Love Sholeha
Strange Things

Sholeha was surprised, hearing the door of the room open. Sholeh's sweaty face came in and approached him.

" Have woken up anyway, we'll have breakfast if so", take Sholeh without further ado.

Sholeha felt dazed, her ears responded faster, the sounds of daylight started to sound. Sholeha dizzy looking for the location of the wall clock that feels suddenly moved.

" Allahuakbar.., Mas kok ndak awakin anyway", Sholeha jumped from her bed, rolled her original hair and grabbed her instant hijab.

" You why, do not rush", prevent Sholeh who has not understood the gripping situation for his wife.

" Mad, it's half nine. Well, Mother must be angry this I woke up in the afternoon", she replied holding back tears.

Sholeh strengthened his hand, trying to explain briefly and quickly.

" No Sholeha, Mas told you that if you were going to wake up in the afternoon, I would understand that you are exhausted" he replied honestly.

Sholeha was surprised, "She, you're weird, pocket time doesn't help mom, outside it's still a hassle."

" It's over my wife, Mas who helped them. You can calm down, they know how" Sholeha's hand loosened, she sat back down resignedly.

" Mad, ah Mas kok not wake me up. Sholeha was embarrassed to wake up this late", she even seemed to be crying.

" I'm sorry yes, the intention was just over half an hour after that Mas stay, Ndak know his mas keasikan outside, to forget", Sholeh half laughed and there is guilt too, Ndak, he did not deliberately wake up but did not expect him to not wake up alone until the day went on.

" I'm ashamed to go out, don't eat breakfast." Sholeha went back up to the bed and laid down her body that felt useless.

Sholeh shook his head, he knew what the wife meant, he just waited a few minutes for Sholeha's emotional turmoil to subside.

***

" You are kind of shy, shy in Mother, just married your husband even know your bad. Dah I don't talk much, it's up to your husband what you want to do." Fatma's scolding to Sholeha.

After staying with what kind of attitude she would give the mother if angry, Sholeha finally came out of the room with her husband. He is preparing to seek shelter if the storm comes to a sustained end.

Sholeha sat down to prepare a meal for Sholeh, while hearing her mother preach to and fro in some way. He seemed to no longer be able to hold back his wrath on Sholeha, no longer caring about the assumption of a daughter-in-law who had been silent since.

" Waking up in the afternoon is normal Buk anyway, as if you didn't know the waiter just now" Sulaiman chanted casually.

The halal new couple fell silent for a moment, looking at each other trying to translate Sulaiman's words very simply.

" Yo cook ndak ngerti wayah after all sir, Ibuk although lethargic males and tired ya keep getting up early, serve the husband on the other side",

the answer of the mother who was nagging since earlier, gave another meaning this time.

Sholeha glared, swallowing the saliva very roughly, her eyes against her husband's. Trying to agree on a mutual conjecture, they smiled a little stiff and embarrassed.

What are they talking about? ask both of them in the heart.

" Here, sit here accompany you to eat, let's not be jealous of the new manten" replied Sulaiman melted the atmosphere.

Ms. Fatma according to, approached the Husband who is getting romantic lately.

The corner of Sholeh's lips lifted, watching the small debate he had just enjoyed, there was laughter and also a sense of happiness. Sholeh glanced at the wife who was also smiling at him, it was only natural that she felt embarrassed. If his thinking is the same as that of the mother, he is not wrong.

***

From a space full of happiness and love, look lara in a different corner.

After Sholeh's wedding yesterday, Rahma inexhaustibly argued with her mother, still the same about Sholeh who suddenly chose someone else than her.

Rahma repeatedly said that if she did not hurt Sholeh, she could not bear to blackmail him as her mother had told her to. At least for the sake of rejecting the wishes of the mother he repeatedly received the curse and hardship for many years.

This sad story begins, when his mother had to struggle to live by herself since young, she accidentally married a mentally bad man who made her forget the virtue.

The more the day thickened the hatred of life that he could not rely on his pleasure, he ran after gambling, he hid because many broke promises. Not a few complaints from people that his mother had cheated and owed relentless. Everything was neatly covered by one man whom he considered the most loyal.

