Love Sholeha
Smiles and Stares

Sholeh just remembered having owed his wife an explanation. He wanted to explain it but it was impossible if in a public place like this. People's ears can hear and are afraid they can misunderstand.

Unfortunately Sholeha must be curious, if not explained now the fear of causing suspicion like before. Had worried finally Sholeh gave an offer that did not disappoint him.

" We go home first yes, Mas there is still Agus cooperation in the store" he persuaded gently.

Sholeha was silent, trying hard not to second-guess herself and making a bad guess. " Yes, whatever".

Sholeh immediately paid and took Sholeha home. Delaying the request of the wife like this turned out to be unfavorable for her pleasure. Just look, this wife changed her face and smile, as if disappointed because she was not told directly when she asked.

The hand that was coiled friendly before reaching the meatball stall was loosening, not warm like this morning. Sholeh Ah, this is how it feels if the wife is sulking. If left too long will not be good for its survival.

Sholeh increased the speed of the motor, so it was faster to arrive and finish the chat earlier. As he focused on driving, from behind he heard his wife calling, reducing his speed and pulling over a bit.

" We want to buy fruit, we're speeding" Sholeha grumbled.

Sholeh regained his senses, and immediately stopped by the slightly missed fruit shop. " Sorry... Yang, forgot" Sholeh grinned the horse.

His wife was indifferent, he chose to go down immediately and as usual greeted the mother of a very friendly seller. This time the store was quite crowded and the stock of fruit was running out. Looks like a sweet sell.

Sholeha chooses oranges, and apples. From behind Sholeh added mango and wine. " What else do you want, watermelon?" ask Sholeh.

Sholeha shook her head, she was patiently waiting for the queue to pay. Sholeha saw another figure there. The man who resembled the shop owner's mother, seemed to be her son. His eyes tried to remember, looking at him.

Suddenly her husband stood in front of Sholeha, facing her.

" Mum, move aside. Why?" Sholeha tried to push her husband's body slowly.

" Sin, Ndak not to see that person." replied Sholeh slowly, only Sholeha could hear.

Sholeha added mendelik, "Mad, Leha again make sure that Sholeha friends fit school first or not, not see how" he replied more upset.

Before long the mother of the seller approached them, intending to help settle the payment. From there the man who made the husband and wife argue, approached to help pack.

" Sholeha huh, ?" said it.

Sholeha smiled "Yes, you are right. The next class of UKS first?"

His name is said to laugh and greet each other. " Yes I'm Dika"

" You know, he's the youngest son of mother loh nduk. I don't think I know, because we don't live here first" explained the mother unexpectedly.

" Yes, we know Ma'am" Sholeha smiled.

Sholeha stopped her smile when the husband looked silent with his flat face. Sholeha realized there was something she needed to say.

" This is your brother Ha?" tanya Dika saw Sholeh. He was curious first.

Sholeh came forward shaking Dika's hand "I am her husband "no smile and friendly tone from her.

" Ah, sorry. I remember if Sholeha had an older brother first" replied Dika clumsily.

There was no other question Dika immediately packed and Sholeha also completed the payment to the mother. Thanking each other, the two sellers and the buyer separated.

Sholeha had seen the change of her husband that was not like that. He just sighed, not understanding what was going on.

Sholeha did not expect to meet Dika there, even though since graduation she never met again. Maybe he wandered like most people, but if he remembered he was an outstanding student he could be in college in the city. Sholeha was still busy with her conjectures and estimates in silence. He did not feel like he had arrived in front of the house.

Sholeha carried the fruit in her hand, but the husband seized it without a word. Not rude, but a little strange. Sholeha remained silent, following him from behind without speaking.

" Geez Nduk, the fridge is still full. You have bought again" said Nur mom to welcome them.

" Ayeah Buk, Leha was out of pocket and remembered Mom, said Mas Ham buy the mother fruit just to be healthy" Sholeha laughed, trying to get approval from the husband.

Sholeh just drove past Sholeha. He walked into the room, "Mom, have you eaten?" Sholeha did not bother her husband.

