My husband is my teacher
Tamu

A beautiful day passed quickly, the color of jinga adorned the twilight sky with the cry of the mossy azan in the mosques with its merdunya.

Muslims prepare to perform maghrib prayers.

20 Minutes passed.

Ting.. Nongs..

The doorbell rang, Bik Ipah, who was working in the kitchen, immediately left his job, ran to the front door, opened the door.

Qilan and 3 unacquainted men stood before him.

"Excuse Bik. Is Afriadi around?." Qilan asked politely with a friendly smile. Qilan's attitude in front of Bik Ipah is very different from his attitude with the person he brought.

"Yes, sir is there. Come in, Den. I'll call you first." Bik Ipah immediately went inside calling Afriadi.

Qilan and the 3 men he brought into the house.

"Wow, it's a big house." Mr. RW's eyes did not blink to see the house he entered, "Well, the floor is kinclong." quickly his feet release the senadal he was wearing, "Eeeh, take off your sandals, you guys, the floor will be dirty." Mr. RW pulled the hands of his two friends.

They had to stop stepping. Away from Qilan.

"What's the pull?" asked Mr. Kades.

"That, take off your sandals," ordered Mr. RW, pointing to the sandals in use them.

"What's sandals for?." Mr. Kades asked again, not understanding.

"He did not take off his head." the thumb of Mr. Imam pointed back, Qilan who walked 6 meters away from the three of them, felt something strange, footsteps and whispers they were not heard anymore. Feeling strange, Qilan turned his body around. Ha..

"Oh, you guys how the hell, the floor will be dirty. Our shawl is so ugly it's dirty again. Sir over there just leave the shoes that he wears branded shoes. Lah, we are capal bro," explained Mr. RW bent down to take his head.

Mr. Kades and Mr. Imam followed the theme of taking off their sandals, when their slippers rolled their eyes to see Qilan standing behind the theme with a hostile aura.

"Why are the joints removed?" qilan's question surprised Mr. RW who was bending down, his butt facing Qilan, Qilan's irritated veins look, 'You show off the buttocks' thought Qilan "Sin doesn't ya kick this guy's ass." upset Inner Qilan, thought Qilan, his feet are already itching for action.

"Well, very polite," quipped Qilan on target, quickly Mr. RW got up to hold his own.

"Our sandals are dirty. Later the owner of the house is angry," replied Mr. RW, smiling with an innocent look.

"Just wear it, don't take it off, the owner of the house is not angry," said Qilan trying to be friendly with them, put both hands into the bag of pants, see the sad condition of the three of them, slippers, he said, ugly and dull.

Mr. Kades and Mr. Imam tampa were told twice to put back on his back.

Only the wayward again who has not put his back, "Seriously? This is our sandal capal. Cheap spoon, later the floor of this house is contaminated infected with virus from our sandals."

Mr. Kades and Mr. Imam just kept silent, they knew from the eyes of Qilan who did not like to see them.

"It's okay to use it, the floor of this house is already immune to it," growled Qilan.

"Seriously?," Mr. RW's question made Qilan almost lose his temper.

"Yaaaaa..," replied Qilan his teeth shut tight, furious.

Quickly he turned his body continued in his footsteps, breathing patiently, "Basar kampungan. Patience Qilan, patience, "inner Qilan, rubbed their chests no longer paying attention to them.

Mr. Kades and Mr. Imam followed Qilan from behind leaving Mr. RW who put his own.

Gee.. Their mouths were wide open looking at the living room they had never seen. The room is neatly arranged with a simple style impressed modern.

Qilan was already sitting on the sofa. Seeing Qilan sitting down they also quickly sat on the sofa feeling the softness of the sofa, stroking the sofa teraebut.

Whispering and praising each other on the sofa they were sitting on, "Good huh."

Qilan looked at them sensitively, averted his eyes, his baths complaining, "Oh, that once-so-man village. It's not wrong for the people to choose them."

Before long the boredom of Qilan was broken by footsteps down the stairs, his voice echoing on the ceiling of the house.

Qilan's face brightened slightly after seeing Afriadi coming.

"Sorry to wait a long time." Afriadi sat down on the sofa, glancing at his friend who looked a little disheveled. Afriadi asked by raising his eyebrows ‘What's wrong with you?’

Qilan replied with a code of glancing at them. Afriadi nodded in understanding, he knew that his friend was still upset with the villagers including them as well. Actually Qilan did not like to see them not because they were a village, not because they were a village, but because of their attitude to treat Afriadi at the time of the incident, to cause the theme was married to a teenager who was a high school student who he did not recognize, and not clear origin.

Before long Afriadi sat Bik Ipah came to bring snacks and drinks. Mr. RW's eyes rounded to see the nap carried by Bik Ipah.

"Wus, snack. This is delicious." cheered Mr. RW, his saliva is almost out.

"It's so happy to see a snack. Idiiih, eyes. It seems very impatient, "inner Qilan, disgusted to see Mr. RW.

Bik Ipah serves snacks and drinks on the table. Mr. RW was like impatient to taste the snack, his hands were itching to take, looked very hungry. His friend relaxed, their eyes also saw the snack.

"Please taste." Afriadi invited them to taste.

"By pleasure." very happy heart Mr. RW. Quickly, Mr. RW's hand grabbed the snack, put it in his mouth, once 2 hands worked, his head nodded favorably. Mr. Kades and Mr. Imam took the snack.

Afriadi typed his phone keyboard sending a message to Qilan.

Trings.. The message went to Qilan's phone.

Qilan saw a message from Afriadi.

°Qi, what time did they leave here? Did they eat earlier.°

Qilan replied to Afriadi's message, °Em, around noon. I don't know if they've eaten or not, if not, great. In part I diet so no lunch earlier, let them follow the diet as well, besides the content of the old man must be removed, it is too big. It's not good to see. 😒 °

Afriadi read Qilan's message, he glanced at Qilan asking through his face ‘Who do you mean the old man?’

Qilan replied with a lazy glance Mr. RW. Yeah, who else among the mera has a distended stomach other than Mr. RW.

Mr. Kades glanced at Qilan, his hands stopped reaching for snacks, so did Mr. Imam his hands stopped taking snacks, he lowered his intentions when he saw the displeased gaze of Qilan's eyes. Mr. RW did not know Qilan's eyes, he did not care about continuing to put food in his mouth.

Afriadi opened the conversation with the intention of their arrival, "What do you want to meet me?"

Mr. Kades replied.

There was a pretty long conversation.

While Latika who was in the room did not know at all about their presence. He was busy picking up his cell phone.

Hah, once can the phone fever Latika lamgsung down. Now he is fine, just stay sincere with what happened and accept the reality.