Only I Love
Chapter 15

"Humaira's? Humaira?" The man walked through the house, but all was silent no sound.

He knocked on the door of the wife's room, but no answer made his hand by simply pulling the knob. Apparently, the room was empty as well.

"That means, that person was indeed you, so you've heard everything?" muttered.

The man with a flat stature moved his legs slowly. His head twisted to see how neat this room was, completely different from the room he used.

His head turned back to pay attention to each side and corner of this room, the room that they should both occupy, and the size was indeed wider than the other rooms.

"Every night, I hear him teaching. But where is the Koran that he uses?" The man was interested in tinkering with the search for the holy book of Muslims. But he didn't find it at all.

"Do you think he's reading the Koran from a cell phone?" He continued to look elsewhere, this time at an important location for a woman that is on the makeup mirror where the wife preen.

There's not much stuff in there. And on the very edge, there was a book, similar to a diary. His hand just moved pulling the writing object.

Several times a small book that is thick enough is rotated and viewed. There was a curiosity in his heart about what the girl had written. But eventually it was put back.

For a moment, he saw the clock circling his hand. "Hmmfff, why hasn't he come home yet?"

"Be careful if you come home later!" mumbling again.

Syauqi finally opted out of this room and headed for her room to clean up. As time moved into the night, the wife still did not return. He had just returned from the mosque in the residential complex where they lived.

Crackucuuk

The voice from inside his stomach could no longer lie and thrashed to fill. Finally, he checked the refrigerator, looking for something he could cook. He decided to make an omelet, a simple cuisine when independent in Cairo, first.

Shortly thereafter, he had finished cooking making omelets. He deliberately made two portions, prepared for his wife. However, after the meal was over, Humaira, the wife had not returned as well.

He caught cold food on a plate prepared for his wife. There was sadness and disappointment in seeing the food untouched. Irritated, he covered the food with a hood.

"Or, he went home to Umi?"

Syauqi took the car keys and half ran towards the parked vehicle. With a little speeding he headed for the house of in-laws. Azan Isya reverberated and he immediately stopped the car, performing congregational prayers.

In his heart, he looked solemnly praying. I don't know what's on his mind, he looks pretty upset. After cupping his hands together, Syauqi got up and resumed his journey towards the house of his wife's parents.

The atmosphere of the house was already so quiet. However, it did not undo his intentions in Humaira's search. "Assalamualaik."

From inside the house, Umi sounded surprised to hear the voice of the man who came tonight. He who had just finished performing the prayer of Isaiah, slowly rose up, though still wrapped in the mucena.

Umi's neck extends trying to send who's out there.

"Assynolajet, Umi. It's Syauqi."

Hearing the name of the son-in-law, Umi heaved a sigh of relief. "Greetings, son of Syauqi." Umi turned the key to open the door of the house.

"Well, how about yourself?" Umi again extended her neck trying to look at the parked car of her daughter-in-law.

Syauqi was slightly surprised by the question the in-laws were asking. However, he immediately changed his expression of surprise by kissing the hand of the in-laws.

"Yes, Mi. I'm just on my own. It just so happened to pass by here so stop by for a minute to meet Umi."

Umi's lips are rounded. "Ooh, so. Umi thought you came with Ala. Let's go in first!"

Syauqi shook his head smilingly covering his worry. "Humaira is alone at home. I have to get back soon."

"Oh, so you're in a hurry. Wait, don't go yet! You wait a moment, huh? Umi just cooked rendang. Ala really likes rendang made by Umi. You'll bring them later, will you?"

Syauqi nodded flatly, whereas in his heart he was currently worried, afraid of being discovered if the wife did not return, after seeing him walking alone with another woman.

Umi entered and Syauqi began pacing busy with his thoughts. "Humaira, where are you going? What are you thinking?"

Some time later, Umi appeared to give a bushel containing his homemade cooking. "Well, this. If it has not been eaten, put it in the refrigerator first huh? It'll be heated."

"Good, Umi. Shokran ...." Syauqi kissed Umi's hand and left her in-laws' house.

After a long distance, the vehicle was stopped. Both of his hands rubbed his head in confusion and fury.

He took a cell phone, tried to contact his wife.

[The number you are going to is busy. Please try a few more moments! ]

"Humaira, why did you refuse my call?"