Love Sholeha
Miss and the heat

That afternoon was very cool, because the smile of Dito's dream woman that was unceasingly emanated from his father's face. Last night Dito called Sholeh again, asking for the address of Rahma's house in town all along. Dito was quite confused when he saw the house sealed confiscation Bank.

Fortunately Rahma had also just arrived, and there they were, Dito was preparing to bring a lot of Rahma's stuff home, Dito did not expect if his presence was very helpful to Rahma at this time.

By harboring a lot of questions on the woman he cares most about right now, about what has happened during the distance breakup and the relationship they have been through. Not expecting to be this bad, Dito can only regret the struggle he had ended. Sadness and compassion for Rahma cannot be denied, but what really shackles him is a regret.

" Are we going straight home?" Dito was ready to drive his car.

Rahma confirmed the position of her legs slowly, she was very careful about being hit by something. " If not, where else. I have no purpose" he smiled.

" Well, I'll gladly deliver to my destination."

Rahma chuckled, enjoying Dito's never-tired tone comforting him. " How are you, long time no see him. Is he healthy?" .

Dito slightly faced Rahma, looking for eyes that sounded so sad" He was kind, next time I asked to see him" Dito replied earnestly.

" Don't hurry, I'll think we're still dating. I remember once she scolded you back then" Rahma smiled small, full of regret.

" I'm sorry, my mother, she-, she-,

" For what, he's right, Dit, everybody knows that. I'm not mad." Rahma took this conversation quickly.

The two fell silent for a moment, trying to choose the next word to open the story.

" Well, I forgot to tell you. I met your sister yesterday. He's grown up now" Dito said suddenly.

" Andy, where is. He is already higher than me. She doesn't look like me at all, does she?"

" Yes, he looks taller. Looks like he has a workshop huh?"

Rahma even seemed surprised by Dito's story. I didn't know his sister was working. Before long, Rahma also told a lot about Andy who is independent and almost never asked for money from him.

Dito faithfully listened to the small things that kept flowing from this conversation. He is not bored or concerned with the life of Rahma that he clearly understood long ago. Sometimes Dito steals the smile that he has longed for. Ah if only unobstructed blessing at that time, maybe he no longer misses this much.

" Are you not sorry, letting Sholeh marry someone else?" the question suddenly came from Dito just like that.

Rahma seemed to be sighing, as if it was very heavy and burdening her "Resorry or not, there would be no point. Now that I'm staying like this as I used to be, she's not gonna change me, "

" Have you ever loved her?"

"Love, what it would be like if it was her. I couldn't find him in the slightest, he was too perfect for me like this, I was ashamed of him. Where could I possibly live, I kept hiding from him. I can't love her"

Dito slowed down his car, the red light grabbing his attention.

" I know you can't confess your love to her, but if you're willing to put me in her place. You loved her too deeply all this time. He was afraid to hurt and disappoint her. Rahma I can fight many times to pluck your heart. I'm asking you to give me a chance"

Dito gently touched Rahma's lentic fingers on her lap. Since then he could not stand it anymore, if Dito could hold it tightly at this time.

" i..... Can't promise. You should know Dit, ever since he said he was going to marry someone else, I have given up with all my heart. He doesn't deserve to accompany me like this. But it is not meant to be able to choose you as a substitute. Give me some time if you'd like to"

Dito took his hand off Rahma, returning to control the steering wheel with a taste fragment that he could not digest. Dito fell silent again, trying to say something that did not hurt himself.

" I'll wait" he replied without hesitation.

Their journey did not stop until their final destination, the two opened the story and allowed the hearts to open and greet each other, the afternoon that began to roll with dusk arrived in the evening. Arriving at Rahma's residence with a very carefree heart, Dito enjoyed all his journey this time.

***

The two people who exchanged feelings with a touch through the deck began to pant, smiling each other reluctantly ended the game. Sunny early morning did not undo his intention to share love. No matter the cold out there they still penetrate the taste that is so passionate and dusty full of jokes and cravings.

Sholeh did not want to go from the top of the body of the wife, enjoying the warmth of love that had poured out on this night that was almost over. He was closed but not asleep, setting the breath so hunting, so rough in Sholeha's ears. The woman who was still so warmly enjoying her love until at the peak of her consciousness, gently rubbed the smooth innocent back of the husband.

Befriended, wrestle back to each other taste love and cradle a beautiful soft touch, behind the dim light of the room both complete all the desires that seemed never to subside from his soul who just kept trying.

" May be yes Yang.... Mas is very hard working this time" said Sholeh kissed his wife's forehead.

" Let's hope, Mas, I'm enjoying it a lot and hope our love grows as soon as possible"

After letting go of each other in warmth, Sholeha moved to tightly hug her husband by her side. Staring at Sholeh's sweaty face, he smiled by touching the lips that also smiled at her. " What's the need one more time?" said raucous.

Sholeh laughed, "This you, tomorrow again huh. It's almost dawn. Or do we connect after prayer?" Sholeh winked.

" No Mas, Mas there is cooperation Mas Rizal right today. Can't" Sholeha replied firmly.

" Can be delayed Yang, again yes" Sholeh expectantly.

