Father's Status On My Son's Deed
112. Displacements

Azan dawn reverberated, waking his spouse who was so asleep in his sleep. Dira first opened his eyes, what he saw was the chest of the husband. Suddenly he was surprised to wake up. However, it could not be because there was a hand that hugged him. The woman realized that she had fallen asleep in Hasbi's arms and was still in the same position as last night

Dira raised his head, looking at the same handsome face of the husband who was still closing his eyes. She was so overwhelmed with the handsome face of her husband. Maybe according to ordinary Hasbi people, but for Dira her husband is handsome and attractive. His face was not dull although he rarely looked at that face because he was embarrassed.

The woman realized that it was time for dawn prayers. She tried to wake her husband even though he was still nervous.

"Mas, wake! It's dawn" she said, patting her husband's chest.

Hasbi opened her eyes slowly. "Yes, honey, what's wrong?"

"It's time for dawn, let's get up! I can't move if you hug me like this."

"Oh yes." Hasbi raised his hand slowly. Dira woke up and looked at the hand of the husband who all night he used as a pillow.

"Your hands are okay? I'm gonna make sleep sick all night."

Hasbi tried to move it. It felt numb and a little painful, but it was also impossible for him to tell his wife. Surely the woman will feel guilty and in the future will never want to be like last night again. But lying is not a good thing either.

"It hurts a little, but I like it. I'm more comfortable like this. The evidence all night I slept well, let alone kiss the fragrant body of my wife who made me sleep in a dream. Now the waking time also sees beautiful women getting me excited."

Dira turned his face in shame. Though the intention was to ask the state of Hasbi's hand, but the man even teased her. If left like this, they will be too late to do their duty. Better he leave soon.

"I'll take a shower, Mom." Dira quickly went down and headed for the room.

Hasbi shaking her head turned out to be fun also flirting with a wife. Her shy and reddened face really makes her own entertainment. To see the happiness on the face of our partner, unconsciously also makes us happy. Dira and Hasbi took turns cleaning themselves and both performed congregational prayers, which became their custom after marriage.

As he promised last night, during the day Hasbi drove his wife to his house, to pick up the things that were there. There are also some that will be donated because it is not used, but still good.

The bell rang, Hasbi immediately opened the door because Dira looked busy. However, the man was so surprised when he found Devi who came with a paper bag. Devi smiled awkwardly at the man, until now she felt bad for Hasbi about what happened to them.

Still with a flat gaze Hasbi allowed his wife's friend to enter. "Sit down, let me call Dira." Hasbi immediately went into the room and approached his wife.

"Who is it, Mas?"

"Devi. He's in the living room, you just go there let me take care of this."

Dira nodded and immediately went to see his best friend. Yesterday when they were communicating Devi did ask him about it and he replied alright. Dira also explained that he would stay at the house of in-laws and said today he would pick up items in the apartment. Maybe his best friend thought he was coming alone, so come and all want to help.

"Sorry, yesterday I couldn't come to your wedding. Here's a little present for you. Not from his stuff, but from my intentions."

"Yes, it's okay, I understand thank you for the gift."

"Why didn't you tell me Hasbi came here too? Know that I didn't come" said Devi, glancing at Dira's room, afraid Hasbi would come out and hear her words.

"Why indeed? Hasbi's mas is it really helping me to pick up my stuff here?"

"So I'd like to help you, but if there's a husband like this I'm not good."

"It's okay. Mas Hasbi won't mind if you help."

"But ...."

"It doesn't have to be much, but. Come to my room! You help me."

Devi finally nodded and followed her best friend. The two went into the room and began to tidy up Dira's belongings in a box. Hasbi also did not want to bother with the existence of Devi. Although in fact the man was uncomfortable with the presence of the woman.

Devi never once apologized to Hasbi after what happened to them. The man also could not forbid the wife to not be friends with Dira anymore because their relationship is also good until now. Either Devi has apologized to Dira or not. The wife also did not mind the presence of her best friend.

All of Dira's belongings have gone into the cardboard box, just take her away from this house. Hasbi has also contacted his assistant, to help bring Dira's belongings to be donated.

The bell rang again, Dira wanted to go forward. However, it is forbidden by Hasbi. "Let me. Maybe it's food for us. I ordered it on purpose, now it's lunch time."

Dira looked at the clock on his wrist and was so shocked when he did not realize the time had passed quickly. "Astagfireullah! I forgot, thank you, Mom."

"Yes, you're welcome." Hasbi went ahead to pick up his order food.

Dira follows her husband out of the room and into the dining room. He would prepare the cutlery so that they could immediately enjoy. Don't forget to also call Devi to eat together. At first the friend refused because it was bad for Hasbi. However, Dira insisted and said that Hasbi also ordered food for her.

They ate three meals, there was no conversation at the dinner table. All just silence with their own minds. Hasbi stole a glance at her best friend. In Devi's heart thinking that Dita and her husband's marriage was not okay, Hasbi was so cold.

Even without the woman it is known Hasbi did deliberately not want to show his affection because it would certainly make his wife uncomfortable. Both are still in the recognition stage, better only shown when alone.

People who will help bring the items to be donated also arrive. Dira also handed over his possessions and entrusted them to be given to people in need.