Not the Perfect Wife
281. S2 - Khairi's birth mother
Khairi tried what his wife suggested. Until some time, finally the key can be rotated and opened. Opening the box, there was a diary and a DVD. In front of the book was the name Nur Aini.
"There's a DVD, honey. Come on, let's turn it around!" invite Khairi who wants to move. However, it was prevented by his wife.
"We'll give this back first, ma'am. Take as necessary, we just turn," said Afrin, who is hailed by Khairi.
They cleaned everything up and put it in the box. Khairi really can't wait to see that video. The man did everything quickly. After that the two went to the living room and played the DVD there.
Khairi sat next to his wife, waiting for the video to spin. There was a woman in the picture again. He smiled at the camera. However, his smile held a great sadness.
"Assalamualaikum, Mom. Maybe when you saw this video, I was no longer by your side. Or maybe you'll never want to see this video because I know you're so stubborn." The woman smiled faintly. Khairi and Afrin stared at the television screen without taking a single look.
"Mas, you know, right, I don't have that much courage in front of your family. That's why I only dare to explain through this video. I have nothing to do with Adam. We were just talking at that time. I knew I had made a mistake coming to a widower's house, but really, I just came to teach Adam to make milk and replace his diaper cubs. I can't bear to see a baby just like that. But it turns out everything was intentional. Adam deliberately asked me to come and make you misunderstand and more painful, it was all at your mother's request. It turns out that up until this moment he doesn't like me. I would love to tell you, but after I think about it, is it possible for you to believe me? See how you've been acting on her. You always defended her from me." Tears on both cheeks. It is very painful to be slandered like that.
"There's one more thing I want to say. I'm pregnant right now, I hope you pick me up after seeing this video. I'll stay where we first met. I'll wait there for a month. If you don't come, you don't trust me anymore." The woman smiled as she rubbed her still flat stomach.
"I'll take Khairi, take good care of him. Teach him religion well. If you can't afford it, send him to the boarding school. You know that I'm an orphan, I don't have a fixed purpose, I can't take it." The tears that were dripping grew more and more swift with a smile.
"I will wait for your arrival. I hope you'll come soon."
Video is done. Khairi can't hide her feelings. He was crying in his wife's arms. Between happy and sad. Happy because he could know how his mother's face was, sad because his father did not bring his mother back and made him not know a mother.
Which child does not feel sad, when the mother who has been said to have died, is still alive. He even has a brother. Either male or female. How much the father separated them.
"He's my mama, he's alive" Khairi said sobbing in his wife's arms.
Afrin let the husband spill all that the man felt. To him a man crying was not something to be ashamed of. That will make the feeling relieved. Khairi was not ashamed to cry in front of his wife.
Who else can hear a husband other than his wife. Both were created to complement each other. Don't let one of them just look for calm out there. It will be the beginning of the destruction of a household.
"Yes, Mas. We'll look for it together" Afrin said, rubbing her husband's back.
Khairi simply nodded, the man was already unable to speak anymore. All of this makes him happy and sad. He remembered the diary he had brought earlier and intended to read it. However, Afrin prevented it. That was enough reality that her husband had accepted today.
There is still a tomorrow that may be longer and more tiring than today. They have to prepare for everything that will happen. Either good or bad.
"Mas, for today is enough. Tomorrow we can see again. Your heart and feelings need rest too. Remember the journey is still long, we still have to find the whereabouts of your mama," said Afrin slowly.
"At least we're trying, come on, let's take a break! I haven't had a shower either."
Khairi nodded following the wife. His body was tired, but his heart was much more tired. When the husband of the room clean what the husband brought from the warehouse. He had to keep it so that the husband would not see it for now. Tomorrow the woman will surrender.
After finishing the bath, Khairi saw his wife lying on the bed. He intended to go out to look at the diary he had brought earlier.
"Mas, where are you going? It's night, come on, sleep!" bring Afrin.
"I'm gonna go get the book."
"I've saved it, better get some sleep. Tomorrow we read" said Afrin.
"No way, I need to read it now. Where's the book," pinta Khairi with his hand.
"Tomorrow, Mas. You're so tired, tomorrow there's plenty of time."
"Already, Frin. I want to read it now! Don't interfere!" snapped Khairi.
Afrin was surprised to hear that. Just this time Khairi snapped at him and called him by name. All this time never once the man called a name, always calling dear. Afrin immediately picked up the book with a trembling body. Between fear and sadness.
The woman gave Khairi the diary and everything she had brought without looking at her husband. Afrin laid her body back. However, this time he turned his back on the pia. His heart was so hurt hearing that.
While Khairi felt guilty for yelling at his wife. However, his curiosity in the book was greater because he chose to continue the intention to read it in the family room. Without bothering his sleeping wife.
Afrin shed her tears after the departure of her husband, Tears of sadness for the first time throughout their marriage.
'Am I wrong to do that? I'm just worried about you, though,. I know you're very tired. You still have to take care of Papa. The past is important to you, but that doesn't mean you have to forget everything in the present Afrin asked.
Curiosity can blind anyone. Sometimes it makes people lose their sense. It takes the assistance of someone to make his mind back healthy and all that needs a lot of patience.
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