Hijrah Love In A Third Night
Chapter 37's

...the level of a man's loss is when his woman prefers to complain all his burdens to others or to sosmed. That means a man fails to be a good listener to his woman...

...~ Alisyha ~...

This morning Mas Raga has started to go to the office because there are some files that must be signed. So early in the morning after morning prayers I immediately struggled in the kitchen. Yeah, even though I'm not good at cooking. At least I won't let my husband eat fast food.

When I was busy cutting carrots, I suddenly felt a hand curled around my waist. Who else if not Mas Raga. He hugged me while putting his chin on my shoulder. " I'm so hard to move dong Mas ". My speech. But he still did not flinch.

" Let it be like this, baby. Just a moment "Say it with a typical hoarse voice wake up. I asked him to go back to sleep after morning prayers because I saw he looked exhausted. I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. "it's 6 o'clock. Mending mas hunted shower. The water was ready. His clothes were also prepared on the edge of the bed ". My speech.

" I don't want to go to the office. But papa asked me to come. I still want to be home with you ". Said Manja

" Will also come home. I took a shower there, later in angrily papa loh ! ".

" When I miss you how ? "

" You will also go home. Ahhh hunted shower ! ". Decide me. Finally he complied. Before leaving, he stole a kiss on my cheek. Elementary !

After all the cooking is ready. I went upstairs to call Mas Raga. And when I came in he was busy wearing his tie. " Need help ? " ask him he nodded.

I tiptoed a little to help him put on a tie because I happened to be this tall I still lost high with him. As I was helping her put on the tie, she suddenly wrapped her hands around my waist. It made my heart beat faster.

" Prepared" said me after the tie was neatly installed. Yet he still did not take his hand off my waist. " Let's have breakfast ". Invite me while trying to release his hand that is coiled around my waist.

" yeah-yes ". He said with a forced release of his hand.

We had breakfast together. I scooped rice, vegetables and side dishes onto his plate. He bribed sati into his mouth. " How does it taste ? " ask me scared. I'm afraid my cooking isn't good. He was silent for a while and smiled "It's good, baby, you don't have breakfast ". Ask me.

" no. I'll just go later. I'll accompany you to breakfast. I had a glass of milk so bloated". I said as I watched him eat. After he finished his breakfast. I brought her bag and drove her to the front. Up in front I kissed the back of his hand and gave him his bag. He slapped my forehead back. " I'm leaving first. Be careful at home. Call me if there's anything. Don't let anyone in when I'm not home. If there are guests you don't recognize don't open the gate ". It was like advising a child.

" Ready to Go ".

After Mas Raga left I tasted the vegetables I had made. Because I didn't get to taste it. I wonder what it feels like, what is really good as Mas Raga said.

I tasted it a little and weeeekkk..

It tastes a little salty. So did Mas Raga lie ?.

Maybe he spent this food on the taste slightly salty.

Astagfirullah Mas, why should I lie.

You should have said it was bad.

...***...

I was home alone. Ahh, it seems so boring. After cleaning the house I just sit down, lying watch tv while checking my phone occasionally. Scroll social media. It bored me for a long time. Suddenly my phone rang.

It was Karin who called me. He told me if he would come to visit my house. I decided to ask Mas Raga's permission first before agreeing to Karin's request. Because after all I can't let anyone come to my house before getting permission from my husband. And thank goodness Mas Raga gave permission. With a note as long as it's just at home and I don't go. Possessive basic ! . Since marrying her, she always forbade me to leave if not with her.

" Aaikumussalam . Yeah-yes for a second ".

" Tsk. Lama lo Shha "

" Yaudah come in ".

" Have you prepared your food ? "

" Basic guests no morals ! "

" How about your relationship with my handsome brother. I'm the same kel lo why lo tikung I huaaa ". Karin lebay

" Thank God "

" Alhamdulillah only ? .

I hear Ardan is coming home ?.

How are you with Ardan ? " Tanya Karin.

" yes. My relationship is with Ardan yes he's my sister-in-law ".

" I didn't expect it would finally be like gini. Ardan is fighting. Ehh, fate even bring you to be her brother's soul mate. Definition of keep your own brother's soul mate ". Say Karin while chewing the pastry.

" I also don't know if the ending will be like Gini Rin ".

" Fate cannot be guessed, Syha ". While busy chatting suddenly Karin's phone rang.

" Who is not being lifted ? ". Ask Karin. Because Karin refused the call on her phone.

" Dani "'s ". Lazy speech. Oh yes, in the end Karin was in a relationship with Dani.

" Why not lift ? "

Karin grunts "I'm kelin with her Syha ! . He always catches me. I know his intentions are good, but it makes me uncomfortable. He's always mad when I hang out with my friends again. I am all girls too. He always told me to go home. He does not trust me. He is not my husband yet !. So I don't think he has the right to organize my life.

I'm happy to hangout with my friends. I am satisfied with the quality time with my family, because I know my time with them will not be long. After I've lived with him I'll give him my whole life !. But with my friends ?. With my family ?. I can't spend a lifetime with them. Why can't he understand that ?. In the future if he is my soul mate, I will love all the time I make him !. I love him freedom, he wants to hangout with his friends to do anything, where I never get angry. Because I know his life is not about me !. I know that because he loves me. But I want him to be possessive according to the portion does not need to be excessive ". Karin said at length.

I smiled at him "Yes Rin I understand. Therefore, I always salute women. The woman was great, for the sake of obedience to her husband she was willing to leave her family, adapt to her new environment. It wasn't easy. But women still try their best to do it. I always regret men who can't appreciate women. A woman is willing to sacrifice. Adjusting to new people is not easy. Not to mention if his new family can't take it well. Not to mention if there are words that hurt her heart, while her husband is not able to be a good listener. At that time, a woman had no one but her husband. At that time he no longer had a place to pour out all his heart, because he had left his friends and family. A man should be the most comfortable place for him. In fact, most men often blame women. Most men themselves have not been able to be a good listener for his wife, so many women who choose to pour out their hearts in the sosmed, as his outlet. I think the level of failure of a man is when his woman prefers to complain all the burden to others or to be sosmed. That means a man fails to be a good listener to his woman ". My vow

"Women are always required to be as perfect as possible. It seems not a demand, but in reality in the social environment it is a demand. It's as if women are being demanded to be as perfect as possible. Must be able to do all the things. In addition to being demanded well in terms of female morality, it is also required to be both in terms of physical and adab. Or even more than that ? Social demands force women to be able to all things, including demands that women should be able to work at home or outside the home .Often they forget that women are ordinary people. Often the lack of women is made into gossip material while the advantages are rarely heard or even never acknowledged.

They always wanted a great woman. But they forget that if a woman is great and able to do everything on her own, they no longer need a man. Base ? Because they have been successful and great. They no longer need the role of men, because they have been able to do it alone ! " . Continue me.

" Right Syha what you're talking about, I agree lo. Hopefully Kak Raga can be a good husband for you " said Karin. Which I am aamiini. " Doain too I can be a good wife to him ".