Mother Connect For My Son
The Part 18
...I.B.U.S.A.M.B.U.N.G.U.N.T.U.K.A.N.A.K.K.U...
...Why does it feel so hard to be sincere, Lord?The more I try to forget, but why does my heart always say to endure?...
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In a crowded gazebo, Elea sat waiting for Cila who had entered class.
Parents are only allowed to enter if there are activities that must be done with parents.
Elea joined socialite mothers who wore a lot of jewelry.
“New mom Cila gorgeous huh? Deserve Mr. Ardha would,” timpal one of the women who sat not far from Elea was. Her eyes looked at Elea's face that looked clean.
“Yes, Jeng Elea is lucky to be able to get men like Mr. Ardha. Uda handsome, mapan, artist again,” sahut others add.
“Pak Ardha is also lucky to be as beautiful and beautiful as Jeng Elea,”
“Yes, they are both lucky,”
Elea simply smiled faintly in response to some of their rantings.
“I ngefans really loh Jeng with husband Jeng Elea,”
“I am too!”
“Iya Jeng, we are here really like Jeng Elea's husband,”
“Ceritain dong Jeng how Mr. Ardha if again at home. Is the original also as romantic as filmed, or more romantic?”
“Iya Jeng, have you ever had a fight because how Jeng Elea faced Mr Ardha when he was angry?”
“Eh—“ Elea is confused as to what to answer.
A romance? Even their household is now far from romantic. Ardha just always makes him upset and there is always something that makes them fight.
“In building a household there will definitely be disputes between couples. Moreover, I with Mas Ardha have not fully known each other. We are in the process of understanding the character of each.”
“For romantic things, I don't want to tell you how Mas Ardha treated me, just save it myself,”
“Wah I got goosebumps,”
The woman who did not know what her name was, Elea did not know because they had not been acquainted it showed her smooth arms, but as if to say if the fur on her neck goosebumps.
“Definitely Jeng Elea embarrassed huh? understand the newlyweds, you like to be embarrassed if the story is romantic-romanstis,” again, the woman next to her pokes Elea's arm while blushing.
Elea just nods once in a while just smiling thinly, confused to respond to what kind. babble after babble continues to tickle the endless hearing as if they were talking about.
Until the time came home, Elea said goodbye kindly and took Cila's bag for her to stare. They were picked up by the driver as usual.
“What is it all about, Bunah?” cila asked, earlier in the school the teacher explained about the matter of Islamic harmony.
Inexhaustible explained because the time is up and will continue the explanation at the upcoming meeting.
However, curious makes Cila can not if not ask.
“The pillars of Islam are like pillars and Cila is home. So to make the pole stronger so that the house does not collapse, it must always be treated,”
“Cala visit what pole, Bunah?”
“The trick is to practice the pillars of Islam. Cila want to be strong house?”
“Mau!” cila was enthusiastic as usual.
“Good! If you want Cila must practice the five pillars of Islam,”
“Five?”
“Iya, let Cila remember, how about we sing?”
Cila nodded and began to listen to Elea sing.
“The five pillars of islam. Creed, Prayer, Fasting, Zakat for Whom, Hajj for the Power. Who does not pray, Dor! Woe is implied, who does not pay zakat, by Allah is cursed.”
The pillars of Islam with the version of my balloon song there are five for children to understand easily.
Cila loved the song, all the way to the house they continued to sing Cila's favorite new song.
Syutting
“How does it feel to be a bride again Ar?” ask trian.
“Ya is definitely good!”timpal Dimas.
Ardha continued to step with Fatih towards the resting place, not caring about the ramblings of some of his movie friends who just kept talking.
“Urusan lo finished?”
“Udah! Do you want honeymoon?” ask Fatih. His heart ached when he said that.
“Males, my schedule is solid. No time for that!”
“Lo fans on nanyain lo honeymoon where are you going? Lo ga honeymoon will be a fan of lo ngira if your wedding—“
“Quiet, I have something for them,” Ardha fiddled with his phone and started sending it to Fatih through the green app.
“Lo uploaded on my ig,”
Fatih opened her phone, her eyes sore when she saw the photo that Ardha sent.
The photo of the woman who is being embraced by Ardha brokered by the Son. The woman smiled behind her warm face.
Why does it feel so hard to be sincere, Lord? The more the servant tries to forget, but why does the heart always say to endure?
Fatih held onto her aching chest.
A warm photo on a playground with his wife and little daughter
It is also a script for my wife
Thank you for coming to our lives, giving us a new color that has long been gray
Complement the happy that has long faded
Giving loving affection with immeasurable warmth
For now, I want to stop time from passing quickly
My happiness, your happiness, our happiness with little fairy Cila.
A post from Instagram Ardha that Elea is reading. His face involuntarily carved out an immeasurable smile.
Why is his heart shaking again? Does Elea like her husband now? It is not wrong if the wife loves her husband.
Elea emboldened herself to type a message for her to send to Ardha. For some reason, when he saw Ardha's post, his courage became sticking up to give a little attention to the man. Send a direct message to your Ardha account.
Assalamualaikum, what are you, Mas? Have eaten?
A short message that made Elea very nervous. He was waiting for a reply from across the street.
Just want to eat? Have you eaten?
The reply from Ardha was able to overturn Elea's heart. For the first time, he wanted to keep looking at the phone screen.
I also did, just finished eating the same Cila. Come home and want me to know what?
Elea is waiting for a reply from her husband.
What aja, as long as you cook
Oh God, Elea wanted to scream. Elea rushed to the kitchen to make sure the ingredients for cooking were still plentiful. This time he wanted to make chicken soup.
As time passed, Elea sat on the sofa waiting for her husband to come home.
The clock shows at 9 p.m. Cila was already curled up tightly with a smooth snoring in the room. Unsaturated, Elea waited even though her eyes were sleepy. It's okay, he's willing to wait.
Ceklek, the door was pushed from the outside, Elea immediately came to Ardha who had poked behind the door with a tired look.
Elea immediately took Ardha's hand and kissed her. Ardha's body froze for a moment as it was still unfamiliar.
“You take a shower first, I have prepared the warm water,”Ardha nodded obediently.
“I want to heat the soup first for us to eat together,”
“Lo not eat?”
Elea shook her head “Waituin you, Mas”
Elea's words had made Ardha confused, usually he was with Fatih eating out together if he came home late. But I don't know why Fatih refused to eat together.
Fortunately Fatih refused, if he ate with Fatih before going home, surely Ardha could no longer put food into his stomach.
Ardha set foot into the room. An unusual sight back he got.
A sleeping suit was neatly arranged on the bed, even when he entered the bathroom, it was true that warm water was available.
Ardha just simply takes off the clothes and soaks. In Ardha's heart said
“Do you have a wife like this?,” he said because when he was with Mita he was never served like this.