Sholeha pinched her husband's chest slowly "Ih, take a bath. Fifteen minutes of adzan. " He was about to move on, trying to reach his negligent negligence somewhere.

" It's still cold Yang, then" Sholeh pulled Sholeha in his arms early in the morning.

It is really not good if it is left like this, intersecting with her husband's clay body will only cause other feelings to run and seize this calm desire. Sholeha tried hard, let go, tried to remind her husband if the time could not be delayed again.

Sholeh was in a hurry and tried not to care about the small activities of the wife, he even rushed out and closed the door very loudly, causing a sound that made Sholeha surprised.

Sholeha just shook her head, slightly guessing that her behavior must be related to her like this. Sholeha smiled, and hurriedly finished her bath.

***

It was still early morning, Rizal had met Sholeh. The father of the contractor billed the promise of Sholeh which of course will meet the client, ah very cool language, meaning the mosque organizing committee that will be worked on.

Half-seven in the morning, his brother-in-law had taken his time making out with his wife. With a little annoyance Sholeh came out of the room and met Rizal.

" Oh my God, I'm still in the room. It's noon, keep going later." Rizal's laugh was loud in the room.

Sholeh just kept quiet about what Rizal said. Sholeh sat in front of Rizal who was still very cool laughing.

" Samplean has breakfast Mas, it's still morning. Want to go now?"

" Yes not yet. I also have to take Fatih to school first, my intention is to take you away a bit too bad."

" Oh. Yes, it's papa. Just wait for Agus, he must send the goods first"

" Yes already. I'll go home first"

Sholeh escorted Rizal to the terrace, still with his laughter, the brother-in-law seemed to know if Sholeh was a little upset by his arrival.

Sholeh returned to the room, looking for his wife who was still busy asking him to get up immediately. After dawn earlier Sholeh slept again, his intention wanted to spoiled with his wife, it turns out Rizal came a little disturbing.

Let's just say this man is busy enjoying his emotional turmoil, not forging love in his youth that makes him very crazy about his current wife.

Not in the room, Sholeha was busy preparing breakfast with her mother-in-law. Sholeh caught up with him, he sat at the dining table watching his two beloved women right now. They talk casually and smile at each other occasionally.

As if what he had dreamed of since the first mention of Sholeha in his heart first, this beautiful sight was so soothing to his heart and mind. During his father's time away, Sholeh had been transformed into a man who was so simple and dreamless.

For him to accompany the old age of the mother alone is enough to forget if he also has to be happy with his loved ones. Fortunately Sholeha was able to penetrate the sense of comfort Sholeh single, come and remind if life together will be more fun. That's what he accepted this match.

The two women who were cool in his view, not the slightest bit disturbed, they still coolly exchanged stories and commented on the taste.

" This is if for your Mas, must be to pickled, next time reduce it. He was chatty about taste." said Bu Nur when tasting his daughter-in-law's cooking.

Sholeha frowned a little, of course she was disappointed, because her husband's taste was not the same as her "I think Sholeha is fitting Mom, "he said honestly.

Bu Nur chuckled, "Mommy likes it too, it's fitting and not salty. Let it be like this, Sholeh will not like this vegetable" comforted the mother to her daughter-in-law.

Sholeh was curious about what they were talking about, from his wife's voice he was so disappointed and laughed afterwards. Sholeh approached, looking at the cauldron they were looking at very seriously.

" I like it, why?" chirps Sholeh when he sees the eggplant balado so red the color of the chili.

Sholeha was shocked, unaware that her husband was right behind her. He almost threw the spatula he was holding.

" Oh, just ngagetin. " Sheh Sholeha.

Bu Nur widened his laughter even more, seeing the face of Sholeh who was not honest at all. Obviously his forehead frowned not like his wife's cooking.

" Oh yes, we have breakfast. " Mum Nur left the pair arguing pettyly with her own problems.

" Are you sure you like this?"

" Yes, your cooking. Who says I don't like it, ngawur it "Sholeh help bring a plate of eggplant balado.

" The mother who spoke, "Soleha smiled, seeing her husband snorting, not expecting her mother to reveal her secret.

The simple eggplant spread in the middle of the table, coupled with egg omelet and fried fish flour. This morning, the kitchen has served a heavy menu that is not a problem for the audience, they have breakfast style village people who do not eat bread and milk in the morning.

With full of love, Sholeh tried to entertain himself, because it had forced to eat something he did not like. His male soul was in use at this time, at least appreciating. But he cannot force.

" I'm sorry my wife..... Mas ndak can eat this" he said put the eggplant on his plate. His eyes looked watery, like they were about to cry.

Sholeha wonder, why there are people like this, if you do not like why force, "It is not necessary to eat Mas, Leha not angry really. Don't cry like that" Sholeha said with a laugh.

Bu Nur smiled again, enjoying the closeness of the two who were very simple, "Nduk, he was afraid of spicy, did not like eggplant, and most importantly he was disappointed because it was too salty. I told you earlier "He patted Sholeha softly on the shoulder.

" Sorry.... " Sholeha grinned without feeling guilty. He even laughed with his mother-in-law.

Bu Nur moved after finishing eating, giving time for two people who were still cool in arguing about the eggplant and its salty taste.

" She, I heard that Rahma's mother has come home, we look at her" Sholeha said suddenly.

***