Rahma was not disappointed, she also did not feel betrayed but the wound could not be misinterpreted, not expecting if she felt very lost.

" So what are you going to do after this, I'm tired of advising you this is not to be followed. Just marry the guy who always chases you the other day, he's got a lot of money and a lot of effort. Mother can not wait next week our house is also due. "the evil mother cerocos that continues to force.

Rahma did not say, she continued packing and went to the city, where she became a self-defeating woman. His mother always repeated the same words when she was angry.

" Rahma, listen to Mom, this time you can't run anymore" Rani threatened.

" It's up, I don't care, just pay off Mom's debt, return all the money that you tricked, return all the ma'am, look like this mother still wants a daughter-in-law as good as Mas Sholeh, he said, angels won't help either" Rahma snapped in frustration.

If today Rahma could give up being the son of the woman before her she would do so, she would not regret all the pain even if there were no parents.

He himself was always against the intention of his mother to marry himself and Sholeh, of course because he was not willing if his mother hurt the people he cared about.

Naturally, if Rahma impressed make Sholeh wait he was trying to repair the road that has been damaged by his own mother.

" Hey Rahma, you put on my evil appearance, but you also have to realize why Sholeh's mother doesn't like you, because she also sees half of me being with you. That's a fact"

Rahma no longer heard her mother speak, however, this debate never ends she will also continue to pursue wherever she goes, she stepped away from the fatigue of heart.

***

Bu Nur rejoiced to welcome the daughter-in-law who had just arrived, about ten minutes ago Sholeha invited her husband boyong to the house of the mother-in-law. Not another reason he just could not make his own bu Nur. They came on Sholeha's favorite motorcycle, this time she sat in the back, wrapping her hands around her husband's waist.

The happy face of Ms. Nur was so radiated, from the corner of her eyes that began to wrinkle was clearly illustrated by a longing that she could not express with words.

" That mother can wait if only one week, son, know that you came first before mother misses" he said while hugging the daughter-in-law.

" Ah Mother, Leha is also very longing",

The two embrace each other, channeling a sense that he has long been craving, for some reason Sholeha is also very longing for this moment.

" We go in first, "take Nur's mother to Sholeha.

Sholeh carrying the bag he had yesterday, they just changed the contents. This time Sholeha's clothes were inside.

Sholeha followed her husband to the room, there was a different taste from the corner of the room they were heading to. The space is twice as large as his room, the feel of a man is still so felt. Neat and clean first impression Sholeha can be.

" We rest for a while, or want to sleep again. Here no one will nag you, "the Sholeh tease while laughing.

" Don't talk about it Mas, all because I don't understand the situation, people think strangely about me earlier", Sholeha sat on the bed, she looked at the large closet that attracted her attention.

" Well, where am I?"

" Whatever it is, the closet is still a bit full. " Sholeh lays her tall body relaxed.

Sholeha went to unpack all the contents of her bag, she did not like if she had to search when she wanted to use it.

" Don't look ah, just sleep" Sholeha reprimanded as she glanced at her husband who instead looked at her unblinkingly.

Sholeha was confused about to dismantle the contents of her bag so private, but Sholeh did not even want to hear what the wife said.

" Not yet sleepy, responsibility is also late afternoon. Mending see wife, get reward." Sholeh tilted her body focusing on Sholeha now.

" Shame Mas, ntar looks all his weird stuff" Sholeha still trying to argue.

" What kind of weird stuff?" ask her innocently.

Sholeha lowered her clothes slowly, she looked at Sholeh sharply. " She won't have, it's too much responsibility" he said impatiently.

" Geez Sholeha, I thought what a strange item" she even tried to take one of the very prominent forms.

Sholeha reflexively hit the back of Sholeh's hand hard,

Plaque....

" Okay" said Sholeh.

" No, not in my hands." Sholeha soon got rid of far from her husband's reach.

" Well curious, "he answered.

