Handsome Husband Wife Unapparent
Jealous again

"Maas ...."

"I'm not angry, honey. That's what you want to ask?" riko asked with a straight forward look.

"Alhamdulillah then," answered Naila even though she knew her husband was currently holding back emotions.

"Yes, I know, you and him accidentally met. Starting next week do not treatment again at the clinic, later I will find a better beauty clinic." Riko continued his words.

"Mas ... said he wasn't angry? Why should I move?" naila protests.

"Alright, Honey. I want to give my wife the best. Don't be so bad, I'm doing all this for your own good" Riko said, glancing at Naila for a moment, then refocusing on driving.

" Yes, Mom, it's up to you." Naila also did not want to continue their debate in the vehicle.

Riko returned with her eyes straight ahead. Drive his four-wheel drive somewhere he wants. Immediate holidays are used to calm the mind.

Naila knows the way the car doesn't go to the house. Looking at her husband's agitated face, Naila undoes her intention to ask. Letting her husband go wherever he likes, Naila chooses resignation.

Stopping right in the parking lot of a shopping mall, Riko took Naila down and took her by the hand wherever she stepped. Naila just smiled, never seeing Riko sulking like now. It seems that his jealousy is still dominating.

Entering a boutique for Muslim women's clothing, Riko stops and talks to his wife.

"Today is special for my wife, just choose a dress or other clothes that you like. Not just one, two or three or even five is fine. I'm gonna go ahead for a second, call Mr. Adam first."

Riko kissed Naila's forehead before leaving. Naila just nodded and obeyed what her husband said. To Naila, Riko's speech was a command, not a request or just a mere offer. Inevitably, Naila must obey him.

Walk around the boutique while looking and choose some set of gamis that look very nice and expensive. Naila finally dropped the choice on a mauve and dark blue colored robe. Plain without motifs with small lace ornaments on the cuff and the bottom of the skirt. Combined with matching color khimar and soft and comfortable material.

Unwittingly, a pair of eyes noticed Naila from a distance, smiling then walking towards Naila.

"Sorry ... Naila, huh?"

Naila immediately turned her gaze towards the voice that greeted her. A handsome man with a pure white skin and glazed eyes, smiled sweetly at him. Naila smiled, remembering an old friend's name.

"Daffa? Are you really Daffa? How are you?" ask Naila.

"Thank God be good, Naila. I was hesitant to greet you, but after noticing your posture and your walking, I finally became convinced to approach you" Daffa replied with a happy-looking face.

"There are you, Daffa." Naila was embarrassed by Daffa's words, afraid to be heard by surrounding boutique visitors.

"You're more beautiful now, Naila, so I was hesitant" Daffa said truthfully.

"Yes, I know, I was ugly a long time ago" Naila said.

"Sorry, that's not what I meant. Even though you remain as you once were, I still love you," replied Daffa.

"Daffa, please don't talk weird!" Naila began to feel uncomfortable with Daffa's words.

"Sorry, but I'm serious, Naila. If you have time, we'll talk at the cafe in front. This shop is my mother's. I was only in Indonesia for one month. Because my mother died, now I take care of her. Special lady special, free no matter what you choose."

"Bgf ... Daffa .. I'm sorry then, I declined your offer" Naila said.

Daffa continued to try to persuade Naila to accept her gifts. He knows the nature of Naila. While Riko who had returned to see Naila, just stood to pay attention. Riko's position is quite close to them, but Naila is unaware of his existence.

"Naila, once in a while, take my gift from me" Daffa said.

"Thank you, but I'm more comfortable paying for it." Naila again refused her friend's request.

"Ehemm .. sorry to interrupt. Honey, are you done choosing her?" Riko approached and interrupted their conversation.

"Eh, Mas .. introduce this to my college friend, Daffa Pratama."

"Riko, Naila's husband." Rico introduces herself by mentioning her position as Naila's husband. Daffa also welcomed Riko's hand and said his name.

"Daffa."

"How, dear, have you been chosen?" Riko again asked Naila who was still confused by her choice.

"Sorry Naila, I didn't know you were married. Just pick some you like. Free, consider it my wedding gift, " said Daffa, who felt guilty for flirting with Naila. Daffa forced himself to smile at them.

Naila looked at her husband and Riko understood and nodded her head. Naila took one of the gamis she had chosen, although in fact she herself was uncomfortable because she could not pay.

"This is my card, Naila. If you want, come to the beauty clinic which is also my mother's legacy business. I'll definitely give you a special price." Daffa gave her card and Naila was forced to accept it.

"All right, thank you. We say goodbye first and again thank you for the gift." Naila said goodbye after one of the Daffa employees gave a tote bag containing the set of his choice.

