The Happiness of a Wives in Sia Kan
chapter 1

I tripped on the foot of the table when I ran over to my husband who was about to go to work. Dion had already shouted to me.

"Flowers,, flowers," the thunderous voice of Dion called out to me.

"oh, "my legs are throbbing from a fall.

"yes, wait." I stood up a little run over to Dion's mas. I ignored my leg that hurt from falling earlier.

"why did you take so long...?" he shouted furiously.

"sorry I was in the bathroom again." I tried to explain to Dion to understand.

"basic fucking wife, ta handy. where are my shoes." with the same tone and his swearing that I often hear.

"this is mas" I took the shoes that Dion meant and gave up.

The shoes are in the usual place. As usual mas Dion deliberately to look for my mistakes. like this is the nature of Dion's mas against me. In his eyes I was always wrong there was no right.

When I finished I kissed his hand and without any words he passed. I don't know until when like this. I can only sigh long enough to eliminate the tightness in the chest.

I closed the door and went back to doing housework as a wife.

My name is Bunga Lestari. I married Mas Dion when I was 25 years old.we have 2 years of household life. the first year of Dion's treatment was very sweet as the husband I dreamed of was. It's just that after exploring 2 years of our marriage age he began to change.whether because of what I also do not know. because I rarely make friends just at home, out just buy vegetables or home necessities only. dion always had a reason not to visit my parents' house. Maybe the change in Dion's mas is related to the presence of a child that he wants right.it's just that I have not been given confidence by the almighty to conceive. we have also checked my condition and the results are fine, hopefully one almighty moment gives a baby that we have been waiting for.

When I finished, I cleaned myself up.

"so fresh," I murmured after taking a shower.

I also went out to buy vegetables with the rest of the money I think is still enough to buy our needs.

"assalamu'alaikum mother mother." my greeting to mother mother who had gathered since.

"Waalaikumsalam Bunga, buy vegetables too ?'' ask Ida while smiling.

"yes ma'am." I answered briefly with a smile.

They gossip to each other I just choose vegetables that I will buy. because I am not interested in joining their gossip. I take corn, you know, spinach, and salted fish.

"how much is it all ?" ask me to mang Ujang.mang Ujang name vegetable seller wagon that has become a subscription mother mother here.

"all 18 thousand neng" replied mang Ujang.

I handed him 20 grand.

"this is the money !" say me again.

mang Ujang also gave up his 2 thousand change money.

"thank you mang."

"same neng" he said.

"Flower mother first." I also say goodbye to mother mother who was cool to gossip.

''ah, he neng." replied Ida with a smile.

Once at home I put all my groceries in the refrigerator to keep them fresh.

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In the afternoon, I finished cooking and sat in front of the terrace waiting for the return of Dion's mas. ta how long the roar of Dion's motorcycle was heard entering the yard.

" Assalamualaikum mas." I kissed Dion's hand and took his bag.

After putting the bag on his desk, I immediately prepare a towel and put a change of clothes on the mattress.after that passed to the kitchen to make coffee. even though Dion's treatment changed I still tried to be a devout wife, and there was tucked hope that Dion's mas changed as before.

I saw Dion's mas coming out of the room.he looked fresh.and sat at the dinner table.without any word from him I kept preparing the meal for him. after finishing the mas Dion sitting in the living room, I approached him while bringing his coffee.

"this is the coffee, mas,!"

"hemm, "he cleared his throat

"how today his work is smooth." I tried to invite him to talk despite his sense of awkwardness.

"you can't be quiet, I'm cape again." she replied with anger on her face.

coinciding with the Iandang adzan isya. I also moved from my seat.

"i went to the room first mas," said I who did not have the slightest response from the mas Dion. he was just engrossed with his device.

"not to appreciate me mas, do not ignore it like this.this is not what I want." murmured me in the heart. There is a sense of tightness in this chest.

after I finished praying I remained in the room until 11 pm when Dion did not enter the room. I went out to see him. I saw that Dion was still cool with his device. whether we reply to a message with whom.only tonight is like this.usually there is still a conversation between us even if it's just her.

"maybe it's work." thought I. I don't want to discuss the problem that will make the atmosphere worse. I choose to be quiet and positive. I went back to the room to rest. but these eyes are reluctant to be closed. already at 12 pm Dion has not yet entered the room. until the end I fell asleep.

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At exactly 05.00 I woke up. I saw that Dion was already beside me. somehow at what time he entered the room. I also moved from the mattress to clean up and pray at dawn. after that prepare a meal for Dion's mas. until 06.50 I dwell in the kitchen.

"it's over" I said slowly.

I rushed to my room to build Dion's mason.

"mas, mas, mas, wake up later." I whispered in his ear and slightly shook his body.

"Emm,," he squirms.

"mas, wake up." I said again.

"yes it's so chatty." he screamed a little and immediately sat down. His eyes stare at me. There's a dislike for me.

"astagfirullah" said I reflect because I was surprised because Dion brushed my hand before sitting down. My chest feels tight. although this treatment I have often dpat right. but still every time he spoke rough this chest hurt.

I also prepared a towel and his work clothes. mas Dion went to the bathroom.

"mas, spending money leftover 2 thousand.", the end I broke the silence. ventured to ask for money shopping.

without answering, he grabbed the wallet and put the 20 thousand money, I did not spend it. And took the money he put near my plate.