" What a wonder, big or small. Oh my goodness, I like it so clearly" Sholeha glared, holding back resentment and shame.

" Oh, too, funny"

" Huh ah, afternoon rush. Don't bother me!"

Sholeha hurriedly put all her into the closet, Sholeh just relaxed while laughing lightly enjoying the face of his wife who was no less funny with the object earlier.

Ha ha ha ha's.

When Sholeha was about to put the bag back together, she accidentally dropped something in front of Sholeh. He didn't even notice.

" This one's winged, right?" ask Sholeh suddenly.

Sholeha turned her head, seeing Sholeh holding the bandage she had brought earlier. Coincidentally just one, she thought her period would be finished tomorrow or this afternoon. He's tickling.

" Ndak, he is independent without wings" he replied in response to Sholeh's temptation that seemed to understand.

" There is a thing like that, Mas think all need wings so as not to fall everywhere", he still flipped through the seeds of the sanitary napkin.

" That means fall ?" ask Sholeha.

" What do you know, what do wings work for?"

Sholeha also thought, but was lazy to explain and continue this small talk.

" This is simple, Mas even thought a lot because "Sholeha snatched the thing from the hands of Sholeh.

Sholeh pulled tightly, trying to hold it in her hand.

" It's still a long time?" ask Sholeh slowly.

" What's that?"

" Wear this, how many days?"

Sholeha realized, there was something else she needed to say now, her husband looked very waiting with a sad face.

" em.... I don't know, maybe in two or three days" he replied.

Sholeh took off his hand, leaving the wingless thing in Sholeha's hand.

" It hurts ?"

" no. How sick is it?"

" That time you were sick because of the moon, right?"

Sholeha seemed to recall, "Oh, that's just sometimes",

Sholeh was silent for a moment.

" In fact, Ramadan" he said very slowly almost muttered indistinctly, but Sholeha could hear and guess what he said.

A ignorant smile rose on the beautiful face of Sholeha, she did not intend to lie just to try it.

" What the hell is that talking?"

" No, ....."

" So, you said something, "

" em.... No dear." replied Sholeha with a forced smile.

" Already, Sholeha wants to see mom. Don't sleep then, it's already afternoon !"

Sholeha escaped from the intoxicating feeling of her heart, she felt flying, hearing the call of love from her husband.

The bedroom door was closed, leaving the adult man who was moody to know what the cause was. He lay down, staring at the ceiling of the room as a wordless storytelling place.

***

The kitchen that he had visited a few months ago felt very comfortable and neat, Sholeha knew her mother-in-law must be cooking. Without a doubt he climbed granite tiles that are so cool and cool.

Surely the woman who he said loved him more than her own son was busy with my two stoves burning. He seemed focused, unshakeable even though Sholeha was approaching him.

" Mom, cook what?"

" ah... Mother's daughter, cook Sholeh's favorite. Mother's soy sauce chicken", she smiled.

" Leha help what, I think she's late here" she said unkindly.

Bu Nur smiled, turning off one of the stoves. " Take care of mom, it's done Nduk",

Sholeha nodded, taking a serving plate for the soy sauce made by her mother-in-law.

" Sholeh sleep Nduk?"

" So no ma'am, don't know now",

Bu Nur invited Sholeha to sit for a while at the dinner table. Give him a plate of onde-onde which is still warm.

" It's also your husband's favorite, he can spend all this on his own, eat before he comes." Bu Nur laughed a little.

Sholeha also laughed, "Anged Ndak ya Bu if Leha spent it?"

The two laughed again, both imagining the face of Sholeh who felt lost and upset as one.

" You must be told to ask for forgiveness" said Bu Nur still with a laugh.

" Who is not at mercy?" sahut Sholeh when he had just arrived.

His hands just plucked a warm onde-onde that he could not let alone.

" Ndak no. "said Sholeha cover up.

" Le, I was still wondering about Rahma yesterday?" bu Nur opened a chat that Sholeha seemed to need to listen to as well.

Again in this place, there is the name Rahma mentioned when the mood of Sholeha is happy.

***