Immaculacy
Jealous

The atmosphere was silent, only occasionally heard the sound of sheets of paper back and forth. Tonight the atmosphere of the house returned as usual, there was only a couple who were busy with their respective affairs.

"Mas, still not done?

"Not yet!"

"So bored."

"Hm"

"Glassman....."

The man opened his glasses.

"Why, my dear?, what causes my dear to be bored?"

"Ah.., lebay" said the woman heard her husband's answer.

"Mas, Mba Winda is her ex, huh? ask Mila.

"Don't have an ex! never been dating!" answer Dzaki

"Did I break up from Mba Vinda badly? the proof is that he did not want to go to the hospital. Even Mila wants to leave also not allowed. Yesterday the same story Ummi, mas also diverted the conversation. What's wrong, what's wrong!" mila said.

"Udah mas said, I never dated, I didn't have time. Thinking about college tasks is also dizzy, why not get dizzy with dating." Dzaki closed his laptop.

"That's the wind, the son of a senior lecturer in the mas campus, the buya Yahya.When the new mas started working here, mas lived in his house. Formerly Winda was not like his appearance now loh deck. Not at all religious, but his parents are very respected people because of his faith. He likes to go up the mountain, his behavior is well. If you go to college, you must be a man. That's the guy changing. Buya often worried about making it. Alhamdulillah.maybe because of do'a parents, slowly he changed. She started wearing a hijab, although still using a subordinate pair of jeans, and clothes that are less long or a little tight. Mas still remember very well, how the reaction of the mother saw the first time her son wore a hijab." Dzaki's eyes seemed to look up to that time.

"Trus.trus!"

"But I felt the change was not because of God, but because of you!"

"It's not like pespean mas yes, since the first mas there, he always paid attention to the mas. I wasn't comfortable, until I bought this house, and moved here"

"Why did mas move?, instead of mas should even strengthen his spirit mba Vinda so istiqomah."

"Mas not comfortable ah, if glimpsed continues. Attention continues. Aggressively. I don't like aggressive women. For a long time there I was afraid of the Khilaf. Sometimes faithfulness can be defeated by that which is always there!"

"Meanwhile, there was a taste, huh,mas?" ask Mila

"A little bit.." said Dzaki hesitantly.

Deg.., like there's a cloudy cloud carrying lightning. There was pain but no bleeding. A feeling Mila had never felt before.

"What mas avoid meeting mba Winda for fear of the fear of it coming back again, do not-don't feel it is not a little. Sorry, why did I ask that!" Mila smacked her index finger into her broad forehead. The mood changed immediately.

derrr.

Mila's phone vibrated, incoming call with an unknown number.

"Who calls these nights!" heed

"Hello..Alhamdulillah.," the voice from across there.

"Why, who's sorry?" ask Mila

"I am Vinda, the woman you helped at that time. From yesterday I tried to contact you, but your number is not active. Thank God, now connect!"

"Oh so, yes mba, the time of the incident yesterday my HP was broken, fell.., it was so stepped again the same thugs. So retire..My favorite HP. hehe"

"Duh.., I'm sorry deck. Because mba is like that. Thank you, yes, have notolongin mba.., later mba replace yes h**phonenya. oh yes we have not been acquainted. What's your name?, just by the way you look like a student?"

"Do not mba, have been bought by my husband, after all it is time to retire.I Mila mba, UB student."

"He.iya later, sometime yeah,mba!" Mila answered lazily.

The woman across there who feels like her interlocutor is not interested.

"Then I'll see Mila, sorry to interrupt her time. Assalamu'alaikum." closed Winda

"It turns out that macho girl is married. Not afraid of being slammed by men." said Winda smiled amusedly.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Mila put down her cup.

New phones, Android says kids today. Mila didn't want a HP like this. He thinks calling and texting is more than enough. No need for grandiose.

"Who's deck?" ask Dzaki

"Your boyfriend." replied Mila leaving Dzaki who was surprised to see his wife's behavior, let alone hear the word "you" just now.

Mila threw her body on the bed, put on a blanket and slept sideways against her husband who was still sitting.

"Why him?" dzaki said in his heart.

In the corner, tears fell as hard as rain. His finger was deliberately bitten, so that no sound could be heard. But the vibrations of the body cannot be hidden.

Dzaki saw it, slowly he approached his wife.

Carefully, his knees walked slowly over his wide mattress. Do not let his wife know of his arrival.

The tiny body behind the blanket is now near, almost not far away, clearly seen a wet pillow. Slowly behind his wife's body.

"What's wrong, why cry?"

"Mas, what's wrong."

"Anything. Want to cry again, it has not been crying for a long time!" mila said like a whine. Following her husband's laughter

"Crying to use want, yank? No dong, if you want another one to be allowed." said Dzaki hugging his wife

"Gapain mas, hug adek?, later mas ngebayangin melek mba Vinda!" ucao Mila ketus

Dzaki scrunched his forehead. He knows now what the problem is.

"O, so this mas wife is jealous, haha" Dzaki's laughter grew louder, as loud as his embrace.

"Don't think no. If the mas really wants to be a wife of gold, mas may not be lamar adek. I told you, I'm still here!" Dzaki led his wife's hand to hold her heart.

"Kok still, mas. Not just!"

"Yes, I can't zamin. If you say it's just adek that's in the heart of the mas, I'm afraid of sin." Dzaki's laughter is getting broken, seeing his wife who is getting sullen. His wife was crying.

"Maas.." whining.

"Byhati mas, there are Mila, Ummi, Buya, Mamak, Dad and others" said Dzaki who was increasingly anxious to see his sweet wife.

"Grandfather can be jealous, jealousy is a sign of love. Mas happy. Means she loves me. But remember, do not lose the same jealousy, do not be jealous so rude to the husband. Don't be blind jealous, if there is a problem like this in the future, find out the real thing don't guess."

Not from the bone of the crown it is created, for it is dangerous to leave it in flattery. Not even from the bones of the foot, because nothing makes it trampled and enslaved. But from the left rib close to the heart to be loved, near the hand to be protected.

Bless (in goodness) in women, for women are made of ribs, and the most crooked of ribs is the base. If you try to straighten that crooked rib, then he could break. But if you let him, he will remain crooked. So advise the women." (CHR. Bukhari and Muslim)

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