THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
Realized Too Late.

"Sir Rony, didn't he work at the Grocery Store?" ask Melati when they are on the bike each wants to go home soon.

"Still... Why is that?" Rony asked back.

"Kok know-know Mr. Rony became a Lecturer," Melati glazed in the rear view of the motorbike fixing her veil.

"May dong.. dobel work, let the salary be great, for the sake of Old Mak, and Young Mbak" Rony chuckled while lifting his helmet cleaning inside worried there are insects.

"For Old Man's sake, Young man?" Melati confused, with the language of this lecturer, likes to be difficult to understand if you are talking casually. It is different when teaching.

"The Old Man means my Mother, if Mak is young, it's you" "Ahahaha" Rony laughed again. Melati did not reply, only shook her head.

Both starter motors, heading to their respective homes.

******

Abhimanyu PoV.

At noon when lunch is finished. I walked to the nearest ATM. As most people do swipe rupiah for daily needs.

"Hey... Bang Abim," said two girls, stop my steps.

"Haii.." I replied. The girl often said hello no matter what her name was.

"Rere Bang" he said approaching, as if he knew what I was thinking.

"I'm Lila" the other girl followed.

"Oh yes, Rere, Lila, shory yes, I'm in a hurry" I said it was true. I immediately continued on to the place where I was headed to leave them.

Until the purpose of the queue snaked I stood at the very back, it was only natural because of the young date.

I will take the money as necessary, if it is enough to eat both of us, and for other needs.

Now it's time for me to manage the money myself.

It might sound strange, to the ladies if they knew for sure I would be considered a stingy husband.

If only my wife could manage money, like most women, I would not have to work hard, after all there is a wife who is in charge of being the treasurer at home.

But my wife cannot be trusted. I have to take a stand, manage finances as carefully as possible.

There's still a lot to think about, it's time to cash out the deposit five months ahead to take BTN, and install it every month.

There's no way I'm constantly staying at my brother-in-law's house, going to be taro where do I appreciate being a man?

Not to mention the in-laws who always insinuate if I am a husband who only hitchhikes with in-laws, really hurt my heart.

These are my days after marriage, having to save money. Never thought of by me. I will eat a bagin every day, unlike before free to choose the menu, not infrequently eat in a fancy restaurant. Maybe this is called a spinning wheel.

But it just made me learn to manage money. Oh it turns out this is a husband who doubles up on the duties of his wife, and my own duties.

"Mas, it's empty, fast forward," said a fellow waiter in the back.

"Oh sorry" I seemed to daydream to the point of not realizing that I was empty in front of me.

I went ahead to directly press the button swiping the money as much as six as well. The first thing I'll do is change Melati's money first. Who has given up his salary to pay for groceries that are owned by Diah.

Second, I will pay my wife's debt to her mother-in-law. Almost every day he charges me.

Whether pretending not to know, or not to know, my in-laws, I am not a trader like him who can get money every day. But I work on salary once a month.

Remember Melati, what if I meet her later? I am so ashamed that I failed to educate my wife.

Ah' how about it later, I think. It is better to immediately return to the office is 15 minutes too late for the office break. I walked half a run, after putting money in my wallet and then I slipped it in my pants pocket.

"Loe, where's Bim from? tumben, until it's too late?" asked Refan, who was already sitting in the cubicle without looking at me. He looked seriously as his fingers quickly typed something.

"Out of the ATM, biuuuhh... queue.." I replied directly sitting down.

"It's better that you just do not keppo," I replied. We were still working until the afternoon.

Pov Author.

In the afternoon after work Abim rushed to Melati's house. He was really embarrassed, meeting her. But, this he must do. In addition to wanting to return the money, Abim at once wanted to apologize on behalf of Diah, had disturbed the order of Melati.

Arriving in front of the Rose shop, Abim was confused about where to go, there are three places that used to be Jasmine diami, at the home of Mr. Rose, in the Rose shop, or in his own home.

Abim then got off the motor rushing into the Rose shop to ask where Melati is currently.

Abim stopped his steps the figure he was looking for was still busy counting groceries at the cash register.

Abim looked at the girl he was about to be betrothed to. His lips smiled kindly to the three customers. His eyes are soft, shady when viewed make him helpless.

While the other girl put the groceries into a plastic bag.

Abim's eyes did not blink that gentle girl, as if hypnotizing. Abim's chest suddenly thumped.

"What's this about? muttered. That burly hand reflexively held onto his chest. "Am I in love? oh no.. This must not happen why did I not realize it before? Abim continued muttering asking himself.

The three customers finally left, leaving Melati and Irawati.

Abim then stepped aside pretending to look at the product. When the three men who were carrying the groceries passed near him.

"Mel, how's this? I remember the same cantile had not come, but it was four o'clock," Ira was restless because she had wanted to go home.

"No matter what Ra, you better go home, I'll take care of the store, until he comes," Melati replied lightly. "I think it's important that I pray" he continued.

"Yes Mel, I'm home" Irawati who is ready to go home. Immediately out after being nodded.

Stay Melati himself he ngaso for a moment while there are no customers. While the check-opname was done earlier.

"Assalamualaikum.." looked Abim with a smile his cash approached Melati.

"Goddessalam..." Jasmine quickly got up from her sitting.

"Whose brother is Abim with?" Melati spread the view. He thought he was coming with Diah.

"Self, just returned home from work" he replied and then stood in front of Melati who was blocked by the cashier's desk. "Tumben, you're still here Mel, aren't you in college?" asked Abim who was still wearing a jacket, looking like it wasn't coming home from work.

"Today there's no clock"

Melati then took a plastic chair, gave it to Abim.

"No need Mel, I just need a moment with you," he said.

"My same? what's up, brother?" Melati. Why did Abim use to meet him all, if Diah came to know, worried about misjudgment. And there will definitely be a civil war.

"Mel, on behalf of Diah, I apologize. I'd returned the money a week ago" Abim said, putting the money in an envelope on the cashier's desk in front of Melati.

Melati understood Abim's intentions. "No need to return my brother, I have forgotten the money" Honestly Melati.

"No Mel, please accept yes, once again, thank you, you've been patient with Diah." Lirih Abim then sat on the chair provided by Melati. Lean on the shelves to store a wide variety of chocolates.

Melati then looked at Abim, who seemed to hold a heavy weight visible from his face, every mention of Diah name several times here.

Just a month without seeing Abim. Melati made flabbergasted. Abim looks skinny, his eyes are sunken. The mustache is allowed to grow.

"Cas relax, don't think, you better go home quickly, Diah must be waiting for big brother" said Melati Long but Abim was just silent.

Both of them were silent, dissolving in each other's minds. Melati thinks surely the man in front of her already knows who the real Diah is.

Melati know, when dating first actually Abim often quarrel with Diah. Even broke up a few times. But again, and again every presented Diah's smile. Abim then fell.

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