Love Word
Baikans
"Where are you, my mom!" a beautiful woman dressed in hijab stood looking at her husband who had just returned home, her hair slightly disheveled and tired eyes as if reluctant to look at his opponent.
"Didn't you see that I just got home, Hah," said Akrhan loudly, a public figure who is very admired by women around him.
"Can't you just shut up when I get home, I'm tired of having to keep you going" Arkhan told Naya.
Arkhan and Naya are two people who are married because their mother wants to be a woman. By marrying her to Arkhan who works as an artist will support the pepolarity of their family so that they will not be underestimated.
Gayung also welcomed, their intentions were well received by the Arkhan family because they liked Naya very much but not for Arkhan. He only married because of the wishes of his parents, a loveless marriage made them often quarrel.
3 Years married, they have not been given the gift of children because Arkhan is always busy working sometimes home late at night making their communication time both reduced.
In a room, two people were staring with anger at each other.
"Mas, I'm your wife. Can you appreciate me just a little bit," Naya said staring at her husband, Arkhan walking towards her.
"You are my wife, but what is it to be a wife if your heart belongs to someone else, don't you think I'm stupid Naya" Arkhan said with a flash of anger staring at his wife.
Naya was silent, her tongue was cuckoo as Arkhan pocketed it all. He did not refute because what Arkhan said was true because until now he had not forgotten Paradise.
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Arkhan returned home finished magrib, Melur still curled up crying in the corner of the bed. He was afraid that Firdaus would leave him, he felt comfortable being near Paradise even though it did not exist yet.
Arkhan opened the door of the apartment that was not in the key, he walked towards the room but his gaze shifted to the door of Melur room. Hearing someone crying, Arkhan immediately entered and looked for Melur who was in the corner of the bed.
"Darling, why are you crying? Forgive me for yelling at you" said Firdaus, wiping off the trail of tears that would not stop, as if his heart was in pain. Instead of answering Melur looked at Firdaus holding him tightly. It was as if she refused to part with her husband even for a moment.
"Don't go again, Mas" said Melur lirih.
Since the dispute earlier, Melur did not at all eat the food on the table. She was crying waiting for her husband's return.
"Yes, I'm not leaving anymore. It was khilaf, sorry, dear," said Firdaus again carrying Melur's head in the chest of his field, he brought Melur to sit on the bed staring at the beautiful face that was damp in the dim lighting of the lamp.
Cup...cup....
Firdaus landed a kiss on his lips, cheek and last on the lips of his woman's ranum. There was no rejection from Melur, her lips trembling as if unwillingly to say.
"I'm hungry, Mom!" The word Melur plain made Firdaus hold back from laughing. He thought why Melur was crying he was hungry.
You're hungry, let's eat" said Firdaus, asking his wife to eat.
"But the food is cold, Mas" Melur lamented.
"It's okay, let the mas heat up," said Firdaus, holding his hand, then taking his wife out of the room and inviting her to dinner together.
They walked into the kitchen and heated up the food, and then they ate it. There are only those in the room. Suddenly the sound of Melur's phone rang, seeing Umi's number calling she immediately stood beside Firdaus.
"Assynoltom...Um,"
"Wa'alaikumsalam, how are you son,"
"Are Umi, Abah and Umi Healthy?" Tanya Melur made a video call.
"Alhamdulillah, umi healthy. Where does Firdaus go," said Umi inquiring about Paradise.
"There's beside Melur, Umi," Melur said, showing Firdaus heating the food earlier this afternoon.
"Eggly, don't tell your husband to cook no good dear?" Said Umi seeing Firdaus holding a frying pan.
"It's okay, Umi. Firdaus only wanted to help Paradise's wife to be equally rewarded," Firdaus alibi in front of Salma's umi just wanted to keep his wife's dignity.
"Yes already then, umi turn it off first! Assalamualaikum,"
Tit....
The conversation stopped, so Firdaus refocused on his food. While Melur sat on the chair.
"Mas, kok mas want to help me in front of Umi when I'm not cooking," said Melur sitting in a chair.
"Darling, I'm your dress and you're my dress so there's no "Why" because a husband is his wife's dress so I have to look after you all the time," firdaus said to put the food that had been heated before the dining table.