Love Sholeha
Sholeh's Regret

Sholeha was confused, how could her mother-in-law guess accurately about what she was covering.

Bu Nur grabbed her daughter-in-law's hand, invited her to sit in the son's room. His eyes looked down at Sholeha. Sholeha could no longer turn away.

" Mom, don't be mad at Ham, he misunderstood. And Leha is also angry with him, if he comes later do not say Leha was crying yes, "he said very slowly, looking whining.

" If she's wrong, you're angry, why, is it because of Rahma again?"

Sholeha shook her head but nodded afterwards, feeling she could no longer lie.

" Just wait, I'll reprimand her later. From the first he could not assert his own heart, when it comes to Rahma continue like this" said Nur.

He patted the back of his daughter-in-law's hand, calming Sholeha's worries.

" No buk, it looks like mas Ham just panicked and did not have time to listen to Leha ",

" Yes, you finish it first. He does like to do wrong, he is not sensitive to the feelings of those around him, you have to learn more, until you memorize the same bad behavior."

Sholeha's heart warmed, her mother-in-law did not blame or just ask why her son was angry. Sholeha smiled, feeling the pleasure that people might not get from the figure of the mother-in-law.

" Yes, Leha will learn directly from mother, just so she understands",

" No nduk, you must be more assertive than mother, you have the full right to be jealous, angry and have the right to have it. If he does a little wrong do not hesitate to remind, at least reprimand with all your rights, reprimand with love, be angry with him with jealousy and admit him as yours wholeheartedly. Do not let go of the grasp", he was so excited, teaching his favorite daughter-in-law this.

Sholeha laughed wide enough, "Mother, this mother is teaching me the language of love in a very hard way. Sholeha should be so buk?"

" Yeah, mom used to be like that to Sholeh's dad".

" Hem, Ham must be shaking when he hears this"

Sholeha smiled again, her mother's advice was conveyed with great fanfare. He was not even able to apply to Sholeh, not to mention this trait that was easy to cry and could not be angry.

" Not crying, soon he will be home" said Ms. Nur.

I think the daughter-in-law is better, Nur's mom is out of there. Continuing his activities in the Mushola.

Similarly, Sholeha who returned in, he sat in front of the glass, looking at his face that looks tangled due to crying earlier. Although he did not want her to cry again during the bath earlier, his mind was centered on his heart that hurt because of Sholeh. Like being pinched unintentionally, it felt really pained.

Sholeha also touched her slightly swollen lips, as a result of taking too long to hold back the crying that actually did not need to happen. He was still too early to feel this dispute, the heartache in Risma ma'am was not so painful, but when the husband said even a little and gentle if not believe it like this, it was, he's helpless.

" Once, let it be what it wants" he told himself.

Sholeha moved, tidying up the messy bed because of her crying earlier. If back in thought why should cry roll over just because the husband who went away without saying goodbye?, but he went to meet someone he had loved in the past, it is okay if jealous.

" No Sholeha, she's sick. It's natural that your husband feels anxious, ah already" his monologue again.

The pillow and bolster that had been poor across the bed had been neatly arranged, as well as his heart that was slightly rearranged. May her husband come home today, even at night.

***

Dito and Sholeh leave Rahma's room, they can't stay in there for long. Sholeh has also said goodbye, will go home after this. The two sat in the waiting room while looking at a middle-aged mother who seemed to be Rahma's relatives. He said hello, it turns out to know Sholeh, he was Risma's mother who claimed to be Rahma's grandfather. He had a small talk, before he finally went into Rahma's room.

Dito continued to grumble at Sholeh, because the impatient invited him home. Along the corridor of the hospital, he stopped several times, inviting Sholeh to return.

" A half an hour Leh, we're home. Not saying goodbye directly to him" he said seducing Sholeh.

" Dit, if you want to stay here longer, I'll go home first. It's easy", Sholeh replied a little annoyed.

