Test Loyalty
Small Dispute

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It has been two days since Dhena lived together with Azzam. The marriage that Dhena had with Azzam as her second husband was tasteless and stiff because in the space of the woman's heart was still tucked in the name of Hariz. Although he had been repeatedly made hurt and disappointed by the man who had been with him for several years.

"Mas, if it's already so sleepy. Mas can sleep first in the room, gih," suggested Dhena who saw Azzam had evaporated several times.

"really? It's okay, here, left alone?" ask Azzam to make sure.

"Yes, Mom, I'm okay, I'm, this is, still inside. Not outside the house." Dhena smiled sweetly towards the thin-bearded man trying to convince.

The clock on the white-painted wall in the living room shows the number 11 nights. But, Dhena still busied herself in front of the laptop screen. To restore and maintain the stability of his feelings, lately Dhena deliberately drowned herself by writing. Because what he felt when he managed to pour all his complaints through the scratches of the pen will make it much lighter.

The test of life that comes after that also makes Dhena continue to try to get closer to the Supreme Stakeholder of Life. Wishing her heart to find tranquility and peace at all times. For only the Almighty is able to give happiness to every servant whom he wills.

After his eyes had started to feel sore Dhena had just risen from her seat after she had previously closed her laptop. He stepped into the room following Azzam who had entered first earlier.

Slowly Dhena's palm pushed open the door of the room, worried about disturbing the man lying on the bed. Then the woman sat on the edge of the bed staring at the figure of the man who looked closed. Dhena grabbed the bolster and placed it in the middle of the bed as a barrier between herself and the man who was now her husband.

Dhena was not imagined before now she can be in a room with a man who is so foreign in his life. Men who do not know much about the background and nature and character make the woman often feel stiff and misbehaved.

Dhena then laid her body on the bed. Trying to close his eyes that feel difficult to rest. Maybe because his mind is still wandering everywhere so that he is difficult to be able to fall asleep immediately.

***

"Hi, Bro. Yesterday you were married, huh?" dino asked Azzam's co-workers as they sat face to face in the cafeteria where they worked.

While Azzam just smiled nodding his fellow question.

In front of the table each has presented two portions of lunch rations each with one glass of warm sweet tea and a complementary menu in the form of other light snacks.

"Don't think I was. Don't think you don't want the women because all this time I know you, that, always being indifferent to them." Dino still nyerocos while occasionally sipping her warm tea.

"Eh, betewe, kok, Lo would like to, be betrothed to Kahfi with her sister who is widowed. It was a former person with a mental disorder, too," continued Dino later.

"Keep you just take it for granted?"

"Why not? Tho, he's now back to living a normal life again. And I too God willing can accept that woman as she is." Azzam tried to convince his interlocutor. Who seemed to mind hearing Azzam married his younger brother Kahfi.

"I will continue to try to find happiness by living with him," concluded Azzam while taking a piece of tissue located just in front of and then used to avoid the mouth.

Although Azzam's small heart feels that Dhena until now still looks to close the heart with its existence so far. From his attitude that seems to continue to avoid and only say enough. But Azzam is still trying to get rid of him. Because maybe their togetherness still can not make Dhena feel comfortable.

***

Hariz entered the house when the clock was already showing the number 9 at night. He saw his two sons lying asleep in front of the television without using pillows and blankets as warmers. The innocent face of the brothers looks slumbering regardless of there are some mosquitoes that are perched on the open limbs.

Hariz's greeting was no word from anyone. Because Sandra was not seen where she was. Only after Hariz opened the room door did he see his wife watching the Korean drama through her personal laptop screen with both ears gagged using a headset connected to the flat screen.

"Sandra! Why do your children let them sleep outside? The question from Hariz who was already standing behind shocked the short-haired woman. Sandra was surprised because she did not expect her husband to be in the room without her knowledge.

"So Fathan and his sister were watching their favorite cards, really, Mas," explained Sandra.

"Why don't you go back? Why are you keeping yourself in the room?" cecar Hariz's.

Sandra felt that all this time Hariz's attention was only spilled and given to her two children only. While he himself whose status as a wife never felt what it was like to get the attention of a husband figure. Sandra often felt ignored and ignored by Hariz. Never mind giving a small attention that he had hoped for, just a casual chat together was rarely able to do Sandra with her husband.

That's one of them that makes a trigger for a commotion often spice up their household lives both. What makes Sandra feel not considered a wife by Hariz because her husband lately always keep a distance with her. In fact, what she hopes as a wife, she wants to always be spoiled and cared for by her own husband.

So that sometimes the white woman often spills her frustration and anger feelings for both children, he continued unbeknownst to Sandra because it was often done when Hariz was outside the house and was busy with his family the work that is now being done.

"Why can you only pay attention to your ex-wife's children, Mas?" sandra looked hard at Hariz.

"Fathan and Reza my son too, Sandra!" singleness Hariz.

"I'm also tired, Mom, of facing your attitude that was never sweet with me. What have I been considered all this time?" Sandra began to show a beaver in front of Hariz.