THE OWNER OF MY HUSBAND'S HEART
This Smells Women's Perfume

"Where's his job out of town, Mas?" nara asked as she laid her body sideways facing Fatih who was still busy with her phone on their bed.

"Everything is fine, Ra. But there are still some reports to be researched and followed up again" Fatih replied without taking her eyes off her phone.

"Are you really going to work again tomorrow?" ask Nara again.

"Yes, finish that one, Ra. Why?" Fatih looked at his wife who had been looking at his face.

"No. Bener said Bagas, tumben saturday week you are still working, so far arguably never work on weekends or on holidays. Your boss's company is safe, isn't it, Mas?"

"Aman. There's just a report discrepancy at the branch office with the head office." Said Fatih again while staring at his phone back when felt the vibration of incoming messages. He was serving Neva who whined to say long and can't wait to meet again. Fatih smiled inwardly, the woman was still the same as she used to be, spoiled and.

"Mas.." call Nara.

Fatih just bertehem memahuti his wife's call, he was still complacent with a barrage of sweet messages sent by the ex. Nara again felt pain in her heart, Fatih's indifferent attitude made her suspicions even more.

"Mas!" called him again in a high tone.

"What the hell is Ra?" fatih replied while looking at his wife.

" What are you, Mom. Your attitude is getting suspicious, you're ignoring me, Mom. I talked to you, but you half-heartedly served me. I've been trying desperately to stabilize my emotions, to deny my suspicions, but your attitude is becoming more and more." Nara half shouted. He got up and leaned his head on the bed while throwing his face away, trying to hold back the tears that would break as if endless.

" I'm still not comfortable with what happened at the minimarket a few days ago, you're not trying to convince me, comfort and try to evict my discomfort, but rather ignore me. Why are you Mas?" she continued, staring at the black net that belonged to her husband.

"I'm normal, Ra. You're the one who got carried away with that excessive suspicion of yours. No need to reveal any more problems yesterday, do not go overboard deh Ra." said Fatih emotion.

"I'm exaggerating?you said I was overreacting? You miss Mas, your attitude that changed since the meeting with your most beautiful ex, increasingly strange and indifferent to me, relaxed and impressed no matter the coldness of our relationship, he said, what wife do you think is unsuspecting? That's from earlier I saw the same focus of the phone, not typing from it either reply to messages with important people where to the extent that I am beside you, not typing,who tried to melt the freezing of our relationship these few days, you responded indifferently." Nara said in a fire while standing next to the bed.

"Here, I'd like to see who you chatted with earlier, there's no way an office person, because it's a weekend, a break anyway. Here, pass your phone to me, I want to see." he said again while trying to seize the cellphone in Fatih's hands.

"What the hell are you, Ra. It's my privacy, you can't cross the boundaries of my privacy even if you're my wife. Ah, dizzy I see you, nothing is always suspicious, I'm tired of work, just came home from out of town, instead of being sneaked, even made emotional." Fatih said getting more and more emotional as she got up walking out of the room slamming the door hard.

Nara was stunned, squeezing the clothes on her chest with tears falling back. Since when there is privacy between them, since when there is a limit in their household relations. He sat on the edge of the bed crying.

The dawn prayer heard from the cell phone on the nightstand woke Nara up. He looked around the room, not seeing Fatih in the room. Last night, tired of crying, he fell asleep and was awake. It turned out that Fatih did not return to the room after their quarrel, either sleeping where her husband was. Usually as good as they fought, though Fatih left him in the room crying by himself, but the man always came back again and slept in their bed hugging him, although sometimes they had not made up. But not last night, her husband came out of the room and did not come to her again.

Tears flowed back in his eyes swollen from crying last night, but he rushed with the back of his hand and rose to the bathroom for ablution.

After the prayer, like her daily activities, Nara stepped down the stairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As she passed by the living room, her husband fell asleep on the long sofa in the room. Nara stepped over and stared fixedly at the peaceful face of her husband who was sleeping fast. For a moment glimpsed the phone of the husband who was on the table beside the sofa. He hesitantly reached for the phone, but before he could take it, there were footsteps coming down the stairs, as if his children were awake. Nara paused her intention and turned around to step towards the kitchen.

"Any prayer?" ask her firstborn child when they cross paths at the end of the stairs.

" Once, Bun. Adek also already, but adek baring again, he said still sleepy." replied Bagas.

"Ohh.. Yeah, it's okay. Later if we already want to get ready to go for the marathon, newly built again adeknya. Mother make fried rice for a while for breakfast later ya." said Nara while continuing her steps to the kitchen.

" Yes, Bun. Uh, how did you sleep on Bun's couch?" tanya Bagas looked at her Mother when she accidentally saw Fatih sleeping on the sofa.

" Ohh.. Dad last night called his office friend, long time, until he fell asleep on the sofa deh ,hehe." replied Nara origin. "Abang help mommy take dirty clothes in mom's room dong, bring it here yes, let mom enter the washing machine, all the dirty clothes in your room ya." nara's orders distract Fatih. He knew, this firstborn child would not take for granted the reason he gave earlier, surely there would be another question if he did not immediately divert his attention.

Bagas nodded and went back up the stairs doing as the bunda ordered.

Nara let out a long sigh, then resumed her activities of frying rice.

"This is Bun's dirty clothes" Bagas said as he carried a basket of dirty clothes and placed it next to the washing machine in the corner of the kitchen.

"Yes, it's just there Bang, and soon mother entered in the washing machine." replied Nara while arranging a bowl of soy sauce fried rice and a plate of omelet on the dining table.

"Abang wakein adek, get ready, we marathon after the mother enters her dirty clothes into the washing machine." he said again as he stepped closer to the dirty laundry basket his son had brought earlier to be filled into his washing machine.

"OK Bun," Bagas replied and ran back to the room.

Nara put one by one the dirty clothes into the washing machine while checking the pockets of clothes and pants. She frowned when she saw the t-shirt her husband was wearing out of town last night now in his hand, smelling it with her forehead furrowed deeply.

'This is not the smell of Fatih's perfume. Nor could it be the smell of the perfume of the boss or his co-workers at the branch office, it was the smell of a woman's perfume.' he muttered with a slightly pale face while squeezing rough Fatih's dirty clothes in his hand.