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Title: The Catastrophe of Marriage

Author : AuthorRatcheh

Central jakarta, September 27.

Today the weather in downtown Jakarta is very hot. Especially in a jasmine housing complex in the city center.

Seen the residential area is so hot, there is not a single shadow of a mango tree that provides shade on the side of the complex road.

However, let so a woman in an oversized suit and a hijab, seen walking with her hands carrying a grocery bag.

The beautiful woman in white, tall, hijab-covered kepsla accelerated the pace of her path. The black plastic bag that was carried, was seen swinging because the woman was so fast walking.

"Mrs Airin!" The woman stopped right in front of the house someone she had just heard calling her name.

Yes, the name of the woman is Airin Pranata and the mothers of the complex here call the woman by the name of Airin.

Airin smiled as the full-bodied mothers, wearing negligee, hijab, and carrying brooms walked closer to him.

"Eh, Bu Fatma. Ada apa?" tanya Airin dengan nada bingungnya, tapi biar begitu dia tetap menyunggingkan senyum untuk wanita yang ada di depannya dan terlihat berumur jauh lebih tua darinya.

Fatma who heard that just smiled. He opened the gate of the house where he worked.

Yes, in that house, Ms. Fatma was just an ART and Airin was very familiar with the ARTs in this complex.

"Going to Santi's shop, Nyah?" asked Ms. Fatma with a cry.

Airin who heard that saw the black swipe pouch and after that, he looked back at Ms. Fatma with a very friendly smile.

"Yes, Mom. My husband asked me to make food, because he said there was a business friend who wanted to visit," replied Airin and Ms. Fatma who heard it immediately turned to the right, to look at the residential block of Airin which is only two blocks away from the building where he works, "What's up, Mom?" ask Airin confused.

Ms. Fatma who heard that immediately grimaced. He involuntarily moved to scratch his head that was covered by the hijab.

Looking at Bu Fatma's gurgle like that, Airin frowned confusedly. Though earlier he said he was in a hurry, but when he saw the expression of Bu Fatma the desire to quickly get to the house disappeared and was replaced by curiosity.

"So I saw a car coming into the house, ma'am. Maybe it was the guest that Madam said earlier."

Airin immediately turned to the residential complex with a panicked look.

This morning, before her husband left for the office. The man said he would invite his business friends to visit tonight, but heard the saying of Ms. Fatma earlier. Looks like the show went ahead.

With a quick movement, Airin turned to look at the face of Ms. Fatma who was also in a panic, "If so, I go home first, Ms. Fatma. Thank you well, assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

Ms. Fatma could only stare at the young girl's back with a pityful look, "May the madam be fine."

***

Airin opened the gate of his house slowly, then he went straight into the courtyard of the house.

Airin locked the gate of his house. The woman was seen twisting her body and her eyes immediately caught two cars parked in her yard.

"Definitely, surely, Julian will be angry."

Airin pushed the door slowly so as not to cause a sound that would interfere with the hearing of the husband and guests who he believed must be talking in the family room,

Why could she think like that, because she could faintly hear the voice of her husband.

"Are you really interested in that wreckage?"

Airin immediately stopped his movement opening the door. Her heart was pounding as her eardrum heard her husband's voice so clearly discussing the wreck where, it was her.

Yes, her husband Julian called himself a junkyard. Whether it's an affectionate call or what he doesn't know, but Airin's obviously not red called that. The call was romantic in his ears.

"Yes, your wife is beautiful and looks pretty smart."

Airin frowned as she heard the voice of a man so very foreign to her.

However, the folds on his forehead disappeared because after that foreign sound. Airin heard the humbling sound of the rascals from her husband.

"You want to have that wreckage?"

Airin began to feel the tightness of her eyes suddenly glazed over her head as if she did not believe the words that came out of her husband's mouth.

"Of course, but damn she's already your wife. Maybe if there's anything similar to your wife, I'll just stab-"

"Take it."

Airin covered his mouth with his right hand that had been carrying a black swipe frog, "no, this is a lie, right? Julian couldn't possibly say that."

Airin shook her head to trim all the words that came out of her husband's mouth earlier.

"Thirty days."

Airin rounded her eyes as she again heard her husband make a sound.

"Make that wreck fall in love with you within thirty days. If you can do it, then you can take the wreck."

Airin closed the eyes and it made warm water flow out.

***

"Thirty days. Make that wreck fall in love with you in that time."

Airin grew sobbing, remembering the words of her husband this afternoon, making the woman feel like she was hit by dozens of invisible daggers.

Really, he didn't think Julian would do that to him. Is it worthless and interesting, Airin, until the man is willing to give his own wife to someone, like a wreck?

Airin is currently in his room. The woman was still loyal to the oversized clothes she was wearing this afternoon. His hijab was still on his head.

"Am I that bad in your eyes, Mom?" airin asked the reflection of his face in the mirror.

That woman is beautiful, very beautiful. However, she could not make up for herself, until she was quite young, she was like a mother.

"If because I look like this makes you, don't like it." Airin moved to remove the safety pin attached to his hijab, to make the cloth open, "i will be the old me again for you, Mas," Airin said as he pulled off his hijab, until the black mane of her hair was broken.

Not veiled in front of the husband, no problem, right?

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