Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
My husband still remembers my mother....

Morning time....

Azka got up from her bed. Slowly rubbing the wife's cheek.

"Honey, pray first yuk!", invite Azka.

"Heum.iya Ka!", I replied.

I was like this, calling her name again. No more Dad. And he never seems to mind.

We finally prayed at dawn.

"Ka..!", call me down.

"Human? What dear?", asked gently.

"I'm sleeping again, okay? It's praying!"

"Actually I can't go to bed at dawn."

"Daily, too, my dear.I still sleepy!", my whine is spoiled.

"Yes, yes!" he said. I let go of my face without folding it and then put myself in bed again.

Azka shook her head slowly at the behavior of her little wife. Finally the azka who folded up Nana's face just lying down.

After tidying up the prayer equipment, Azka came out of the room to the kitchen. Bibik Sudja was struggling in the kitchen with his combat equipment.

"For Azka sir.!", said aunt.

"Bik's Part! What's cooking today?"

"Kick chicken same egg pack, keep the same fried tempeh clear vegetable!"

"Owh..!", said Azka.

"Coffee or tea Mr Azka?", asked the aunt.

"Tea just bik!"

"Good sir. Non Nana hasn't woken up?", asked the aunt while making coffee for her master.

"Udah, then sleep again. Maybe his body isn't too fit."

The aunt delivered tea in front of Azka.

"Sorry sir, actually yesterday non Nana why?", asked the curious aunt.

Azka finally told him what happened to his wife.

"O Allah is non-Nana!", said the Bible slowly.

"I feel like I failed to keep Nana good!", complained Azka.

"Don't talk like that sir. It's all out of your control. What matters now is that non Nana's okay."

"Yes, but .. I feel I have not been able to fulfill the mandate of Anisa bik!".

"Mrs would understand if he was still around sir. Please don't talk like that, I'm afraid non Nana heard instead so sad sir?"

"Yes bik. Oh right, bik, Nisa's room isn't in the key, is it?", asked Azka.

"No sir, it's still hanging at the door. But if the keys to the safe and non-Nana's closet are stored."

"Still make me, I'm going to Nisa's room to stretch."

"Yes sir?!"

Azka went to Anisa's room. Bibik continued his cooking show.

Czech....

the door's sound is open. This long-empty bedroom feels quiet and cool.

Azka sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes looked around the room that had been inhabited by someone who was very meaningful in his life.

On the other side....

Hooooammm.I yawned on my bed. I looked for my husband who was not next to me.

I went to the bathroom to wash my face, and then went down. Bibik is still struggling with his fighting equipment, while at the dining table there is already a glass containing tea that has been reduced.

"Bik, which Azka?", I asked when I was sitting at the dinner table.

"Eh ..non Nana is awake, said to call the real husband Non!", bibik's advice

"Hehehe is a bik, change it for a long time!", I replied.

"Yes, yesterday I called you good. Now call the name again!", said the aunt.

"Yes bik...keep my husband where bik?"

"Em..in Mother's room Non!", said the aunt.

"Ngapain?", I asked as I got off the bench.

"Ngga knows non!", replied the aunt. I went straight to my room. Yeah, the door just opened. I peeked at Azka who was sitting on the edge of my bed.

Her hand holds the picture frame of the mother. Azka stared at her longing.

Why does my heart feel sliced. Does he still love my mother? Do I deserve to be jealous of my deceased mother? Azka misses mom????

I paused my intention to enter until I accidentally dropped the decoration on the table.

Bruckk....

Suddenly I took her and at the same time Azka came out of the mother's room.

"Darling..why?", asked Azka while picking up the decoration. I saw his eyes drop, he cried for my round?

"Neverything Ka..!", I rewinded my body as he wanted to touch me.

"Darling, what's the matter?", Azka seemed confused when I didn't want to be touched by her.

"You still love your mother?", asked me for a moment.

"Yes.you don't misunderstand me. I just....!"

"Just miss you, so you mean?"

"Darling.dengerin me first. It's not like you shadow Na.!", Azka held both of my shoulders.

"Ngga needs Ka. Your tears are enough to explain everything!", I went from Azka's presence and ran small to my room upstairs.

"Darling, horrifying me. Please don't get me wrong, don't run away. Be careful....!"

Azka's words no longer concern me. I slammed my bedroom door and I locked it. I don't want to see a face first.

Argggh....! I sat behind the door.

I have given everything to you Azka, my heart.my body. What else do I have, God????

Mother....! Look at me mother, even after mother no feelings husband to mother remain unchanged!

I was crying behind the door.

"Non Nana why sir?", asked aunt worried.

"I was wrong bik.!", that was all Azka said.

Bibikpun do not dare to ask questions.

"Bik, can you please iron my clothes? I'm sure Nana locked her room. So, I'm just gonna take a shower downstairs!"

"Yes, sir, prepare your aunt for a moment!"

Nana, you misunderstood baby....! The whisper of Azka in the heart.