My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 33

Breakfast was not as warm as usual. Only dominated Icha babble that his father responded to, and Nahla teased when he pointed at him. Because today Icha does not want to be with her father, the woman who finally drove her daughter first.

"Be careful with the bike, after school, go home!" hanan's message to his wife.

"Yes," answered Nahla.

Icha herself was excited when this morning went on a motorcycle with her mother. Something rare, and this first time of course.

"Ma, tomorrow Icha leaves with mama again huh?" ask the little girl when she gets to school.

"By learning, happy learning, baby!" nahla said waving her hand after the little girl called out a greeting.

After dropping off Icha, Nahla goes straight to her school. As usual, I taught until the afternoon. The woman was intent on returning home to her mother's house, but Icha at home must have been waiting. Nahla decided to go home.

"Alhamdulillah ... Mom is home, I want permission to go home, Mom, Icha is sleeping" reports symbok welcome the return of her employer.

"Owh .. Yes Mbok, thank you for today" said Nahla with a gentle smile.

Icha sleeping, tumben hour of sleep this morning? Maybe the little girl was sapped because there was a swimming lesson this afternoon. Nahla also let her daughter sleep. Just look at the room and then come out again and close the door slowly.

The woman first cleaned herself because she felt tired. Relax while waiting for the afternoon. Gamang, the intention of the heart wants to cook but also afraid that her husband will come home late. It will be broken if it is not eaten again.

Nahla returns to the room, busy surfing in cyberspace. Long time no see and stand in grub since married. Suddenly her net was stunned with a sturdy closet located next to her husband's closet. Curious, but honestly afraid because Icha has even informed the contents.

Curiosity that can not be dammed makes Nahla closer. Tried to open it, but darling locked. The woman did not run out of sense, pulled the locker on the nightstand and found some keys there. Nahla tries to open them one by one with the key. Long enough to find the right one.

The woman opened slowly, a row of women's clothes and also her knickknacks stored neatly there. Wedding photos, photos of the two of them, family albums, all stored neatly perfect. It can be described how happy they used to be.

"You guys are really a matching couple," Inner Nahla stared at her second figura.

Of jealousy? Can Nahla feel jealous of people who do not even exist in the world. It was fortunate that the woman he loved was so deep. It's just, can Nahla feel disappointed and sick to know all this. As the months went by with him, it turned out that his heart was still adrift with others.

Nahla put it back in its place. It seemed like he was starting to really understand the attitude of Mas Hanan who did not even seem to care so much about him. It is not possible to compete with someone who is even gone, even though her husband's feelings of love may be so strong. Until the morning sleep called his name without feeling.

The woman breathed with all her chest. It feels bad, but it can be what the hell. Should Nahla ask for an explanation? Or even begging for love from her husband to share her feelings just a little.

It has been so uncomfortable since that afternoon. Accompanying Icha learning was a little unfocused.

"What would I eat with you? Let mama make it? Looks like papa's overtime again so Icha eat first huh?" tawar Nahla still can not bear to let Icha just like that. He was angry with his father, should not have included his son.

"Nuget the same sauce Ma, make it yes," the little girl's pinta was spoiled as usual.

"Yes," Nahla answered hurried to the kitchen.

Icha join nimbrung while asking a lot of things. Nahla also patiently responded even though her heart was upset. The sound of the car engine roar into the courtyard. Icha who heard that was automatically excited.

The little girl immediately ran over to welcome her father home at the door. Nahla who usually always welcomes him with a smile, this time absent and stay busy in the kitchen.

"Father!" call the little girl jump for joy.

"Eh, Icha haven't slept?" sahut Hanan immediately raised his daughter with a smile even though tired.

"Not yet, want to eat first, mama again fried nuget," replied the girl slumped from her father's sling.

Hanan followed Icha's steps into the kitchen. Nahla is preparing food for Icha.

"Have you gone home yet?" tanya Nahla flat.

"Yes, just arrived. Cook what?"

"Yet, fear later tired of cooking is not eaten anymore, it's dear time and energy," said Nahla began to differ. Hanan was silent, maybe it was his fault yesterday did not give news, so it was only natural that tonight Nahla did not prepare dinner for him.

"Owh yeah no pa-pa, I'm not so hungry either" he said casually. You can also deliver when you are hungry.

Nahla is busy accompanying Icha to eat, while Hanan goes into the bathroom. Usually Nahla would kindly follow him and then prepare a change. Hanan also felt that there was a little different, maybe later after finishing the prepared bath, the man thought. However, nil, until the man finished the bath, no change of clothes was available for him.

Hanan was a little no problem, even though he felt there was less. Moving out of the room looking for his wife who was in Icha's room. Seen in the middle of storytelling to put his daughter to sleep. Hanan thought, Nahla will return to the room, but until late the woman did not return, making Hanan who had been waiting to catch up with her.

As soon as the door to Icha's room opened, Nahla, who was actually lazy, moved the room, pretended to be asleep. His heart was still a little muddled, obviously uncomfortable if suddenly the man approached asking to be accompanied as a real wife.

"Dec, are you asleep? Let's move!" the man kissed his cheek. I swear by what Nahla was upset to hear her heavy voice. He still pretended to be asleep, his heart was already disappointed.

"Sir, get up, let's move!" Not giving up, the man again harassed his wife.

Nahla did not reply, making Hanan recklessly carry him. Halfway through Nahla opened her eyes, she was annoyed, very upset even.

"Durunin Mas, I can walk alone," said the woman clearly did not want to be carried.

"I'm sorry, I had to pick you up, afraid that there's disturbing Icha's sleep."

"Just sleep disturbing cooking, usually so too," said Nahla coldly. Just passed ahead of Hanan.

The man went into the room, locked it tightly. Following his wife who had been crumbling into the bed with her back position.

"Daddy, isn't the hijab removed?" whispered the man crouching spoiled from behind. Making Nahla suddenly uncomfortable and like wanting to throw his hand alone.

"Sorry Mas, I'm tired," Nahla refused to get rid of Hanan's hand that was hanging on her waist, then gave her some distance. Nahla felt sinful doing this, but her heart was upset, and the man never seemed to understand.