For A Husband Who Doesn't Love Me
46. About Women

Hidayat waited in front of the gate of Maira campus with a face look impatient. Every now and then he glanced at his watch hoping that time would pass. He didn't even care to have waited for more than an hour.

Azan Zuhur was heard roaring, and he had not seen any sign of Maira coming out of his campus. He decided to pray at the nearest mosque from there first, because it was not yet the time for Maira to return home.

After praying, Hidayat returned to the front of the Maira campus. He saw that his wife had been there waiting anxiously.

"Maira's..."

Maira flinched, turning to him with a nervous face.

"A-branch?"

"Maira's home? Brother from earlier waiting for Maira here?" Hidayat said as he got off his bike.

Maira shines Hidayat's hand. His face looked pale, and he was still acting restless.

"Maira why? How did Maira's face turn pale? Maira's sick, huh?" Ask Hidayat a barrage while flanking Maira's cheeks investigating.

"Maira's fine, Bang... Let's go home now..." Maira's insistence looks uncomfortable.

"No, we go to the hospital first... You don't want Maira to hide anything from you... Remember, there is no disease that cannot be cured if we try to be healed, unless God wills..." Hidayat looked so possessive.

"What the hell, Bang? Maira forgot that Maira should have gotten it by now, where Maira didn't bring any more bread..." Kilah Maira with her forehead frowning in wonder at her husband's behavior.

"Bread? Maira's hungry?" Hidayat asked, not understanding Maira's words.

"Astaghfirullah hal'azhiim's... Maira again hitch, brother... And Maira didn't bring a bandage... Maira was embarrassed to suddenly break through... Later people will think Maira is dirty again..." Maira whispered to Hidayat's shoulder.

"So, Maira hitch?" The nose breathes a sigh of relief.

"Ma.mmm..." Maira nodded. "We're going home now, Bang... Maira is worried..."

"Come, Ride... Be careful..."

Hidayat drove his motorbike at medium speed towards home. "How long, Mai?"

"What's how long, Bang?" Maira asked as she brought her ear closer to Hidayat's shoulder.

"The obstacle..."

"Why really? Usually you never think about it..." Ketus Maira nosy considering the events last night and dawn.

"Say he wants a honeymoon... If there's a red cross like this how can you pass?" Hidayat replied while chuckling.

"Come on, now you're starting to flirt..." Maira said as she pinched the small of Hidayat's waist.

Hidayat widened his laughter. He squirms a little bit at Maira's ridiculous pinch. "The same wife herself what's wrong, Mai..."

"Stay flirty..." Maira ngedumel.

"So, when is it finished...?"

"PR for Brother..." Ketus Maira pretends to snack.

"Well, how?"

"Abang should have known about Maira up to her roots, so that Maira could feel more considerate brother Maira..." Ketus Maira sounds jutek. "Emm, it's also about what that woman's going through..."

"Hehe... Aye, yes... Brother will find out everything... Emm, but you know a little bit more about women..." Cengir Hidayat responded to Maira's words with his joke.

"What's It?"

"The woman if again the innate obstruction is grumpy... Take for example the wife of brother..." Answer Hidayat.

"Come, Brother..." Maira's getting sullen. She again pinched the small of Hidayat's waist, so that her husband wriggled over it. Hidayat then took Maira's hand with his left hand, then he circled it to his waist.

"Maira hugs Abang... Let Maira's heart settle down a little... Brother does not really know, even Brother can not feel what Maira feels... But, Maira must believe that Brother will be sad if Maira feels pain..." Hidayat said so softly.

Maira smiled behind Hidayat's back. She wrapped her other hand around her husband's waist, and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Brother..."

Keep chatting until they don't realize they've almost entered the fence. Maira came down carefully. He felt weak because the first day he had his monthly guests.

Maira rushed into the house. He scratched his drawer and wardrobe looking for something in there. His voice looked confused.

"Why, Mai?" Ask Hidayat to worry.

"Emmm, it's like Maira's sanitary napkin's gone, Bang..." Adu Maira with a wrinkled forehead.

"Will you?" Reply Maira asked hesitantly.

"Why not want to? Maira's weird..."

"Any shame?"

"Well, why be ashamed? In the stalls many buy so much men... Bang Eko Rantau Selamat, Bang Cun, just so much..." Said Hidayat innocently.

"They'll sell again, Bang... Same with Brother..." Maira Protest.

"What's wrong, Mai...? Maira wants to go out and buy it herself? The way Maira's way is already tight is his feet..." Kelakar Hidayat winked to the lower part of his wife's limb.

"Air, iii.h..." Maira. "Yes, please buy Maira, Bang..." Petanya surrendered.

"Okay, Brother get out first... Wait a minute, yeah..."

"Ummm.. " Cut Maira weakly.

Just a few steps before reaching the door, Hidayat turned towards Maira. "What brand does Maira usually wear?"

"Ch*** that don't use wings..." Maira's heart is timid.

Hidayat smiled looking at Maira's downcast face not daring to look at her for long. He immediately left because considering how tormented Maira was currently holding back the fatigue mixed with amused in her groin.

Arriving at the stall, Hidayat frowned looking at the shelves arranged in a narrow space filled with daily goods in it.

"Search for what, Yat?" Ask the shop owners' mothers to him, even though at the same time people are quite crowded shopping there.

"Ch*** that don't use one large pack wing, ma'am..." Pinta Hidayat without heeding the gaze of the person who looked at him with a feeling of salute.

"Not one big pack, Yat... There are only eight pads..." The mother seemed to regret.

"Emmm... Buy five packs, ma'am..." Hidayat.

"Waaah... Make it sell again, Yat? How much did you buy it? What's in your stall is up?" Ask other buyers who already know themselves.

"Make Maira, Mom..." Answer Hidayat with ease.

"But how much is that?" Ask the other mothers.

"Women are usually interested in how much, ma'am?" Ask Hidayat without shame.

"Two packs filled with eight pads is usually a lot of that, Yat..."

"Two packs? How long is the month coming, Mom...?" Hidayat asked so innocently, making the mothers in the stall smile to themselves.

"If for normal women it is usually three to seven days, Yat... Just try searching on Google or books about it... Sometimes every woman is different too, Yat..."

"Owh, I see, Mom... Then I'll buy two packs first, ma'am..." Hidayat.

"Aren't you in sync, Yat?" Ask the shop owner.

"Syrup?" Hidayat.

"Yes... Maira usually buys that too if again a hitch... Make a pain reliever..." Obviously the mother again.

Hidayat bowed for a moment. "Yes, buy that, Mom..."

"In the meantime, Yat..." Answer the shop owner's mother while taking Hidayat groceries.

The shop owner's mother handed him a bag of crackles containing goods ordered by Hidayat, and Hidayat returned the rupiah he had prepared. "Thank you, Ma... Mothers, I go first... Assalamualaikum..."

"Wa'alaikum hail..." Mothers are there at the same time. Not far away Hidayat stepped, the voices of the mothers praised him.

"I am thirteen years married, not even though my husband bought me a sanitary pad... O Allah, it is fortunate that women who have husbands like Hidayat..."

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