Patience of the Second Wife
Alan was jealous

Sleeping on the floor with a thin carpet pad made Alan's back hurt, what was again a full night of Dinda's head propped up above his arm it made Alan's hand cramped, Alan's, but all that is not a problem compared to the comfort when he slept with his woman.

The new atmosphere in the new house also makes Alan have to adapt again to the occupants of the house, the man immediately to the bathroom after finding Dinda was not beside him, he grabbed a neatly folded towel with a change of clothes on it. With his eyes still a little heavy Alan came out of his room towards the bathroom, but this time his steps stopped when he saw his wife who was busy at the dining table alone. With an ignorant smile Alan walked up to Dinda and hugged her from behind.

''Sister.'' patted her husband's burly arm.

''Who did not wake me up,'' propped his chin on Dinda's shoulder.

''You sleep like a keboya sir Usman.'' he said origin, considering the buffalo the neighbor who always snore while sleeping.

Not accepting the words of his wife, Alan increasingly tightened his embrace.

''Kok deserted, others where?'' cuddly.

''Father nganterin shopping mother, Bang Faisal nganterin Salma buy sewing equipment, sister shower dong, after breakfast,'' his door pushed Alan's body towards the bathroom in the back.

''Kiss first,'' still kekeh do not want to enter and continue to pull Dinda's body.

Cup, a kiss landed, to make Alan go straight in.

Dinda returned to prepare her meal for Alan before helping out with her work at the sewing.

''Sister,'' cried Dinda while in front of the bathroom door.

There was no reply but the door opened a little, with the hair still filled with foam Alan gushed his head.

''What, want to take a shower?'' goda.

Dinda shook her head, The food is ready, I'm going to the stitch Mom, I'm going to eat, then help me!"

Alan nodded and closed the door again after Dinda's back disappeared.

Messy, a lot of imperfect stitches, anything else since he came to town, Mrs Tatik always I'm afraid to take orders for clothes, but, fortunately the last few months Salma lived in his house and it lightened up Bu Tatik's work.

"Mother's love, old is still busy with work." he muttered tidying up the unused cloth again. After all neat, Dinda switched to taking a pile of clothes that only just put the buttons, a job that was very easy and quickly completed for him.

With painstakingly Dinda put the buttons in place, not forgetting to align with the color of the fabric and the right fit for the model of his clothes. As before, Dinda did not need to ask the mother because she knew enough about what to choose.

"What can I help you with?" A man in clothes who had already but walked over and sat down beside him.

Dinda nodded and thrust a needle, thread and a box of buttons in front of him, not forgetting the clothes that must be in his mind.

''Help me put this one up,'' practice how to put the right buttons.

"Easy.'' replied Alan casually, do not forget to ask for a kiss before carrying out the orders of the princess.

It was said to be easy, but entering the thread alone can not. ridiculed Dinda in the heart.

Dinda could only smile a little and look at the face of the husband who looked confused.

"Here I teach!" grabbed Alan's hand and helped him to thread.

"It's here" put the crystal buttons in place and started sewing them.

"Repeated neat and strong, so as not to release quickly, not to arise to the back of the brother, will be ugly," he said again when Alan stuck his sewing needle.

My chatter, my gosh, like my mom alone, Alan's mind.

"Look," shows the results of his work, although not perfect but Alan can already be as ordered by Dinda.

"Lumayan," a little praise though not as neat as his, but good for Alan who is the beginning.

"Spirited dong, don't frown at it," teased Dinda as Alan looked so focused on the object in his hand and did not turn his head in her direction.

"Aren't you willing to help her?" cetus Dinda's.

"Ikhlas dong, but you also have to be sincere when serving your husband." said Alan did not want to lose.

Dinda chose silence rather than Alan's words to spread where, embarrassed if heard people.

"Excuse me," there came a voice at the door to break the jokes of the two of them, with a swift Dinda went to see the guest because his mother had not returned.

"Mas Sulton." Dinda cried, to the guest.

"Dinda, you're home, how are you?" she held out her hand towards Dinda.

"Yes, I'm good mas, please come in!" let Sulton be one of his customers for a long time.

Sulton sat in the living room, while Dinda made coffee in the back.

Alan who from earlier put the button now turns to look at the guest who looks like a smile of his own smile like a sambet.

Who the hell is he, looks very familiar with Dinda, what is he ex-boyfriend Dinda in the village, this can not be in the morning, before Dinda fell in love again with the guy.

Just want to move, Dinda came to bring a cup of black coffee to be served the guest. "Please drink first, mas!" he said it kindly.

The man named Sulton nodded and was accompanied by a smile.

"Oh.. yeah, forgot the name, what did Sulton come here to do, find me?" ask Dinda.

The man nodded again making Alan more giddy as he looked at his sweet-smoking face in front of his wife.

"You sew this." thrust a bag of scrapes of cloth that will become the material of his clothes.

"But I think I'm still a long time ago," looking at the clock, because the mother is only an hour out, and usually takes two hours more time to go to the market because the mother directly shopping a lot.

"Yes, you usually measure, because I also want to work."

"Okay, if that's it."

Dinda went to Alan who was in the sewing room to pick up books, pencils and meters. This time Alan immediately pulled Dinda's body down into his lap, and it could still be seen by Sulton in the living room.

"Sister, it's not good to have guests" whispered Dinda glanced at Sulton who was watching her from afar.

Instead of letting go, Alan kissed Dinda's cheek, asserting that the woman was his.

"Don't be coquettish in front of other men, I don't like it" she said.

My feelings are normal, why he said that, yes, just talk, brother Alan is jealous.

"Yes, I'm not coquettish, now let go, pity the guest."

Slowly Alan let go of his hand, but still the man twisted behind Dinda who returned to meet Sulton.

"Here, mas!" ask Sulton to stand in front of him, while Alan did not want to stay away from Dinda.

''Eitts..wait a minute, what the hell is this?" pulling Dinda's wrist as his wife touched Sulton's shoulder from behind.

"Here, let me measure, it's good, the mas know no, now she's my wife.''' turn her head towards Dinda and take over the meter, and, while Dinda who switched to holding books and pencils to record the size of Sulton's body.

Just be careful if it gets wrong I'll have him take responsibility.

"Sure you're married, Din?" sulton asked with a disappointed look.

Dinda nodded and smiled, no longer wanting others to misunderstand her affection with Alan.