Indissolubility

Indissolubility
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Reyhan and Lani's marriage is now at the age of eight. Since the tragedy of Lani's miscarriage at that time, not long after only about five months Lani again be given the trust of the Almighty. Lani is pregnant with her second child. The pregnancy made the whole family very happy. The sense of happiness is indeed Reyhan's heart increased, even he always spoiled Lani. Can't do this or that. Reyhan was afraid that the events of that time would repeat themselves a second time.


Lani who got such attention made her very happy, but she also felt constrained by her husband because he could not do anything. Often Lani denied the words of her husband who impressed very much. Even her mother-in-law was very supportive of what her single son did. He was also afraid to lose his grandson for the second time. So he agreed what his son did to his wife. As long as it does not exceed the limit. But that's what makes Lani feel depressed. It feels like she is not happy with the behavior of her husband who is very impressed to lock himself up so as not to move.


Lani has repeatedly tried to advise her husband if what he will do will not harm their child, but the husband does not want to listen to advice from Lani. Therefore, Lani often denied the words of her husband. He will stubbornly do what he wants.


"Where are you going?" Lani who had just come from the kitchen approached her husband who looked neat in casual clothes.


"Mas wants to go out for a while, you be careful at home huh. Take good care of our daughter, Reni," advises Lani.


Lani kissed with reverence the burly hand, which was met with a kiss on the forehead from Reyhan. The routine that Lani always did to her husband every husband will go wherever it is.


Reyhan left his mother's house. He wants to go around today. It feels very sad when at home continue, especially during holidays like this. Not unwilling to invite the wife, but Reyhan wants to be alone for today. Maybe next time with his wife and kids.


Reyhan cleaves the highway using a motor. He didn't want to take the car because it wasn't too wide that he could see. If with a motor, his head can see here and there.


Reyhan continued to drive his motorcycle to where he and his ex-wife used to live. Why did Reyhan suddenly go this way. His eyes looked at the house he used to shelter in now looked very neat. Plus some flower pots that look very beautiful make the eyes of anyone to see it so amazed.


To Reyhan's astonishment, the woman in the house is not his ex-wife who he divorced seven years ago, but someone else. Reyhan wondered why this house was sold by his ex-wife. Is it because there are too many of their memories there, therefore his ex-wife sold the house or something else.


Reyhan stopped his bike in front of the fence. Then without permission to enter the yard of the house that looks spacious.


"Excuse me Ma'am" said Reyhan when he arrived before a woman who was cool watering the flowers.


"Yes, what's wrong?" ask her friendlier.


"May I ask you something" Reyhan said.


"Oh yes, please, let's sit first," said his mother invited Reyhan to sit on a chair that is available on the porch of the house.


"Oh yes, thank you Ma'am," replied Reyhan who replied with a nod from the woman.


Now Reyhan and his brother are sitting in the seats that are already available there.


"What do you want?" mama asked because Reyhan had not spoken yet but looked around the house without stopping, like there was something he wanted to look for.


"Oh yes Ma'am, until I forget, hehe. The owner of this house?" ask Reyhan to the point.


"No Mas, it happens to have been seven years I rented this house to Mbak who has a house," explained the woman who still looks very young. Probably around his thirties.


"Said Mbak where I took the key to the initial time he said, the owner of this house went home to his hometown Mas. That's all I know" the woman replied with a smile.


"Oh that's it, Ma'am, thanks Ma'am, the information" said Reyhan.


"Yes, you're both,"


"Yes already Ma'am, I'm sorry first," said Reyhan then stood up to leave the place where he used to go home and take shelter for himself.


"Yes Mas" the woman replied kindly.


Reyhan back on his bike, out of the yard of his wife's matan house with a heart full of questions. Why his ex-wife left this house when the house can be lived without renting a house elsewhere. That was Reyhan's current mind.


Along the way to the house, Reyhan's mind was filled with question marks. Question mark why Yumna left her house. Reyhan's mind was not focused at all. Even at home he was just pensive.


"Why are you?" Lani who just made a sweet tea for her husband was amazed by the behavior of the husband who felt a bit strange.


"What's wrong, honey?" ask his wife.


"I noticed from earlier Mas daydreaming continuously. What are you thinking about? Tell me if I know I'll give you a solution" explained Lani gently rubbed her husband's hand.


"There is no dear. I didn't think anything. Maybe it's just your gut feeling" Reyhan replied, unwilling to tell his wife. Even his wife was jealous if she told him about her ex-wife who did not live in the house they used to live in.


"Oh yaudah Mas, I will not mean you make a story. Have you eaten Mas?"


"Dear not, Mas's not hungry yet" blas Reyhan.


"Judah I live first, Mas, because there is a lot of laundry that I have not done Mas,"


"Yaudah you work gih, later even more stacked if not done," said Reyhan who was taken by his wife.


After Lani's death, Reyhan returned. His mind was still filled with question marks as to where his ex-wife had gone. He really does not know where the parents of his ex-wife's hometown is.


Tired of thinking about useless things, Reyhan sipped the tea his wife made to the toilet. Sweet tea that has begun to be rather cold because of the unfaithful daydream.


Reyhan left the living room to his room to rest his body which felt very tired. Though the trip he had not too long ago, but it made the handsome man feel tired very very very. It might also be due to the effects of thinking highly of an ex-wife.


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