" Of course, just now". Bu Nur checked everything his son-in-law had bought.

" Leha to the room ya Buk"

Bu Nur simply nodded and smiled. You know if the son-in-law must be tired and want to rest.

Sholeha was confused to see her husband about to come out of the room again. Still silent despite passing in front of the door. He was silent, not intending to question her.

" Said to talk, uh leave instead" muttered Sholeha, after Sholeh came out.

***

Sholeh immediately sat at the cashier's table, doing nothing with his chin up. It just so happened that Agus went nowhere. His annoyance at Sholeha who smiled and looked at her schoolmate made her angry. She may have forgotten to introduce her husband.

" What's here Boss, tumben. He said he wanted a date with his wife?"

" Already, eating meatballs" he answered looking annoyed.

Agus tried to look at the face more closely, until Sholeh was surprised when he realized that Agus was watching him in surprise. " Why?" sholeh said aghast.

Agus just shook his head in wonder. Sholeh did not want to be suspected of failing the first night again, he decided to go around looking at the entire store intending to eliminate Agus' attention. " Oh yes Gus, Mas Rizal yesterday confirmed he has a mosque project, about one month away. You can prepare the material a little, later I info again. Rizal has not yet secured his contract. "

A loyal Agus accompanied his small trip through the pile of samples of goods in the store. " Oh yes Boss, that is but inget stuff here as well huh. Yesterday a lot of renovations were reduced. Not to mention lebaran boss, must be rame on paint shopping as well as tools, not to mention on home renovation. "

" It's ready, Gus, stay on the send. One more week might come the goods. Trus orderannya do not forget to be monitored, fearing someone missed". Sholeh stopped in a hallway of brush shelves.

" Gus, do you know Dika ndak?" ask Sholeh suddenly.

" Dika, who. Whose son?"

" His son is selling fruit, which is not far from the village office" he said, trying to explain.

Agus seemed to think hard, and still shook his head not knowing.

" Dreaming about the boss?" Agus.

" Why?"

Agus took a breath, "There is a squat toilet order, but the stock is abis Bos. It's all his stuff again"

" Already, wait" he answered listlessly.

There was nothing more he had to say to Agus, Sholeh went from there ignoring the greetings of some people in the shop who were busy making up. I don't know where he's going back to the room.

His brain was still thinking about Sholeha's smile which he thought had injured his heart, not too painful but quite disturbing. Not to mention he remembered the twinkle in the eyes of the young man who seemed to be very familiar with him.

" Mommy, where are you?" Sholeha just got out of the kitchen, getting ready for dinner later.

" From the front, "

" Well he pouted that, he said he wanted to talk about Mbak Rahma again. If not so yes already, do not need to bend it his face. Leha ndak maksa too" Sholeha was very upset because of her husband's ugly face that was silent.

Sholeh only realized that if he was also the problem hanging on his wife, it was natural that he nagged and grew annoyed with her. But what can be done, he is also not in the mood, lazy to talk for now.

" Kok that said, anyway it's not that important, if you don't want to know yes no problem" Sholeh sat on the edge of the bed.

Sholeha was even more upset that she pulled up the chair and sat down in front of her husband. Grabbing his hand "Mas this is why, Leha tuh ngak like in cuekin, diemin. If you are not ready to tell a story, then do not have to go so far. Added to see Mas" he said frankly.

" It was reprimanded, don't smile like that Dika. Even chatting pretentious to forget to know your own husband"

Sholeha could not describe the facial expression of an adult male acting like a child. Sholeha laughed, "So this mas is jealous, it's just Mas Ih. Leha did not overdo the conversation, just surprised to have met him for a long time, that's all" Sholeha cupped her husband's face with both hands.

Sholeh turned away, unwilling to be looked at so closely and feeling ashamed of his own silliness. " Who's jealous?" said slowly.