" It's delicious, yes we've come home now, we're very upset with his kayak wife",

Sholeh looked at Dito annoyed, "Yes already, we're back there, half an hour !" Sholeh could not bear to see the sad face of the old bachelor.

Without a word Dito had turned around, walking first away from Sholeh. But he turned around again, with a silly smile that was not clear.

" Why?"

" Go to the toilet first, go first"

Sholeh continued his steps, with a little laugh at Dito's behavior that was wrong because of the process of referring him to Rahma. Sholeh did not think his friend who was sometimes crazy could dream of Rahma like he used to.

Sholeh intended to knock on the door that was slightly open, accidentally heard a small conversation Risma's mother who called his wife's name.

" Bulek scolds him, he thinks by taking Sholeh from you can win just that,"

" Bulek how is that, don't say bulek angry with him ?" ask Rahma.

" Yes, anyways he is a wood, do not want to be the same poor Arman even take Sholeh from you, the bulls can not stand. Pas denger you accident ya immediately not run over, surely because of him you can woe", he said insistent.

Sholeh undoes his intention, hearing the chatter that so made him angry, again remembered the face of the wife who seemed twice injured because of his attitude. Sholeh did not leave, he continued to enter Rahma's room, throwing away the sadness that had come to his heart.

" Tell me one more time, so that I can scold a mother like Sholeha who knows nothing you're angry with !" sholeh's voice was so heavy, that the two women who were whispering were shocked not dumbass.

" What, what do you mean?" ask Risma to forget.

" Revealing as to what mother meant ", Sholeh still scoffed with many questions that pitched very angry.

Rahma got confused in fear, "Mum, don't be like that. I'm sorry if the bulek hurt Sholeha. Sorry for the." Rahma tries to calm Sholeh down.

Sholeh is reluctant to say anything, he no longer waits for Dito who he says is about to catch up with him, even if he is not seen by him, Sholeh will leave him alone.

His steps were in a hurry, rhythmic with his breathing. Resisting the annoyance that so resuscitated him, if he was hurting his own wife.

The hospital corridor was exhausted, Dito seemed to be chasing after him with all his might. It seemed that he realized something had happened to this friend of his. After successfully walking by his side, Dito did not ask much. Continuing to walk towards the parking lot, he knew Sholeh was going home this time.

Sholeh gave without refusing, he realized he was angry and could not focus on observing the streets that began the evening. The black car moved slowly through the streets for about an hour and a half, Sholeh and Dito were silent. Sometimes Dito asked and only got the answer yes and no from earlier. Dito was curious, but did not dare to ask, as much as possible he held it until Sholeh wanted to tell his own story.

" Aren't you saying goodbye to Rahma Dit?" ask Sholeh when he is close to his house.

" Yo ndak it, will immediately follow you earlier. Good thing I know you're out, if I haven't lived there the most"

Sholeh just shut up. He himself only realized that he was too emotional and carried away. It was not intending to leave Dito, but the resentment in his heart forgot this friend earlier.

" Ndidn't look for you earlier," replied Sholeh slowly.

" Well, I'll go home alone, see your wife. Do not frown" said Dito, when the car has reached the garage.

Dito did not know what had happened in the hospital room earlier, it was natural that he thought Sholeh was pouting because he missed his wife. He doesn't even feel good for forcing Sholeh to accompany him away.

***

When Sholeh opened the door, Nur's mom just happened to come out of her room. Tau Sholeh who came he immediately met him. At nine o'clock, Sholeh sat at the dinner table with her mother. After drinking a glass of water, he took a breath, looking at the mother who seemed to be waiting for him to tell a story.

" Mom's not asleep?"

" Wake up, want to grab a drink",

Sholeh seemed to be looking for something, trying to divert his mind that was not careless. " Sheleha is sleeping, ma'am?".

" Maybe, I didn't see him after that. "

Shortly after Nur's mother returned to her room, leaving Sholeh alone. Enjoy the clockwork sound that sounds louder. He was silent about going into his own room. Long thought, he finally left the kitchen.

