THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
Borrow Money.

"Say Diah?! where did you come home at this time?!" Snapping Abim must either face his wife in what way. The subtle way can't, what else in the rough way.

"I-I am from the house of I-Mas' mother," replied Diah timidly.

"Why do you go to Mom's house for nights like this, Diah? if you have permission at least I can take you, "Abim is trying to be patient.

"I've been there since morning Mas," he said lying.

Abim frowned. "Don't lie to Diah! this afternoon I went to Mom's house, there was no you, anyways... Father same mother did not say anything." explained Abim last afternoon did take the time to stop by the kiosk mertunya as well as there is need with Adit.

Yes, yes, I did play at a friend's house," in the end Diah admitted.

"I'm at home, Mas... Mas a lot of rules, I have this and that, shopping is restricted, go no," Diah said in tears. Whether you cry real or not. "I'm a girl, it's not enough just to buy, tempeh, tofu and kitchen spices, much I need." Diah Protest.

Abim took a deep breath and then pulled Diah's hand and invited her to sit on the sofa chair.

"Diah, do you know what we're getting married for? (in An Nuur verse 32, Allah commands His servant to marry and not worry about sustenance because Allah will provide for it.")

"But we must always be grateful, obedient to Him, not like you, let alone be grateful to Him not."

Abim glanced at Diah next to him who was still crying. Actually not the heart.

"But not only that. Mas Abim ignored me, I am your wife Mas. I need a touch, I need a caress, but what's Mas doing?!" Diah felt Abim was not Fair, as a wife she was not given an inner living.

"Sorry Diah, in this case I admit. I was very disappointed, the purpose of marriage was to perfect half the religion. But you've corrupted that religion, because you can't keep ******* and stomach. You can't fortify yourself from Zina." Abim said at length.

"Just keep talking!" he said as he passed through Abim. Then up the stairs into the room, slamming the door hard.

Abhimanyu let Diah, not intending to pursue him. He squeezed his hair.

He knows, in the problem does not have to be solved with a quarrel like this, and whether until when, in fact he also wants to solve through affection. But to love a wife like Diah is very difficult for him.

Now Abim eats simalakama fruit, sometimes he wants to give up on this. But, how to explain to people who have opposed his marriage? it feels like stripping yourself. But if it continues, will it be strong?

Now one in his belief one day, will bring his wife to the marriage taught by the loving Prophet Muhammad SAW.

Abim then went into the room trying to sleep.

*******

The night was long for Abim, because he could not sleep. Finally came the morning.

After dawn, he gathered the scattered dishes, put them in the sink and washed them.

The sink was clean, he wiped his hands with a napkin hanging. Then take the rice cooker, spoon the rice with a wash glass and then cook. While waiting for the rice to ripen he poured a loundre.

Washing clothes while waiting for clean clothes. Abim walked to the back where the broom storage was.

Abim marathon sweeping, mopping, must work fast. Because seven o'clock must have left. He did it all the way to Kinclong. He smiled at the results of his morning work. Abim take a pot of water cooking device that is on the nail, fill and then cook intend to make coffee so that the office is not sleepy.

Crutches.

His stomach rang, he shook his own head and opened the refrigerator. Take three eggs he sliced leeks and cayenne pepper in a shuffling salt bed and then leveled it with a small fire.

Instantly flashback together with Melati when Melati playing with Intan at home.

The flashback

"What cooking, Abim?" tanya Melati suddenly nongol behind her.

"You make an egg omelet" he answered briefly.

"I'm the one who cooked the brother," Melati offered herself, then took the knife that Abim was holding.

"No, Mel, you're a guest?" prevent Abim.

"Oh my God, my brother, rich as anyone, that aunt I consider my own Mama. Means brother Abim my brother dong," said Melati while shuffling eggs.

Abim looked at me from the side.

"Not my brother?" tanya Melati turned to Abim, the two pairs of eyes met, a moment to look at each other.

"MasyaAllah.. Are you sure? not to this pedesan?" Jasmine geleng, one egg of chili lifetime up to five pieces. Abim just chuckled.

Flashback.

Hacih.. hacihh.the aroma of spicy omelet tickles Abim's nose to sneeze and then realize from daydream.

Abim turned off the stove and took the plate and laid the egg on it.

After putting it on the table and then taking a shower.

Abim stood in front of Diah's room, he raised his hand intending to knock, wanting to take him to breakfast. But he lowered his hand back.

"Ah, it's better not to make a fuss" he muttered as he walked to the dinner table.

Eating alone.

Drinking itself.

Wash your own clothes

Sleep by themselves.

He sat scooping the rice that was still steaming while humming, driving away the turmoil of the heart.

I bribed rice after reading the prayer. An omelet with warm rice he ate voraciously. After I am full to go to work.

******

At nine o'clock in the morning, Diah looked back and forth in the room, clutching his chin. He was restless, only two weeks of his spending money had run out.

He should be fine-tuned to Abim, to give extra money, not even a fuss like last night. But he was really dumb.

"How...how can I get money? his monologue Diah scratched his head. Diah opened the drawer of money only 25 thousand. "Buy nasi uduk same Mpok Mumun first ah.. so you can think" he said himself.

But before coming out Diah smelled the aroma of cooking, then opened the rice cover.

"Waah..my husband is very good, already want me masakin, I should just eat first. Uh, glad to be safe money 25 thousand me" he kamat kamit then take a plate take rice one centong, add eggs with soy sauce, then eat it to ludes.

"Ah.. I have an idea" He muttered. After her stomach was full Diah decided. 25 Thousand for the fare to Mother's house.

Diah ordered an ojek online and left for her mother's house.

*******

"You guys, come here by yourself. Yesterday your husband, now you are alone" protested Miss Reny while sifting through the vegetables. "If you come here, Sunday was two," continued Miss Reny did not know what happened with the child and daughter-in-law.

"Mom, Diah here wants there to be a need" Diah's voice softly so as not to be heard by Mr. Renggono who is serving buyers.

"What's wrong?" asked Miss Reny, looking at her son seemed to want an important talk.

"Diah wants to borrow some money, Mom" said Diah, staring at Ms. Reny.

"Huh? borrow money?" crisp Bu's voice is tight directly in the Diah code. Because you look towards him.

"Slow Ma'am, Diah will be angered by the Father" said Diah memelas.

"Why borrow money, it's impossible if Abim doesn't give you money, you must be wasteful, right?!" cecar Bu Reny's.

"Dikasih Ma'am, but Diah wants to go to the salon, want to shop for Diah's own needs, if using Mas Abim's money is embarrassed." He lied back.

"As long as I'm married, Adit's not giving money anymore" he said.

I didn't talk much and gave money to Diah. He got what he wanted, Diah went straight away.

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