The Regrets of the Child and Husband
PASS 3

The twilight had changed the night, but Amar had not yet revealed the trunk of his nose at home. Meanwhile, Aliyah had been waiting for Amar's return since this afternoon. But the man who was waiting for his return, did not appear until the sky had soared.

"Where is Amar? How come this hour hasn't come home yet?" muttered Aliyah worriedly.

Aliyah had tried to contact Amar, but the man never picked up his call. Which wife is not worried, when the husband who usually has come home from work since the afternoon, even until the adhan isya reverberate, has not also revealed the trunk of his nose.

"Mom, ana's father?" asked Gaffi who was surprised because his father had not yet returned.

"Em, it might be stuck, honey. So it's not there yet" replied Aliyah.

Gaffi nodded his head must not understand the meaning of the mother.

"Mom, syusyu. Ma'am, shusyu," call Amri while tugging at the end of Aliyah's negligee.

"Amri want some milk? For a moment, I made it" said Aliyah while rubbing the top of Amri's head.

"Mom, dong!" Amri stretched out his hand for a sling. Aliyah then reached out her hand to welcome the youngest and held her.

"Mom, Affi is also milk," said Gaffi.

Aliyah took a deep breath, "Abang Gaffi later aja ya drink milk, because the milk has not been bought by me."

Aliyah's monthly money had been thinned so she was at a loss to arrange it. Between buying Gaffi milk or for kitchen needs.

Gaffi poked his lips. Then that innocent face had been watered by tears. Really Aliyah could not bear to see it, but how else. If he buys Gaffi milk, then in the next few days he can be sure he can not buy side dishes for them.

"I'm sorry, honey. Later if you already have money, you must buy Abang Gaffi milk again," said Aliyah trying to calm Gaffi. The five-year-old boy nodded. Aliyah could only smile. So he thought, he had to do what to get extra money.

Asking for extra money from Amar seems impossible. Though the expenditure is getting bigger, but Amar does not want to increase his spending money. Aliyah confused. Want to work, it feels impossible because what about the children?

Okay Nana's grown up, she can leave it alone. But what about Gaffi and Amri? Gaffi, who has been five years, does not want to be left if he travels, especially Amri. Aliyah was confused thinking of a way out. His head that had been sick since, became even more painful. Too much of what he thought caused him to have frequent headaches.

"Mommy, Shushu," cried Amri who had tugged at Aliyah's clothes. Aliyah jerked, just forgot that the youngest she had not made milk.

"Yes, yeah. Just sit here for a while, yeah! Let me make the milk."

"Sir," cried Amri who did not want to let go of his embrace.

Aliyah could only let out a long sigh while stepping towards the kitchen to make Amri milk.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Amar seemed to be chatting with Nafisa. Both of them are now in the car. After spending the afternoon chatting together until 7, Amar offered to drive Nafisa home.

"Mas Amar Fisa isn't it?" asked Nafisa who was sitting next to the steering chair.

"What the hell is it, Sa? How serious is it?" amar said, chuckling.

"Ck Mas Amar ih, nyebelin. Pake laughs all over," protested Nafisa who had already poked her lips.

"You can see that his face. What do you want to do anyway? Ask, no need to bother."

"Totally?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Mas, Mas Amar .. What marriage has not been?" ask Nafisa carefully.

"Why did he get married?"

"Yaaa, I don't want it if suddenly your wife hits me because of your same path. Keep yelling at me, you're embarrassed."

Again Amar chuckled, "honest .. actually Mas was married."

"Well! So ... Is it really marriage? I don't give any more money, do I?"

"Duh, dong!"

"Crazy?" amar asked confusedly.

"As I said earlier, what if I suddenly ... "

"That's not going to happen," cut Amar quickly.

"Well, how can you?"

"So that Mas's wife never went out of the house except to the vegetable shop."

"Despite that, it's still not good, Mom."

"Not good why? This afternoon I did not go home quickly. You know why?"

Nafisa shook her head quickly, "what's the reason?"