Sholeha took a breath, "Yes. Yes I'm sorry. Next time not again"

Sholeha was still laughing, teasing Sholeh who was acting funny just out of jealousy. " You also cry when you are jealous, it's natural that Mas gini" Sholeh chanted in between his wife's laughter.

" Yes, I should cry. I live by myself, ah it is not to be discussed. We only eat meatballs, if hungry eat now, Leha has cooked ko"

Sholeh kept quiet, let Sholeha move on and she finally gave up. Sholeh drew the wife's hand, letting her sit on her lap.

" I'm sorry, we'll talk to you for a second. About Rahma, it's not Rahma's mother."

Sholeha was a little surprised, but did not jump, and secured himself in the lap of the husband. " Say, if Leha needs to hear it now",

" All this time, it turns out he was under pressure from his mother. Many people know it and say it is. If his mother cheated people a lot, the debt was everywhere. And all this time he covered it from Mas, I don't know why. His wife Agus was also the victim of the fraud of his mother Rahma, Because it was also the mother was very forbidding mas married Rahma, actually Mas did not know at all about this matter".

" Don't tell him if you feel sorry for him?" with her shady eyes, Sholeha looked at Lamat the husband who was clutching tightly to his stomach.

" Yes, but only sympathy. I didn't think he was that hard. "

" I don't regret not marrying her, do you ?" with a fairly domineering calm, Sholeha turned into a patient adult figure.

Sholeh smiled so widely, "I know you're jealous again, but my dear this is not necessary to continue because Mas does not feel the slightest regret. It's a sign of not being a match, "Sholeh touches Sholeha's chin gently.

Sholeha suddenly got up from her impromptu seat, feeling the danger of starting to scout her in the afternoon. " It's good that ndak nyesel. So no sin".

Sholeh laughed again, "Rahma was Dito's dream, they loved each other too" he said again before Sholeha left him.

" It's up, Leha wants to accompany Mom in the kitchen" she turned around with a half-laughing face, running away from Sholeh.

Sholeh smiled "O God, you are kind and very funny "he said very grateful.

And the jealous and debt-explanatory edition they've settled. If you look at it for today, they will be spoiled all night. What else is the promise of last night who want to try in the morning before dawn, they are too enjoying the trial and error that he said was getting more opium.

***

" Loh, are you here?"

" I just got here, um this?" Dito pointed to the writing on Rahma's door.

" Yes, I came packing" Rahma replied.

Dito accidentally comes to Rahma's house, after getting his address from Sholeh. He did not expect that the house had been confiscated by a bank. Not to find out more, Rahma came with Risma's mother.

He looked healthier, just a few bruises that looked blue.

" Oh, I'll help you pack that up" Dito said, not asking much.

" In fact, just take a few clothes, the rest is taken care of by mother. But it's okay, if you don't bother" Rahma smiled.

Dito noticed the way Rahma's path was still limped, he switched to remove it from Risma's mother. Rahma did not refuse, she received warm treatment from Dito.

" We can still go in, the one who takes is still kind. Let me get some clothes, otherwise I won't be here", Rahma explained a little.

Miss Risma opened the door, letting the two of them in. Dito knows this is very embarrassing for Rahma, but she remains ordinary as if nothing happened. Dito remained silent withstanding the curiosity that was so passionate in his heart.

" I help you, you just sit here, get dressed or something else" Dito rushed to the room, which was thought to belong to Rahma.

Rahma smiled and went back to calling Dito" Let's just Bulek, you just accompany me "he said, as Dito turned to look at him.

Dito was silent at a distance of three steps in front of Rahma who was sitting on the living room sofa, he looked very waiting for Dito to approach him. She nodded, Dito slowly approached Rahma.

" I won't ask, just save all these explanations later, if I ask you, OK." Dito clasped Rahma's hand tightly.

Rahma traced both of Dito's eyes, the eyes that she had so longed for. Many things had punished him to the point of having to end it first.

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Hi friends readers love Sholeha, in the chapters this time will be a little conflict, so just leave a trace in the comments if you do not like, as much as possible will definitely be corrected. Greetings from the author......