My Teacher
The MT part 42

Honesty, trust, commitment. These three things are the most core, the key to success in building a household that is sadinah mawaddah warahmah. Don't forget to interspersed do'a and hard work.

Honesty and trust, the two are closely related between each relationship. If there is a lie, the trust will be lost. And vice versa.

Every relationship must have a pebble that becomes everyone's test. However, we turn that back on the person. Whether he is able to fight it, whether he is able to live it, whether he is able to accept it. All of those words need to be questioned.

Man is a creature of God who has perfection in each self. However, many people do not realize that perfection because they are blind, envious of the perfection of others when there is perfection in him. Thankful is most important. Alhamdulillah, Mashay Allah, Subhanallah. That sentence is easy to say, but not everyone can do it.

Marriage is not a simple thing either. Many things can be learned, one of which is already living the commandments of God. Marriage requires readiness and maturity. Getting married not only brings two people of different types together in one house, but also brings together two opinions, differences, hearts, minds, and much more.

The truth is not in line with expectations. Many people are desperate for their hope. Many people say God is unfair. Not fair how? God simply does not want his servants to get lost because they are too focused on that point. He just wants his servant to realize that hope is not the best.

Tonight, many stars were scattered in the dark sky. The bright moonlight seemed to say, Come here! Look and look at me. They were like calling out in a crowd, asking the girl who was currently lying on the bed to take a look.

"Dec, the task has not been done yet?" ask the man who is her husband.

"That's right, Nessa put it on the table. Look, really, don't you?" nessa replied recklessly turning off her phone and keeping it on the nightstand.

Endi opens Nessa's book and sees the girl's assignment.

"The interpretation?" ask Endi while flipping the book. Nessa, who saw Endi in confusion, moved from her place.

Suddenly the girl showed me the book she had taken from a pile of books.

"It! Nessa forgot to get her on."

After a few minutes of checking Nessa's duties, the man finally returned to keep Nessa's workbook on the table.

The man moved closer to Nessa who was still nearby, rather sitting on a desk chair.

"Have you cleaned?" ask Endi while stroking the mane of his wife's dense black hair.

Nessa looked up and nodded her head thinly.

"Yes, go straight to sleep? It will follow."

Nessa just nodded, then got up from her seat and walked towards the bed. Endi started to enter the bathroom.

In fact, Nessa did not fall asleep. It seems he was still fiddling with the phone in his hand, until shortly afterwards Endi came. The man saw his wife who was still awake, but the clock had shown at nine o'clock in the night. Nessa who saw the arrival of the man also put his phone on the nightstand.

"Not sleeping yet?" ask Endi while slowly climbing the bed.

Nessa brought her body closer as her husband encoded her to get closer.

"Hmmm... not sleepy yet." replied Nessa as she closed her eyes, enjoying the elucidation of the hand on her head.

"Mmmmm, yeah, hugged me here." Endi spread out her hands while slightly chuckling. Nessa accepted it with pleasure, and she entered into the arms of her husband. Yeah, that hug he's always wanted lately. Warm, comfortable, calm, Nessa felt all that. Even though they have not expressed love, ah does the taste exist? Nessa only felt great comfort when she was near her husband and Nessa also felt nervous at once. Her heart was always unsafe when she was close to him. Nessa also felt homesick when away from her husband. Can it be called love? If so, please wake up Nessa. The girl is still public with the world of romance.

In that embrace, Nessa inhaled deeply the scent of her husband's body that had become opium to her. The girl raised her head up, Endi's reflexes loosened her embrace a little.

"Why?" asked the man to return his wife's gaze.

Endi is happy when his wife who lately likes to indulge with him.

"Mas hasn't told me yet." muttered Nessa softly, obstructed by the chest of the field.

And he began to understand. The man has not told his wife. The only secret he'd ever want to keep shut. But, is not a wife the safest and most comfortable place to pour out all the contents of the heart? Just say it like that.

"Promise not to cut first?" Nessa nodded slowly.

While telling the story, Endi did not let go of his embrace and also rubbed his hand on Nessa's head.

"Actually Mas is not the biological child of Mama and Papa."

One sentence that managed to make Nessa a little shocked. Endi's? Winanti, Resa?

Nessa who was surprised and wanted to ask at once did not so because she remembered the promise earlier not to cut off the explanation of Endi.

"First a baby, Mas was born twins. Mama said, Mas's twin brother had died after birth. While the parents of Mas's birth had escaped out of nowhere and what caused it. He left Mas to Mama and Papa who were in the hospital at that time."

"You want to know what the reason is that Mas always looks different when outside?" Nessa just nodded.

"Actually Mas look like that a long time ago, maybe since the time of High School. Previously, Mas's appearance was as usual, but, because of the incident, Mas decided to change his appearance. Who knows what it's really like is just the closest family."

The flashback

A young man is seen walking on the sidewalk carrying a notebook. The skin is mature brown, thick eyebrows, a sharp nose, and a sharp eye highlight.

The young man came home on foot, the distance from school and home was not too far away. Since no one picked her up, she finally ventured to walk.

"Lo is on foot. Here lo!" suddenly from the opposite direction shouted at the young man.

At first he did not care, however, the person called again.

"Me, Bang?" he asked while pointing at himself using his index finger.

"Who else but you here?" he said with a loud voice making the young man close his eyes.

The young man is Endi, Dimas calls him when he was in school. The young man had just stepped into high school, which was 10th grade. Yes, only a few weeks he attended one of the favorite schools in his area.

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