"Together, Naila. Come here again sometime, I will definitely give you a special discount."

Hearing of the married Naila, there was a sense of regret in Daffa's heart. Leaving Indonesia is the same as leaving Naila. Daffa complied with his mother's wish to continue his S2 in America. Exactly one month ago, his mother died and now Daffa has to continue the business of several branches of boutiques and beauty clinics relics of his mother.

"Naila, I'm late. It turns out you're not my soul mate. May you be happy with your husband."

Daffa could only pray for the woman he had long desired. Trying to bury back the feeling that had come when he saw Naila alone. However, the prejudice turned out to be wrong, the woman already had a partner.

***

Riko's four-wheeled vehicle runs slowly due to traffic jams. The silent atmosphere in the car makes Naila just silent while playing her phone. Trying to talk, Riko's answer was always short, without a smile and without looking at her. Uncomfortable atmosphere, make the trip feel long. Naila is just a bit of heart, trying to get rid of anxiety and sadness.

This month, exactly one year and two months he was living in this city. He left his village and lived in the city for three months. Two months later Riko married her. Their marriage is now still counted as corn, not even a year. However, Naila felt that the problem had come to change.

A few months ago the problem came from photos of him that finally made him bullied many people. Next the problem came from the woman of her husband's ex-lover and also her brother-in-law. Is it now that meeting two male college friends will also cause trouble?

Naila can only pray and be patient. Three months because of routine care at a famous beauty clinic, Naila no longer gets insulted when she leaves the house. Her face now looks beautiful and bright, her skin is no longer dull. The first and second problems have already passed and been resolved. Naila realized, next there will definitely be a third, fourth, fifth and so on.

The car arrived in front of the house without Naila realizing it. Her mind floated, imagining her husband who would definitely return jealous. After entering the room and cleaning up, Naila intended to prepare lunch. However, Riko's question makes Naila undo his intentions.

"Daffa's your ex-lover?"

"No, Mas. I told you I never dated. She's my college friend too" Naila replied as she sat on the sofa by the window. She knew her husband would definitely ask for an explanation about Daffa.

"Ooh ...."

"Yes ..he is an outstanding student, one of the students with cumlaude grades. His mother was a widow who fought from the bottom until finally managed to set up a business and now her branches are everywhere." Naila continues her story before Riko asks.

"It seems you know his life very well" said Riko.

"To be clear we used to be close, close friends. He's a nerd, often bullied for his looks and thick glasses. We feel we have the same fate, making us friends. That's why he often told me about his family."

"Did he propose to you?" ask Riko curiously.

"No, he just said that he loved me, that's all. Maybe it means love as a friend." Naila tried to explain carefully.

"And he still loves you until now. Right?" riko asked Naila who just kept looking at her.

"I heard your talk from the beginning. Moreover, the buttons are wide and just so happened to be only a few visitors, I heard clearly what you guys were talking about." Riko continued his words.

"After Bhishma, now Daffa. Who will you meet again?"

"Maos ..." Naila feels Riko is getting angry at her.

"Sorry, I'm not angry, just upset" said Riko.

"Here you go, I don't want to talk about it. I don't want us to fight over this insignificant matter" Naila replied.

"You may not be important, but it's important to me, Naila. Even Rony's sister clearly admires you. Especially your friends? You're wrong to think they're just messing with you" said Riko, who made Naila stand up and walk over to him. Naila hugged her husband's body tightly, calming her emotions.

"Mas .. please ...."

"I'm sorry" said Riko who finally regained consciousness and began to calm down while peeping Naila's forehead.

"I'll prepare lunch, I'm hungry."

Naila let go of her embrace and immediately left Riko who was still standing looking at her.

"Pakeeeett .... "

It was clearly heard by Naila when she just came out of her room. Naila walked forward, approaching the courier who shouted loudly calling the host. He opened the gate and smiled at a man who was the courier of one of his regular expeditions.

"Eh ... Miss Naila, it's getting sweeter. Pack dong messages often, Ma'am, let me also often meet with Miss Naila."

"It could have been, thank you, yeah." Naila also received a package given to her without serving a courier speech that sometimes invites joking when meeting her.

"Together, Mother."

The introduction of the package passed, Naila then closed the gate again. Surprised himself when he turned around. Riko was standing behind him. Her husband's face was pure white, looking red. Naila understood, Riko held back in anger.

"From now on don't order stuff online anymore!"

Naila just shook her head, looking at her husband who had already walked into the house. Sighing heavily, as heavy as the household exams were beginning to return.

Astaghfirullah, even the same packageman he was also jealous.