"thank you" I said to him, he still did not respond.

Until his departure without any word.it was always like this.

At the Ujang mang place I bought vegetables.

"tumben mang mommy doesn't exist.?" ask me who is surprised because mother mother usually already huddled here.

"he neng. mang Ujang also did not know." he added.

after buying some vegetables I went home.I don't really care about the mother's business.

" i miss my father and mother.I will allow the same mas Dion to go home''' murmured myself while watering flowers in the yard.

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The night after we ate I planned to ask permission for Dion's mas to go home because I missed the same thing to my two parents.

"hopefully there is no repellent, I want a little rest from my heartache." I murmured in my heart.I hope that when I return to this house he will change. I intentionally didn't bring it.

"sorry mas, Bunga wants to say something can. "my permission so as not to get a male diatribe from Dion's mas.

he used to play his device, and glanced at me.

"say..!"

"Bunga wants to visit father and mother.maybe, only a few days.but if you can not Bunga not force mas." I said full of hope to be licensed right.

"maybe, just one week.after her you have to go home. I can't come along. My work is still piling up." she replied.

"thank you, tomorrow I leave at 9 o'clock.

" emm," he just cleared his throat to answer my statement.

after that I went to the room. his sense of wanting to prance prancing so happy her, but it's not possible I did it.

"but the tumben immediately allowed and the time is quite long. ah, it's been. I can't wait to see my father with my mother." murmured me inwardly.

Time shows at 09:30. I saw Dion's mother enter the room.

"it's money for tomorrow." he's mucharah money 3 sheets 50 thousands.

"thank you mas. mas will follow." I hope he can pick me up.

"no promise" he passed out of the room after answering my question.

There is a sadness that struck this heart.Every mas Dion went to work I always waited for him to come home but when Dion in the house my heart was always made sick. I also set myself to sleep impatiently.

Whether it's been a few days or weeks Dion can no longer touch me. There is a longing that hit this heart. I throw away the thoughts that make me sick. anyway tonight I have to sleep quietly so that tomorrow I can go to my old man's house.

Ta how long mas Dion entered and climbed the mattress. I also pura slept. he hugged me. There is a sense of warmth spread in my body. honestly I miss touch touch mas Dion.

"Flower, are you sleeping ?" Mas Dion whispered in my ear that made me ticklish and bristled my fur.

"emm," I pura wriggling and facing Dion's mas. Tonight I purposely wore an open nightshirt. showing off some of my body a blanket just covering my waist. I feel like something's stuck in my ass.

"Flower," dion called my name.

"emm, he's mas" I saw the look in his eyes dim there was a desire in his.

Without asking, Dion immediately attacked me with a touch that I had longed for. after the struggle was finished, Dion fell asleep.

There was no kiss or word like before him, but I thought maybe Dion was tired.I got up and took my clothes and went to the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror . I saw the red marks that Dion lived in. I was so happy that Dion was still touching me. but there is still something stuck in this heart, no matter what I am confused.

" this is what I want, but why is this heart still hurting. "my mumbling in the heart. So long ago we did not do it there was a small tear in **** ***** I feel like a pain.

after I finished I came out to see Dion's mas who had fallen asleep with a body without a thread. I looked at Dion's mas there are questions that arise in my mind.

"your gold is mine but why am I so hard to reach it. I don't think you're as whole as mine." I shake my head to throw away unhealthy thoughts.

I covered Dion's body with a kiss of his forehead and I lay down next to him.

"thank you, please believe me that you are mine." I don't know what I mean by my words but that's what came out of my mouth.

",,,,bah," said Dion's mother almost inaudible to me. I scrunched my forehead.

"why mas," I hope he repeats the word he said earlier.

"hemmm, "that's the only answer I got. Maybe I heard earlier. I also slowly closed my eyes to sleep.

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Sweat drenched my body.I had nightmares.In my dream Dion and I walked hand in hand.somewhere all I saw was white. but suddenly there was a woman pulling the hand of Dion mas. I also tried to tighten my grip on the hands of Dion mas. As strong as the energy to the end of his hand Dion mas detached from my hand. mas Dion was carried by a woman who did not clearly see his face. I screamed to call him but Dion did not turn his head.I ran after him but my steps seemed slow. Until mas Dion and the woman looked far away.I limp and sat down can only cry.

"Astagfirullah. I hope this is just a dream." My breath is still hunting.I see Dion's mas still sleeping beside me. I also pulled out the blanket that covered me. I lyric wall clock is the time of morning prayer.I get out of bed to clean myself.

Mas Dion was ready with his office clothes.he headed to the dining table and sat down.no sound as usual.I guess after last night we shared Dion's sweat will change. the real thing is not. I just sighed. I think he had a lot of problems in his work so I did not overly pinched him.

"sorry mas for one week Flowers can't serve the purposes of mas." I tried to open the sound of breaking the silence.

"yes, one week. after that go home there is no offer of another day.if you will not know the consequences." said his sarcasm.

I nodded. approve his words.After he was finished he left for work.As usual I kissed Dion's hand and there are no words anymore. I was still standing on the porch of the house to see his departure until Dion was not seen again at the end of the crossroads.I also went inside the house to prepare to be ready to go to my parents' house.

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