeah mas I forgot, let's eat I've ready your favorite food"

" where did you get all this food wasn't you complaining about finances last night"

" huh don't you have any shame?"

" a what do you mean mas"

" we are a family that does not have a status of lack then why do you even look down on our family by selling cakes in stalls, if the restaurant might be classier"

Several times my heart felt like it was pierced by thorns to hear the words of mas irfan who was very bitter to swallow

" so is mas irfan not allowing me to sell any more cookies?"

" of course do not want to be taro where the face of an irfan firmansyah who is honorable son-in-law of a famous businessman in this city"

" but what's wrong mas we can save it for the purposes of inspiration or our old days later"

" ah whatever it is I don't allow you to sell that rotten cake anymore point"

I will not be able to continue this debate better I just give up and use the money in my piggy bank to meet the needs of inspiration tomorrow before the payday mas irfan

" yes let's eat first"

" have Gaselera eaten full of debate with you!"

Irfan went into the room leaving me and the food I had prepared for him"

The tears can't be muffled anymore. Drops by drops of tears wetting my cheeks, what makes Irfan change so drastically since the birth of inspiration there is no way I suspect he is playing dark behind me but if it is true what will I do?

I got up from the couch I was making a place to rest to eat the food I was cooking.

In the middle of silence there was only the sound of friction spoon and plate that I put the sound of mas irfan again heard approaching this body.

" helo pah, papa is still there is papa dengerin himself yes. This is my lovely wife, there's a money deposit from your father"

" hello son?"

" i am dad"

I was as hard as I could hide a hiccup from the rest of my cries from my father so that he would not worry about me let alone that he was not okay.

" dad tipped money with your husband earlier that God willing enough for a month kok son papa hope the rest of the money saved yes you have to get used to saving from now on okay"

I used to be able to shop as much as my father's money now I have to resist all my desires for my husband's sake to feel that my husband is not hurt and even I don't want to complain about the amount of money he has given me

" oh yeah, dad, of course, is enough"

Looking at two hundred thousand bills I wonder why dad said this money is enough a month if he was joking but I just asked irfan directly after this

" how much money did you receive from your husband?

Mas irfan suddenly kept his phone away from me and pretended as if there was a network obstacle

" ha hello father I did not hear your words maybe the network here is problematic or my pulsation has run out hello halooo"

Irfan turned off his phone and left my sight, but I didn't want to let him go without answering my question

" i want you to answer my question"