THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
One Night at the House of In-Law.

Abim pressed the handle on the room door and went inside. The first thing he wanted to go to was; the bathroom. Because, since his in-laws' house had been holding back.

Diah followed behind her eyes rolling around the room.

"Don't go to sleep before you clean your body"

Abim Diah meant that he should not be as dirty as in his own room.

"Okay..." Diah rounded her thumb and fingers to highlight a smile. She thought Abim would ask her to make love after this.

Abim ignored Diah's dream and the bathroom wanted to fulfill the call of nature.

Abim's room is very interesting, for Diah, or anyone who will sleep here must be at home. Diah rolled her eyeballs, again amazed. The room was twice the size of his room in the Rose house.

A package of luxurious and classy interior design sofas, decorate the room.

The towering glass window was covered in two-layer curtains, namely the inner white, and the outer maroon that was only half closed.

Sreeekk.

Diah opened the curtains, her wild eyes widened, her mouth gaping again, as she stared at the swimming pool highlighted by dim lights from the garden looking shiny.

Wow kereen. Abim's sister is more famous than I thought. Ah tomorrow try swimming.

Diah closed the curtains again, then walked closer to the closet, his hand rubbed the closet.

A large closet may be too oversized if only to keep both clothes.

He opened the closet, his eyes round. Only Abim's clothes filled the closet. Shirts, suits, hung still inside the loundre perfume fragrant plastic bag still feels fragrant.

T-shirts, material pants, jeans, cd put in separate shelves. Maybe the goal is to make it easier if you are looking for the desired clothes.

Diah closed the closet again, then dropped her body on a soft mattress.

His eyes still scoured the neat and clean room not a hint of dust.

Aahhh... This is a mattress, sleeping in a bed that is only fit for both hugged Mas Abim, aahh..

Chequelek

The bathroom door opened Abim out of the place and opened the closet looking for t-shirts.

"Don't go to sleep, Diah, clean your body first, didn't I just tell you." the sound of the baritone made Diah jump in shock. Diah was daydreaming unaware of Abim's presence.

"Yes, yeah..." Diah went straight to the bathroom. His eyes were round as he stared at the shiny room, not a single speck of stain on the ceramic floor, nor on the wall.

Diah immediately plucked his hands, washed his equipment feet, has not been brought here. Diah cleansed her face with Abim's soap.

Already he works all feels not abdol if not brush your teeth. Diah is confused to buy it's night again in this area there is no small stall like his home.

Wear this alone, even good to use Abim's brush.

Diah smiled and then used Abim's brush.

Once neat, Diah came out to see Abim was hugging a roll on the sofa. Diah was upset, he thought Abim wanted to sleep with him not to have snored on the sofa.

Infuriated, Diah dropped her butt in a mattress.

"Change Diah's clothes first, my bed is dirty later!" ketus Abim remains closed still hugging position bolsters.

Diah stood up quickly from the bed throwing a glance at Abim. He thought he was asleep and knew what he was doing. Diah was dumbass beside the bed.

"Quick Diah!" Abim half snapped.

"Yes! yeah...." Diah. "Bawel is so! many rules," he murmured still abim sounded.

"What?! what are you talking about?!"

Abim sat staring at Diah.

"Wear my t-shirt, take the bottom one," Abim re-spread his body.

Diah picked up the shirt Abim ordered, so pulled one shirt, the other was a mess.

"You can't work, Diah? work is not a becus! it's done again!" Abim went back to snarling.

"Hiks hiks, why the hell... Mas Abim is now very fierce, I am your wife, but why do you keep yelling!" this time Diah was really crying, wearing a big shirt and wearing shorts.

"That's it.., don't drama! keep sleeping, wake up at dawn tomorrow, pray, keep helping Auntie!" abim then covered his whole body with a blanket.

Actually Abim did not have the heart to see Diah crying, but once in a while he had to be firm.

They also sleep. The next day, hearing the morning Adhan, Abim got up and sat down to stretch his muscles. Although sleeping on the sofa because the sofa is wide and soft there is no problem for Abim's body.

Abim stood up to the bathroom to stop beside the bed, looking at the slumbering Diah. If Abim is sleeping so pity he should not say harshly to his own wife. But what would be wrong if he taught her? Abim took a deep breath. Then continue to the bathroom.

Kriingg.. kriiying.." finished from the bathroom Abim turned on the alarm clock, then put it next to Diah's ear.

Abim looked at Diah from the side of the closet while wearing cocoa, not forgetting the skull. He waited a few minutes for Diah to wake up before leaving for the mosque. It turns out that the weker wasn't able to wake Diah up.

"Diah, wake up, Diah.." Abim's voice rose.

"What the heck is Mas.. still sleepy ahh.. heeem" Diah scratched his head quickly down after sitting down.

"Quickly pray there, continue to clean the room." said Abim.

"Yes, yeah..." Diah pouted her eyes still covered with crying last night.

"I went to the mosque first, coming home from the mosque the room must be neat" Abim asserted.

"Yeah... ah! repeated only!" Diah ngomel's.

Abim went to the mosque not listening to Diah who was still nagging.

"When did you come?" asked Papa when he passed Abim on the lower floor both want to go to the mosque.

"Last night Pa" Abim greeted Papa.

It turns out that Papa did not know Abim's arrival. Papa knows Abim wants to stay with him but I think it's noon.

"Your wife's name?" ask Papa then, then open the door. Papa and the boy wanted to go together.

"Yes Pa" Abim walked ahead of Papa and opened the fence.

"What, your wife's attitude?" asked Papa when Abim had closed the fence back, walking next to him.

"Well sir," there was no other word for Abim regarding his wife other than lying.

"Thank God Bim, forgive Papa yes, for being too hard on you." he said, patting his eldest son's shoulder.

"Papa has misjudged your wife" said Papa turned Abim their eyes met each other.

Papa knew from his son's eyes that Abim was lying. "Everything Papa does is for you Bim, Papa wants you not to waste this short life" Papa looked down and focused on the streets.

"Abim understands Pa" Abim recalls hearing Papa's advice. Without Papa knowing Abim's tears were dripping. If he had heard his advice, his life would not have been this complicated.

But there is no use anymore Abim regret, all the inconvenience of his own life he created, and must accept with airy chest.

*****

Assalamualaikum..." Abim entered the room after returning from the mosque Diah still curled up.

"Sheya..."

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