"Mas is bosen, you know not at home. My wife is usually just negligent. Where every return home, the house is sometimes messy, the children have not bathed, want to eat, the cooking is-that's all. Not to mention, he is not like you who smell good. If it doesn't smell like the kitchen, it smells like balm. So darn good. Where the face the more day I'm getting coiled. Really, make Bosen. I hope that every time I go home, the house is neat, and so are the children. She was bathing, scented, and beautiful. I think you're gini. Butwhat? What happened was not as expected. Fortunately, I had a suggestion to hang out together, so Mas can relax and continue to have fun. Moreover, there are you who are beautiful gini, make Mas's day more passionate," he said with a smile towards Nafisa.

Nafisa blushed in embarrassment at Amar's praise.

"But, I think it's natural. Called mothers. Moreover, 3 children so Mas Mas's wife may be hassles take care of everything themselves, so it does not have time to take care of themselves."

"Oh, what a hassle. There is no work either. What is so hard about being a housewife. We don't have to brain drain all day. They are just that, bothering what. If you are a wife, work while taking care of the house reasonable hassles. Lah him .. work is not, just keep the child and home, busy already like mgeleparkan career women. You just who work all day can still look beautiful and fragrant. He should be the one who is at home all day more can dong," said Amar grumbling.

That's how most men are, they think a housewife is not busy. Just relax at home. Have a lot of free time. On the contrary, almost every time there is something done. Especially if you have a baby or toddler. Even sometimes for the stomach itself is difficult not to play. Just ate, the baby screamed. Just got in the bathroom, it's been crying. Not been able to leave, have been yelled again. It's not that easy being a mother. But Amar never understood. He considers the job of being a wife as well as a mother is easy. Not at all, Fergus. Even sleeping well is difficult.

But a mother will still do everything with sincerity. They are aware that his marwahnya as a wife and mother makes him have to accept all the consequences with a roomy heart.

Amar just arrived home at almost 9 p.m. Entering the room, Amar's face was instantly sour.

"Go home, instead of being greeted with a refreshing fragrance, even the smell of balsam," Amar murmured.

Aliyah who had fallen asleep was jolted, "Mas just came home?"

"Udah tau use nanya," ketus Amar. Aliyah let out a long breath.

"Mas wants to eat now or ... "

"no need. I'm already full. Most also you cook clear vegetables, salted fish, tempe know again right?" cut Amar while mendelik.

"Mas, it's not that I don't want to cook what you want. You can cook chicken once a week. Nothing's up now, Mom. While I give you the money to shop how many years it has been so. 2 million per month. Not for milk, children's needs, pocket money and gojek Nana fees, electric tokens, gas, and others. This is just Gaffi milk to run out, while the monthly money from Mas has really thinned, so what should I do? Mas can not only blame me dong," said Aliyah slowly, but full of emphasis.

"So you're wrong with me? You are the one who does not manage that money. If you're smart, you can even leave it to sleep. Or maybe without my knowledge, the money you use for fun? Huh yeah?" amar tuding.

"Astaghfirullah, Mas, why think to get there anyway? I never left the house except for Nana's school business. I just came out when you were ajakin. But it was a long time ago. Do you remember the last time you took me on a walk? I was walking when I was pregnant with Amri. How many months old, after that? There is no. I also thought, Mas, I'm not a woman who likes to go out without her husband's permission so Mas can't accuse me carelessly."

"If not, then where is my money? Or did you send the money to your parents in the village?"

"Originally, I never sent my parents money. I am ashamed of them myself. Although they did not ask, but as a child I was like an ungodly child. How many times Eid never came home, eh never make money too. Never mind Mas, I'm tired of debating the same you who don't want to understand a bit."

"You don't think I'm bored of what, huh? I'm tired of work, uh ngadepin your attitude that is increasingly nauseating," said Amar.

Upset with the attitude of Amar who likes to accuse him carelessly, Aliyah also immediately spread her body with a sideways position. He pulled a blanket to cover his entire body to the head. In silence, Aliyah's tears dripped. How long will her husband behave like that?

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