My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 32

Icha leads her mother to her room. The woman, who had not turned twenty-four, was trailing right in front of the closet next to Hanan's clothes and had almost never been opened before.

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Nahla's heart begins to be uneasy as her daughter points to a closet that even since her arrival has never explained its function. It's just like her husband keeps her. It turns out that in it holds many memories that may never be forgotten.

"Here?" ask Nahla softly. Icha nodded confidently.

"Mom can see?" ask the girl softly.

"Don't, said papa do not open, will make papa sad," replied Icha obedient once.

Nahla nodded her head, knowing that she would not open it in front of Icha. Maybe when the day at the right time, because he was really curious about the lucky woman's deceased. She loved her husband so deeply.

Nahla shouldn't be angry, let alone jealous. They were once united in a legitimate bond, and separated by death. It will be very difficult for those memories to be erased. However, he regretted his attitude that could not bring himself, but now there is clearly a real self.

After Icha came out of her room, the mother and son returned to their usual afternoon activities. Nahla doesn't want to think, but still can't. It made his heart curious.

In the afternoon as usual, after accompanying Icha, Nahla prepared a dinner for the family. However, until the end of eight Hanan did not go home. As a wife Nahla was worried about her. She was confused to ask her husband. Nahla hopes her husband will let her know if she gets home late.

"Icha dinner first yes, continue mama accompany in the room. Looks like papa today overtime," Nahla said ahead. But not for herself, the time her husband was outside had not eaten, so she would just wait.

"Yes Ma," answered Icha obediently. Nahla also accompanied her little girl to eat.

"Mama don't eat? Is it night?" tanya Icha astonishment.

"Icha first no pa-pa, mama wait for papa to come home," replied Nahla softly.

After finishing her plate, Nahla escorted her daughter to the room. It was only after the little girl was soundly Nahla out.

The short hour hand was already pointing at the nine-night mark. But her husband has not yet returned. Hanan did not report and it was clear that Nahla was not calm waiting for him.

The food at the dining table had also turned cold, the hunger that was whack evaporating changed the anxiety. Finally decided to contact him. The woman was just about to dial her husband's mobile number when the sound of a car roar was heard entering the yard.

Hanan came home, arriving home exactly half a ten.

"Just come home?" welcome Nahla to her husband at the door with a smile.

"Yes, sorry I overtime. Why aren't you asleep?" hanan looked tired.

"I'm waiting for you Mas, because you're not ngabarin."

"So no time, sorry next time I'll tell you when I come home late."

"Yes, I'm not pa-pa, the important thing is that you've come home safely."

"Mas already ate? Let me heat it up again because it's cold."

"No need Deck, I ate outside. I met with a client last night so I had dinner. Please just prepare to change I want to take a shower," pinta Hanan who immediately embraced Nahla although her heart honestly a bit disappointed.

Why not tell, even though he had not eaten just because he was willing to wait for him. Why not tell though busy, Nahla should not be tired of cooking if in the end mubadzir. Suddenly a little upset.

Nahla did not want to take heart, and chose to prepare a change for her husband. After that make her favorite hot coffee. Maybe he was so busy this heart so did not have time to tell.

"It's Mas instead, same coffee at the table," exclaimed the woman as soon as her husband came out of the bathroom.

"Thank you, what time was Icha sleeping? Are you still sick?" asked Hanan while wearing her clothes.

"After dinner Mas, not thank God," answered Nahla honestly. Busy with books in his hands.

The man put on his clothes, then went to grab a coffee that clearly still reflected smoke.

"Today's great," Hanan complained while sitting in the chair.

"If you're tired of taking a break, it's also night."

"Yes," Hanan flat said.

It was seen that the man again sipped his coffee, while Nahla herself occupied the bed first. Unknowingly, the woman slept hungry. However, he was lazy to eat alone.

The woman just fell asleep. Early in the morning Nahla woke up, her stomach was so hungry. He rushed to the kitchen, his own fault that last night ignored his hungry stomach. In the past, my mother always reminded herself when she was late to eat.

"Duh ... kangen ibuk, tomorrow stop by ah," Inner Nahla while making warm tea. A few pieces of biscuits were quite stuffed into his stomach. After getting enough energy, the woman just moved as usual.

On returning to the room, Hanan had already woken up while working on the fardhu this morning.

"Ischa awake?" ask the man after the greeting.

"I haven't had time to wake up Mas, I want to take a shower first" replied Nahla passed.

The woman goes to the bathroom, while Hanan heads to Icha's room. The man woke his daughter.

"Let's wake up baby, it's morning, school right?"

"Papa, what time did you come home last night? Poor mama wait for papa to not eat," reported Icha getting out of bed.

"Owh yeah .. papa came home the night Icha was sleeping. Let's take a shower now, let's take a ready papa."

Icha went to the bathroom, for a moment Hanan felt guilty with his wife. He did eat out last night, not knowing that his wife was waiting for him to eat dinner.

When Hanan was preparing a change, Nahla went into Icha's room.

"Eh, Icha is awake?" ask the woman and then move. Slightly avoiding interactions that are not so important, not anything his heart is just a little lazy, I don't know.

"Wait until I don't eat last night? Next time do not do so, eat first if I have not returned," said Hanan flat, no words of regret and apologize, or this is a form of concern about clarification. At least tell me more accurately.

"Yes," answered Nahla coldly. Just walk from Icha's room. Surely she did not want to do so, but seeing her husband's temper getting colder, making Nahla seem indifferent.

"Yes Allah .. why I baperan so much," Nahla's mind began to stir emotions plus curiosity about the sacred closet that has not been opened.