Special Maid For Om Duda
The Code of Love Struggle

"Lydia would like to ask permission from Mas to give a personal nurse to Mimin, because she has no one else, and also she needs monitoring from the accompanying person in order to monitor her progress."

I stared at Mas husband long enough to be quiet, so I felt so wrong.

"Do what's best for Mimin, the better the treatment will be the more likely he will be cured so if you think it's best then do it" said Mas husband, that was enough to make me feel tense to hear her answer.

Although I know my husband will not be angry or object to my plan, but it feels that if I take a unilateral decision I feel uncomfortable, like something is blocking, I want whatever I do, I want to do, at least my husband knows, and it will not be a problem in the future. That's my perinsipan.

"It's a shame that you haven't made a fight for me for so long, it feels less romantic, living flat-out. Where is the reason for kangen dibaperin with you." My husband is sulking because I am less romantic lately.

Well, maybe because I'm getting busy with Iko and Mimin's problem not to mention my family and sister's problems that are enough to make me think, even though I look fine, I'm doing well, but do not deny as the oldest brother there is a sense that continues to tease, when will we gather again? When will my parents feel the warmth of their home with children and grandchildren gathered together, and there are still many questions when the silent always bothers me, especially when the day of Eid is getting closer, he said, even though I said it was okay this year we did not get together, there are still eid next year and next again, but it feels like this heart is still not sincere that this year's Eid will be the most unusual leaflet in my family.

Maybe even for the first time Lebaran Father and Mother will celebrate not in our hometown, where usually from the late Eid, Father and Mother always open an open house for residents and always rame from the first Eid sometimes until the third leafan is still crowded guests who will come, and, but it looks like the tradition will disappear this year.

I thought long enough about what kind of theme poem I would make for my husband. "Actually there is no idea, but what kind of theme poem does Mas want to make? Let Lydia try to make it even though it might not be natural because sometimes if the poem is adjusted to the situation and also the conditions that support it will feel less romantic," I said by rubbing the hair Iko who is in the lap of the husband mas.

"Poemisi about love, like first we become a couple who almost every moment is always made love poetry, it feels happy heart and world like two, others just contract it."

"Poetry about struggle? The young man's oath.." My words were immediately cut off by the husband.

"It's not like that also Mother, who is romantic dong, let later drowsiness," protested Mas husband, even though my intentions are good, so that you will be more excited in fighting.

"If you want to sleep instead of recited poetry Mas, but usually read the story was just drowsy, because our imagination in the subconscious imagines what is being read by the storyteller, the storyteller, and it makes drowsiness and sleep fast, if you read a sleepy poem later many poetry participants during the race even on sleep dong," I reply half joked, which Iko actually seems very happy to see Papah and also the Mother is very cool to bargain, such as sellers and buyers in the market.

"Let's look at your child as if he already knows what we're talking about," I said as I pointed at baby Iko whose eyes kept staring at us and his lips curved up perfectly as if he knew what we were talking about.

"Hahaha, bobo yuk jagoan already tonight even his sahur luck. Didn't Mamih say you want to make a cake for Lebaran? Why not buy just to be practical and not cape?" haggar Mas husband whose thinking is almost the same as the mother-in-law practical and not cape, and a lot of dirty furniture, certainly add work only.

"Indeed, if you buy practical, but the togetherness is less Mas, sometimes later on during the holiday it is not just a gathering and eating, but moments like this, making cakes, making cakes, and making food, ketupat and give delivery and so on are commonly called traditions that make the holiday much missed, so many, especially those who are migrating to other countries far from the family moments like this must be very much missed, so Lydia feels as long as it can still be done and does not interfere with Iko, still safe, and safe, after all, there are Bi Lilis and Mbok Jum who become a troublesome team," I bargained by showing the best smile, yes although this may indeed be very complicated for those who are not ordinary, but they are not, but believe me homemade will be much tastier.

#Eh, but the truth is usually if you have made even lazy to eat it, already giung first.

"Mas, maybe this can treat the longing of Mas against the usual fighting Lydia made. While this may be too far-fetched, it's done in a matter of minutes so please appreciate it and give it a perfect score for a piece that might not fit the atmosphere very well."

**Your Attendance is**

Your face is so soothing to your heart. Your smile always makes my day colorful. Your words always make me excited. My life is rhythmic. Black and white are no longer dominant. Replaced with your beautiful colors. Until now I have realized. You are so perfect in my eyes and heart. At least, I can look at you, hug you, and also fondle you. O my husband, it feels like the world will be a pseudo without your presence.

I immediately hugged and kissed my husband who immediately developed his best smile. Smile shyly as usual if I give you a gift of love poetry.

"This is the best poem I've ever heard, praised but I love it" replied Mas husband who I know is the perfect compliment and grade for my emergency work.

"Hehe the feeling from yesterday that Lydia makes poetry is always the best that Mas has ever heard before Mas never heard or seen anyone make poetry for Mas?" my question is just to make sure once again that I am the first and last time that I always make love poems for kang mas bojo.

"Don't make it for Mas, who just heard it, from you darling, the others are usually expressing love, just plain and ordinary praise, so for the first time to hear you always make love poems for Mas quite happy and always addicted, this is indeed possible for you a simple thing, but makes opium for Mas, who is not happy, you are indeed good at making a romantic atmosphere," praised Mas husband, actually the sentence of praise is not once I heard but, I always also baper every time Mas husband said it.

**Code of Love****Struggle**

"The clock suppresses memory. Signaling the pull of the blanket will be here soon. At the end of the white pillow are painted rose petals. There sounds a prayer script. Looking at the clockwork motion on the table. Without waiting for long comes behind the blink of an eye. The rhyme is echoed before setting two eyeballs. Every time the vibration is on the bed. Bringing a good life in silence. Then a seed appears in memory. A sigh filled with the fragrant sweat of struggle. Yuk fought, uh Lydia meant yuk bobo...

I smiled while taking Iko who turned out to have fallen asleep soundly because of hearing the mother's chatter, maybe sick of also hearing her mother's singing voice very katro.

From the tail of my eyes I saw Mas husband keep smiling and looking at me without blinking.

#Mbak Lydia is not canned if you give the code to your husband.

Congratulations on running sahur.

Seriate.....