Om Pamungkas
rangin

At last he walked up the stairs, but his steps were stopped by hendra.

" Ratih has moved under om" said Hendra down the stairs, pointing to the one-door room door.

" you haven't slept?" ask the end, because it's quite late.

" no, I wonder why you didn't come back here,"

" i came back, but I was talking to my friend first." replied Pamungkas stepped back and turned around, he walked towards the living room sofa.

" Have you eaten?" hendra asked following in her footsteps, until the two of them sat on the sofa.

" Already, fried rice." replied Pamungkas while rubbing his face, he looked tired.

" go to bed, accompany your wife.. His face kept on fidgeting for some reason.."

Finally nodded,

" Yes already, I first." said Pamungkas got up and walked to the room that was appointed hendra earlier.

Turn the door handle, finally,

Turns out the door wasn't in the lock,

There he found his beautiful wife.

He opened his sweater and sat next to the bed.

The bed is suitable for both, but not too large, the size of the room is not as big as the room above.

Yes already.. The important thing is that his wife doesn't go up and down the stairs.

Finally raise his legs, and lie down right next to Ratih.

Finally could not immediately fall asleep, for some reason, his hand even stretched out toward the stomach of Ratih, caressing him with the heart of the heart.

It felt like for a long time the woman beside him was not spoiled for him.

Finally sighed, was thrown away the thoughts of his bad thoughts, and tried to sleep soundly beside Ratih.

the next day Ratih woke up with her husband who knew he was still lying next to her.

" i thought she wouldn't come back here." said Ratih inwardly, looking at her husband's deep, firm nose lines and bushy eyebrows were so clear.

Not as handsome as Arga, but definitely more masculine, and sweet.

Ratih just admitted that her husband is not ugly and attractive enough, let alone other women, from which a sense of unease reappeared, from a gentle gaze, turning into an annoyed look.

Ratih got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, after Ratih finished bathing, her husband did not get up either.

Because it was Saturday, Ratih felt no need to wake her husband, so he just walked out of the room.

" Your husband doesn't eat breakfast?" ask Ana,

" haven't woken up yet" replied Ratih to help her mother prepare food.

" It looks like he's coming in the middle of the night.. Good thing the spare key is still in place.."

Train was silent hearing that.

" You're why, your husband came here and you told him to go home, he wants to be here with you..

Don't fuss, Rat, she's a bitch panting here and there confused." said Ana advises her daughter.

" It's precisely because of her father that I told her not to come here ma, who knows because I schedule so interrupted schedule," replied Ratih,

" you're why nduk.. Before he became your husband he was your om, before having responsibilities as a husband.. He has a responsibility as an om..

Don't think weird about your husband, he's worried about you.. Don't confuse him with your attitude.."

Train quiet, not answering.

but her heart did not accept, if only her mother knew what her husband had done and now, of course her mother would not say this.

But it is impossible to be honest, because the last time he had protested about sekar, his mother even scolded him, as if Ratih was going to be jealous blindly, he said,

There was no evidence he could give, though,

Talking would be an empty accusation.

Now all he can do is keep the good content, the good content,

With the ultimate or not later, he will take good care of his son, because the presence of this child is the thing he dreamed for many years.

Silence quiet Ratih sighed,

He wished everything was okay, hoping that no problems would be the same as those of his first marriage,

Faithful or not, she really doesn't know..

And for a few days he was ready to be ready if one day get a bad reality.

" hey.. Already eaten.. That was your ordered vegetable yesterday, eating a lot of it and drinking your milk.." her mother broke Ratih's mind.

Finally awake when Ratih entered the room, his face still looks sleepy.

" I'm sorry, I was late last night." said Pamungkas still sitting on the bed.

" yes" answered Ratih short,

But getting such a short answer makes you uncomfortable.

" I bought fried rice at the samsul place, but I'm willing to talk" explained Pamungkas,

" I've said yes, so it's okay not to explain anything" replied Ratih indifferently while combing his hair.

He was silent, looking at his wife who was wearing an eyebrow pencil and lipstick.

" Where are you going?" asked the surprised, Ratih never dress up in the house.

" Want to walk find a snack,"

" what snack? Which way?"

" yes snacks, way ahead, to the mini market." Train turned around and walked towards the door.

" I'll just, what do you want to say?" Finally got up, he forgot that he just woke up and had not washed his face.

" I want to walk, find the wind."

" danger, a lot of cars and trucks,"

Ratih shook his head,

" I'll be careful" replied Ratih opening the door.

He quickly went to the bathroom, washed his face, then immediately came out following his wife's steps.

Finally followed the steps of Ratih on the side of the road, seeing long hair that moved to and fro.

Around the street, the eyes of the young men who hung out occasionally looked at his wife, who,

After arriving at the mini marketpun some men who might be the same age to look at his wife who wears after a knee-length skirt in salem.

The whole beatle beside Ratih, not happy his wife in the eyes of others.

But Ratih did not pay attention to her husband, he just kept walking while choosing a snack.

Arriving at the house of Pamungkas sitting on the terrace, he smoked a cigarette with a glass of coffee made by mak karso.

" From a distance, a motorbike stopped in front of the gate.

" Lho? Hendra's not home like him?!" Finally rise up to welcome Sekar.

" It's been to the workshop kok bang, it's.. Want to deliver something for mbak Ratih.. Coincidentally, there was a rangin cake seller through the front of the workshop, said mas Hendra was a favorite mbak Ratih.." said Sekar brought the package, and the package,

" yes, start small he likes, wow.. It is rarely sold.. My wife must be happy with this.. Login in..!" said Pamungkas smiled, he did not think about anything, all in his mind was the favorite cake Ratih had been difficult to find the seller.

Ratih was sitting in front of the TV with his father and mother, chewing on a snack he had bought from a mini market.

" Which..?! Is this looking for you?!" Finally, walk closer to the TV room, and now follow the final steps.

" Lhoo Sekar tho?!" The sound of Ana's greeting made Ratih suddenly turn her head.

She saw Sekar walking behind her husband, the faces of both of them looking so happy in the eyes of Ratih.

" Yes, would like to give Hendra's mas to Ratih's mother.." Sekar approached and handed the package in his hand to Ana,

" What is nduk?" ask Ana gently,

" Said mas Hendra Rangin's cake.The grated coconut is baked.."

" Owala.. Yes yes," Ana stroked Sekar's arm and smiled, saying,

" this is Rat.. Your pleasure lhoo..?" Ana gave the package to Ratih,

Ratih inevitably accepts it, but the usually savory aroma of the cake somehow becomes different and disturbs Ratih,

" Cat..." Train nausea instantly, when yesterday he never felt nausea, but yesterday,

" Huekkk.." he was nauseous again,

Ratih immediately put the cake and hurriedly walked to the bathroom near the kitchen.