Lecturer & Rector
Wait around

Three days in the pesantren was quite tiring for Anisa and Farhan. How not, two responsibilities at once shouldered simultaneously. A few weeks ago, they came home from school.

No word of rest. They have to struggle with the university world every day. Farhan has been busy for a few days. Meetings and meetings every day. Deadline for the departure of pilgrims wali songo pilgrimage is getting closer. There's a lot to prepare.

Not infrequently Anisa had to be willing to wait for Farhan in his room until night. As of this moment, Anisa was pensive on the bed of Farhan's private office room. Bored of? Sure was! To the extent that sophisticated boxes that broadcast thousands of channels are unable to fade the boredom of the owner. Flat objects that had been held had not been functioned at all at this time.

Aware of that Anisa tried to beat her husband there was no sign of retaliation like that. Call up? Of course he didn't dare. Afraid to disturb. It's been a very night. What, the last meeting all this time? Reluctant to re-type something on the flat object back. He had read it, but why not reply? Anisa chose to look at the skyscraper of Jombang city. Not much, because the city of Jombang is still classified as a beautiful city.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The tightness of the main door disperse the reverie of Anisa. Seen from her shadow like a woman.

Cklek!

“Mbak Anisa, this is a deposit from Mr. Rector,” said Mbak Retno a TU Faculty of Law.

“Oh yes, thank you mbak,” Anisa replied.

Anisa took over the tray containing the food. It's 9 p.m. Even Anisa's been cooking at Farhan's office. Why in the delivery of food again. mending if the one who drove her husband, this is even someone else. When is the meeting going to be?

Anisa didn't let Retno just walk away. Ask him to sit on the sofa. He has to ask something.

“What has been this final meeting about his pilgrimage?” Ask Anisa.

“It's done, Ma'am. Maybe at this time Mr. Rector is still eating dinner with other lecturers. It was two hours ago when it was finished. Really drain Mbak energy, tired,” replied Mbak Retno.

Two hours ago? Why didn't her husband call at all? He was not even willing to eat first to wait for his husband.

“This is from my husband?” Ask Anisa.

“Iya Mbak, it was Mbak Nana who wanted to deliver, but instead was thrown at me,” He replied.

“Thank you huh?” Anisa.

“Yes, equally Ma'am. I say yes first, already tired,” He replied then saying goodbye.

After the death of Retno, Anisa looked at the tray containing the food. Switching to his flat object, he found no calls or just incoming messages at all.

Trowels. Trowels. Trowels.

Connected, but not lifted. Anisa tried to remember the mistake some time ago. It didn't seem to exist, even before the meeting Farhan was acting as usual.

“What is this much food for? Probably the same time Mas Faridz also yes?” Anisa Mumbled.

The food tray was moved along with the cooking that had been cooked earlier. Maybe soon the husband came home, Anisa chose to wait on the sofa.

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Uhm!

Farhan stretched his muscles. It seems he slept wrong. His muscles are so stiff. Aye! He now sleeps on the sofa.

“Astaghfirullah! Eleven hours?” Farhan Kaget.

He may have fallen asleep in this curse room.

Plaque!

“Lho don't need to worry about dong! What will the hanging cave be? Good thing the heart of the cave is strong!” Reply Cipto no less furious. He was also in a sleeping position, suddenly hit by his friend.

“Gua does not have the heart to wake up elo! Hence the cave of biarin,” Connect Cipto.

“With elo not have the heart, you must be creating a misunderstanding with the cave. He's in his own cave room,” Firm Farhan. He immediately picked up the suit attached to the edge of the sofa and passed.

“In office? By himself? Mampus Lo Cip!” Cipto murmured to himself.

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Chequek!

Slowly the main door of his office opened. The first thing that came to his sight was the Wife sleeping on the sofa. Sofa in kitchen dining room. Even more satisfying, he slept in a sitting position.

Just try he was not invited to stop by Cipto, surely now he has embraced with his wife. His view now shifted to the food in front of the wife. Not touched at all. Then Anisa hasn't had dinner yet?

Farhan had dinner, but not much. Because he wants to have dinner with his wife. Because Cipto who had wanted to show a new business, how Farhan even fell asleep there.

Slowly Farhan sat down beside Anisa. I'd like to lift her up to the room, but Anisa hasn't had dinner yet. Wake up, but not. Must how?

Farhan raised the body Anisa was about to move in the room. Slowly. Sisaaat. Afraid to disturb his sleep.

Slowly put on the bed. Tonight is their first night on campus. Evening the first night, Farhan was sure that his wife would be angry. Farhan took off the hijab that adorned the sweet face of the wife. Starting from the needle, snail, until the hair ties are slowly removed.

“Emmmhh,” Anisa moans slowly. Feeling that someone was in front of him, he immediately kept his distance.

“Astaghfirullah!” Shocked Anisa.

Starting to realize if the husband in front of her, Anisa immediately put on a sour face. Seeing the work clothes that are still perched on the body of the husband. Just back? What the fuck! Getting angry? Sure was! He switched to the opposite side of the bed. The cover of ayu's face with bolsters.

“Hiks.. Hix.. Hiks.” Anisa crying.

Farhan rubbed his face violently. Farhan immediately approached Anisa. Gently stroked his shoulders that were not covered with bolsters.

“Yaang? Maafin. Mas really do not know, was suddenly asleep in the room Cipto,” Lirih Farhan.

“Deek?” Call gently.

There is no law at all. Only the sounding sounds. Farhan who from earlier felt stifled because he did not change his work clothes immediately changed. Wudhu, pray, and come back to Anisa.

He prays himself. He saw the prayer mats perched where there were two. Anisa must have prayed.

Farhan stroked Anisa's back. Hope her crying subsides soon. Anisa was still looking at him. Farhan hugged Anisa from behind by stroking her hair. The crying of the wife began to subside.

Ouh, it's already asleep. It seems like most people would be like that. After tired of crying, sleepiness attacks. Farhan slowly moved the bolster that covered the wife's face. In the position of Anisa facing towards him. Headless. Even the color is red. Farhan wiped away the remains of those tears.

“Sorry Mas dear, Mas really unconscious. May be asleep in the room Cipto. As I recall, I was still talking about the business with Cipto and Nana. Mas sick! Pain seeing these tears spilled because of Mas himself, ” Inner Farhan.

Farhan clutched with affection. He continued to rub Anisa's back to make it more soundly with the position still embracing it. Until when he continues to wipe, he was not aware if he fell asleep.

Seriate....