Lecturer & Rector
The real heart

"Han? Anisa is sleeping! You go to that room!" Said Mother. So cool to chat, he only realized if the one he had been handling since had fallen asleep.

"Let Farhan carry" replied Farhan and began to carry Anisa.

"Hellie! Basic caper!" Ical Seru.

"What problem does Brother Ical have with Farhan's sister?" Goda Farhan's.

"is! Gelay the cave, you call Brother," Brother Ical.

Yheng! Jengs! Jengs!

Plaque! One blow and a flick from Umi and the wife landed. Ical forgot if there's a Umi! Ends it with Umi's nagging. While Farhan giggled and moved to the top floor.

"How many times have you talked! You're Farhan's brother! Don't pack me elo! Not polite," Umi began to argue.

"Udah, his name is also young... Long temenan, it is difficult if you want to get used to new things," said Mother who also giggled to see the mother who scolded her child.

"What young people? I have that child. Gotta give you a good example dong! Umi gives you a good intake, Cal, what a cake gini," Still continues.

"Kan Abi has said that Umi is sensitive.. So maklumin ajah," Chirkin Abi.

"So too!" Umi's Resist.

"Udah Mi, ashamed of the newlyweds," Lirih Kak Aisy glanced at Wardah and Cak Ibil who gawked at the pointless quarrel.

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The long debate stopped as the little angel cried. Looks sleepy. Aisy's sister took from Wardah's sling and said goodbye to her room.

"Mas, is there something wrong with me?" Ask Wardah. He sat down by Cak Ibil's side.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to bed. Sleepy, you also do not sleep last night. Tomorrow we leave in the morning" replied Cak Ibil.

It always is, every night it always is. No chatter led to the future of the new family. Every time Wardah offends a household problem, it is always avoided. He wanted to tell Anisa all did not dare. It's one of the family's disgrace.

POV Wardah

I know very well during the family room earlier that my husband often noticed Anisa. When Anisa was put on her head by her in-laws. Once again! Again my envy appeared. I'm envious! Aye! I envy my own friends. But I'm also happy to see my best friend happy.

He who at all times looks happy, with his husband, family, even in-laws. As for me, every night is only given the back of the field only.

Oh my God, can I survive with a household like this? It hasn't been a month, but I complain every day. I know God never gets tired of listening to my prayers. But here I am getting tired of my life.

The kling! One notiv appeared on my device .

'How was Anisa ndok's house?' Mother sent me a message.

"Alhamdulillah Mommy, Wardah happy here, Umi said hello earlier, Wardah forgot not to tell," I replied.

"Alaiki wa alaihassalam. You okay, aren't you?" Ask him again.

Mother's instincts are always right about her child. But I don't want to admit that I'm not okay. It feels like I'd love to type if 'i'm not okay Mother'.

Pouring out the whole uneg-uneg. But I can't.

"Wardah well Mother, yes yes Bun, Mas Aibil told Wardah to sleep fast. Tomorrow we have to leave early". Lirih Wardah, until finally hang up the phone.

Seriate...