I'm the One You're wasting
Design is a little changed

Arriving at home, the design without warning just slapped the smooth cheek of Witma until a red mark was clearly visible there. "Little woman! I already have a husband but still want to tease other men!" the voice echoed in the living room. "Less what I was all this time, huh?" Design pulling Witma's hair.

Witma shook her head, holding her cheek which felt very hot from Reka's slap. His left hand held the hands of the designer. "Mas, you misunderstood me, that was when I accidentally met with Arash's brother." Witma will explain so that the designer does not misunderstand. "Trust me, Mommy." Witma knew right now that she was jealous. "Maybe I will betray you behind, did not Mas already know for himself.if this heart is for you only one." Witma still spoke softly, although Reka was still at home grabbed her hair.

"I'm not stupid! Which might be a coincidence. Do not let you guys have made a deal. Aye, right?" ask the designer who does not easily believe what Witma says.

"By God, I'm not lying Mas." Witma tried to take her hand off her hair.

"Once again I see you, as alone as before! I won't hesitate to lock you up in this house, and don't expect that I'll let you go to your mother's house again, okay?"

Witma nodded quickly, as she was afraid that Reka would get even more angry. He then said, "We sit down first, so that the anger in your heart becomes a little less."

The designer took off his trap on Witma's hair. Then gazing intensely at Witma from top to bottom, a smirk smile suddenly just etched clearly on her lips. "It's barren, a lot of behavior. Basic cheesy!"

Reka's voice was like a dagger that pierced the recesses of Witma's heart, he did not expect Reka would say so, his tears that from earlier he could bear finally spilled wet his two smooth cheeks. "I'm not barren Mas" said Witma. "Allah has not given us trust. This is where we have to put one word that is the word patience" continued Witma.

"The defense that keeps coming out of your mouth! Not just once but over and over again. My eardrum until it hurts to hear it," hissed Reka.

"Our task is to continue to pray, to rely, and to try. The rest we leave to the above," said Witma who always reminded Reka. Although Reka looks very stupid, about what Witma said. "Didn't God know better, what our way of life will be. Therefore we must never precede his destiny." Witma grabbed the hands of the designer. "Trust me, God will not test his servant according to his limits."

"Eleh, the lecture at the mosque is not here!" The design brushed off Witma's hand. "Sok alim, even though your mouth is always used against the husband!" cetus Design.

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After finishing the prayer and teaching, Witma intended to relax his body, but suddenly he heard the voice of Endang who called him from the direction of the living room, with a rush Witma out. She wanted to know why her mother-in-law had tumben called out to her in a soft voice.

"Son, Witma's here for a bite!" endang

"Yes, Mom. Wait a minute, Witma is coming out soon" said Witma who was wearing her clothes, because she was only wearing the interior.

"Witma," call Endang again.

Witma came out with a cheerful face, as well as her lips that were engraved with a sweet smile. "Yes, Mom, this is Witma out. What's up?" ask Witma when she approached Endang.

"Here, acquaintance used to be with the future wife of Reka." The sound of Endang is indeed soft, but it is able to make the heart of Witma almost stop beating. "Why shut up, come here first, son."

Instead of answering, Edang instead invited the woman who was much older than Witma to speak. "Lisa, know this Reka's wife who … ." Endang deliberately paused his sentence, before continuing. "Sorry she's the wife of the barren Reka" she whispered softly.

Witma who heard that, held her chest that suddenly hurt. He did not expect it turned out that Bu Endang's speech this morning was not kidding. "Mom, Witma will never let Mas Reka marry again." Witma tried to stand up, though her legs still felt limp. "Assalamualaikum, Witma sleeps first," said Witma.

Lisa and Endang both gawked, after Witma had gone from there. To the extent that they did not answer the Witma greeting.

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At exactly 12 pm, Risa came home with a face that was so radiant. It also did not stagger as usual, so Witma who saw it became happy. "Mas, have you eaten?" ask Witma directly. When Rikk sat next to him.

"Here, here's the rest of my food, I packed. Dear banished." The design gives Witma a black bag of crackles. "Come, take it."

Witma's hand stretched out and took the crackle. "Where's the money? Can you buy this much food?" ask Witma who wants to ascertain whether the food that Reka brings is purchased with halal money. Because all this time Witma knows Reka will have money if he wins playing gambling.

"Eat, it's halal money. My overtime work tonight," Reka told a lie. "If you still doubt your husband, don't eat, just love Agung and Sera who are still watching TV outside."

Witma fell silent, she felt strange. Why the tone of the voice of the design sounds different which is usually always angry is now inversely proportional. "What work, if Witma can figure it out?" Witma asked out of concern, afraid that Reka would return to the factory suit. "Later answered, I want to give this to them first. I happen to be so full." Witma was honest.

The sultry designer took off his clothes. "As far as you are concerned, the important thing is that I have tried to be a good husband" said Reka who broke down her body. "In my pocket, there's money. You give me everything tomorrow morning, it's all the money pay our thanks because mom took us to live in this house."

"Maas … ." Witma who remembered the incident just called Reka, she wanted to tell Reka about what had happened.

"Hmm," replied Brief design. Because he already knew what Witma was going to say.

"Mommy brought women to si—"

"I already know, you don't have to take heart, just take a stone, it's throwing a woman to know the taste," cut Reka quickly. "Other times, if you bring another woman, prepare a knife," continued Reka.

Witma was unceasingly privileged, in her heart. He didn't expect Reka to say that. "Mas, how do you know?"

"Lisa ...," replied someone standing in the doorway.

Seriate.