Slowly he opened the door, he felt his wife was waiting because the door had not been locked. Very slowly, he stepped slowly so as not to make a sound. Sure enough to see from the way he slept, his wife fell asleep. The lights were on, and his sleeping position was not as usual he was asleep, even he was still wearing his hairpin.

In his view the wife's calm face, rubbed with affection her filled cheeks, soft without the usual skincare she wears before going to bed. Guilt crept into her heart, imagining how sad she was to see her husband's stupid demeanor. Not to mention the heartache of Risma's mother. If only Sholeh knew it and did not rush to accuse him carelessly.

Sholeh clutched herself with her thoughts, unaware that Sholeha's eyes had opened. Looked at him with a smile.

" Well, why?", muttered Sholeha quietly.

Sholeh was a little surprised, after smiling continued to caress the face of the wife.

" I'm sorry, woke you up",

Sholeha shook her head, she got up sitting in front of her husband. As if forgetting what had happened during the day, Sholeha even kept smiling at Sholeh.

" Sleep yok dah malem, "take him while hiding his mouth that is open due to yawning.

" Had not taken a shower, "

" What time is it, haven't you taken a shower?" as Sholeha looked at the clock, her instant recollection of the small disagreement that afternoon had taken place. His face pouted for a moment.

Without any more words, Sholeha turned away from Sholeh and returned to her body. He turned his back to Sholeh who was still sitting in silence. Not wanting to argue back, Sholeh also immediately went to take a shower.

Sholeha, who had woken up from her sleep, became restless and could not sleep anymore. She should have been happy for her husband to come home, but she was angry again because of Sholeh's excessive attitude this afternoon.

Sholeha is still loyal to her current position, turning her back to Sholeh. Resist her curiosity in the little activities of the husband behind her back. Hearing the bathroom door close until it opens again, pretending to be closed when Sholeh takes the clothes in front of him. And resisted with all her amused and strange power as Sholeh directly hugged her from behind. He leaned his body against Sholeha, wrapped around her big hand in her stomach. It felt very much that Sholeh's chin was on the top of his head. It's a feeling he's really liked lately. While he forgot his anger.

Sholeha could no longer regulate her heartbeat, this feeling was very disturbing. She was angry at this moment, why did this husband not even feel wrong at all. Secretly his mouth pursed, tired of waiting for Sholeh who never open his voice.

In the middle of Sholeha's grip in her heart, suddenly the big hand rose to a place higher than her stomach. Not yet had time to land somewhere warm, Sholeha spontaneously held back her movements. His eyes open perfectly.

Sholeh smiled, "Not sleeping yet, huh...?" ask Sholeh later.

Sholeha was surprised, she turned around to look for the face of the ignorant perpetrator in the middle of the night. His eyes glared, unable to believe that Sholeh was judging him.

" A big whim, "he said very slowly, and turned away from Sholeh.

Sholeh smiled, reaching for the wife's face to face her again.

" I'm sorry, I was wrong" he said slowly.

Sholeha fell silent, diving into the twinkle of the eyes of the husband who looked so lethargic and haggard. Whatever has happened all day, Sholeha herself does not want to remember. His eyes were so angry and disappointed in her, leaving without saying goodbye. Not one bit intend to hear an explanation or just a story why his wife is not telling the truth. He made Sholeha cry in this room by herself.

Sholeha was silent for a long time, then shook her head. " What's the reason?" ask Sholeha again.

Sholeh gently kissed the wife's forehead, realizing her forgiveness was not easily accepted. He realized this woman of his choice was really angry, though indescribable from her face, this one simple question, he needed a reason.

" .... ?"

" Hes...."

Sholeha no longer asked, patiently waiting for her husband to reveal all his heart.

" He's cursing at you, why don't you tell him a story with a mas ?"

Sholeha was surprised why her husband asked back. Especially about Risma. Sholeha carefully tried to choose a word to tell a story.

" Leha has not had time, a little forgotten because of Fatih's circumstances like that",

" You can be mad at me, baby......"

Sholeh hugged Sholeha....

***