Loving Husband Interlude
47. Turns out Zonk

In the morning, Najwa looked excited on this sunny morning. After her homework is done, she intends to meet her ex-husband. He deliberately did not tell Arsyil would come to see him, to give a surprise at once will give him a choice himself.

"Najwa, what are you doing?" ask umi Dila.

"Cooking umi, I want to make food for bang Arsyil." replied Najwa with a smile.

"Waah, who wants to meet the lover of the heart. Happy, glad to see your cheerful face" said Umi Dila.

"Umi could have, I made food maybe brother has not eaten. It's noon I'm there, but in the afternoon he's still in the printing press." said Najwa hesitated.

"Lho, how the hell are you. Keep going, you want to wait for him that long?"

"Yes, I'll be there at three in the afternoon. Waiting for my brother to come home" said Najwa.

"It's definitely impatient to see Arsyil" said umi Dila still teased her son.

"Heheh, umi's been teasing. Shame to know, mi." said Najwa with red cheeks.

"Well, umi just found out your cheeks are flushed like tomatoes."

"Ih, umi nih" said Najwa with a shy smile.

"Huhah!"

Najwa continued to make pieces of vegetables to cook, he saw uminya still smiling. Abah approached the two people he loved, the clothes were complete to go to teach staring one by one the woman who was joking.

"Umi, let's go first" said Abah.

"Oh yeah bah, going to the foundation?" ask umi Dila.

"Yes. Najwa, kyai Sholeh asked you. When are you going to school again?" ask abah.

"Not yet to know." replied Najwa.

"Aren't you going to visit the foundation?" ask brother.

"God willing, I will finish my business first" said Najwa.

"But many are asking you, when are you teaching again" he said.

Najwa was silent, he looked at his brother and then put his shoulder around. His brother shook his head, answered by his wife.

"She wants to see her beloved ex, Bah. Just look, the cuisine is so much" said Umi Dila.

Abah noticed what his wife said. He smiled, then walked away. Followed by his wife, they headed out. Umi Dila drove her husband out, and she would water the flowers in the yard.

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Najwa is preparing to go to Arsyil's contract, since he's been back at his brother's house for over a month. Then he thinks the rented house is still one month left, maybe Arsyil still lives in the rented house. So Najwa thought.

She was already dressed up neatly, wearing the clothes that she first met with Arsyil. His smile expands as he remembers sitting in front of Arsyil and getting acquainted. It felt like at that time he still did not feel the thrill of love in that simple and handsome man.

Najwa took the lunchbox she had prepared beforehand, she stepped out. Umi Dila was in the middle room teaching, she turned to look at Najwa.

"Do you want to walk?" ask umi Dila.

"Yes umi, it's been four and a half hours" Najwa said.

"Sudaj sholat ashar right?"

"Yes mi, it's a responsibility if you leave yet to pray ashar. Anyway, in the keys to his house, I want to wait for him for a while. Usually he comes home at five more" Najwa said again.

"Yeah. Then I'll go first. Assalamu alaikum."

"Wa aleikum salam."

Najwa leaves his uminya, he brings a lunch box containing food that Arsyil likes. He also ordered an ojek online, before long came the ojek that would take him to the contract where he had lived there with Arsyil.

His feelings pounded throughout the journey, his smile occasionally expanding imagining Arsyil's shock in front of his house.

I don't know what he'll do when he meets Arsyil. He had imagined he would say if he wanted to refer to her.

The journey felt slow for Najwa, even though the motor drove at medium speed. Maybe because his heart wants to quickly arrive, to feel a long time and slow the speed of the motor.

"It's not fast on the bike" Najwa said.

"Difficult mom, kind of crowded street. This has also accelerated the way" said the online taxi driver.

Najwa was silent, he looked around was crowded because the work time was running out and there were also those who had come home from busy in his office.

An hour less trip to Arsyil's contract finally arrived, indeed the distance from Najwa's house to Arsyil's contract is not too far if taken by motorbike.

It's just that Najwa feels very long because his heart wants to quickly meet Arsyil.

"Till mbak" said the taxi driver.

Najwa got off the bike, he paid the fare according to the fare. Then looking at the quiet house, he then stepped towards the rented house and looked around the house.

Very quiet, he took a deep breath calming his heart first so as not to pound any firmer. He glanced at the watch in his hand already at forty-thirty minutes, and he headed towards the chair that was on the porch of the house.

Chairs that used to be bought by Arsyil to sit them while relaxing at home at night. He sat in one of his chairs, staring at the door of the house that looked locked.

"I'll wait for him here, maybe I'll be home soon" Najwa thought.

He sat waiting for Arsyil to come home, putting his lunchbox on the table. Then she took her phone, looking for Arsyil's contact number. But she forgot to keep her ex-husband's number.

"Yes, there is no brother's number" said Najwa disappointed.

He took a deep breath, already half an hour he was waiting. There is still no sign of Arsyil appearing with his favorite motorcycle. He was still patiently waiting, until time continued to run and almost entered magrib time.

Arsyil has no appearance, Najwa is restless. Why hasn't Arsyil come home yet?

"What a lot of work brother yes, until this hour has not come home too" Najwa said in his anxiety.

It was already sixty-thirty in the evening, the house looked quiet and dark. Only the headlights are turned on for lighting only.

"Don't you go home yet?" najwa said again.

He stood up, the magrib prayer time was running out. He looked at the dining box that had been on the table was still tight. Najwa stepped forward, looking to the right and to the left. No motor vehicle runs slowly and towards the yard of his house.

Until Najwa finally felt tired himself, he sat back down. His visit this time did not get any results, then would he go home again?

"Maybe come here again tomorrow, brother may be overtime at the printing press" said Najwa.

He took the lunch box, and then he walked away. Looking for a taxi passing by, because if at night he feels uncomfortable when chatting with an online taxi driver.

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