The Story Behind the Curtain
Jealous

“Why lo?” asked Marlita with squeaking eyes.

“This is Erli, cave friend!” exclaim Vina lantang.

Marlita breathes a long heavy sigh, “Lantas, you don't want to help me?” Marlita turned her eyes.

Vina laughed out loud at the sulking Marlita. The girl was surprised too.

“Lita ... Lita, it's still like before. Can't you change this childish attitude?” Vina's hand hit her foster brother's back, “he was my friend from Junior High to High School. I haven't seen him for a long time, I'm a little surprised, because the boy behaved well in school."

“That was then, the fact is now that she was transformed into a witch woman!” marlita was full of anger.

Vina clenched her hands together on Marlita's face, “Gue will help you. So, don't be mad again, okay!”

Marlita nodded quickly and the girl hugged Vina joyfully, with her tight embrace Vina slightly disbelieving the statement Marlita said. Vina and Erli have been friends since they were still in Junior High and their friendship is very close, you could say they are thick friends everywhere always together.

Vina flinched from her daydream after hearing Marlita's words.

“Lo what to eat? Later I cook-in,” asked Marlita enthusiastically.

Vina smiled wryly and the girl's forehead shriveled.

“Lo why?” peekkik Marlita's.

“Better we order food only, yes. I don't want stomach pain because of the food you make,” he said with a worried face.

Marlita laughed as she grabbed her phone which was located on the television table.

***

At the Suprianto residence, everyone was relaxing enjoying the cake made by Zulaika.

“How's the kid doing?” mumble Zulaika quietly.

“If you miss, yes call Mbak! Now it's easy. Not like our time," the Goddess chimpanzee.

"You just have to bother, write a letter and go to the post office. Hmm, suck!” he lamented while putting the plate.

“Iya, right. Our time used to be less fun, but in that time we are also happy full of experience. Children today only play games, ”, said Zulaika chuckled.

The two middle-aged women continued to talk about their past full of sweet memories. When engrossed in the story, Rania entered suddenly and surprised the two of them.

“Astagfirullah ... This kid, has no manners at all!” scold the Goddess with hands that hold the chest.

“Sorry! Rania just wanted to tell you, if Mas Rafan phone.” Looks like the girl's pouting.

“Mana? Here, I want to talk to them.” Zulaika put down the knife he had been holding since then and immediately he washed his hands.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma!" greet Erli and Rafan from across the phone.

"Wa ’alaikumsalam. How are you guys doing? When do you want to go home? Miss kangen!" Zulaika flocked the child and his son-in-law.

"Masiah Allah ... Mother asked me a lot of questions. Mother-in-law was confused as to what to answer," said Rafan softly.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm worried about you guys" said Zulaika and the middle-aged woman's left hand blocked her tears.

Erli was agitated to see his in-laws crying. We're going home tomorrow. What do you want us to bring and Auntie, what do you want? ask Erli kalem.

Aunty wants a snack, but if you want to buy clothes, you can too. The goddess laughed covering her embarrassment.

"OK, later Erli same Mas Rafan go to the center of souvenirs. "Rania don't worry! Mbak has bought what Rania wants, said Rafan's wife.

"7 hank you and I love you so much!" rania exclaimed with excitement.

The phone connection was cut off, even though Zulaika had seen his son's face. She was still sad and not feeling good, it made Dewi and Rania sad too.

“Mother don't cry anymore dong. ‘Kan tomorrow noon Mas and Mbak Erli are already at home,” said Rania lirih.

“Mother is not crying. Mother's eyes are just a flickering,” refute Zulaika, “you've gone to study there! Tomorrow ‘make you a test,” Zulaika said as she pushed her daughter out of the kitchen.

"Just pray for the best so that Nia can reach the scientists will go to study, but I have to promise!” pinta the mature brown girl.

Zulaika looked at the face of her daughter.

“What ..?” zulaika asked curiously.

“Don't cry again!”

“Iya ..” Zulaika glared at Rania.

The younger sister Rafan smiled wryly after seeing the expression on her mother's face, while Dewi laughed out loud. To the extent that his voice filled that quite spacious room.

***

“Mas Rafan.”

“Try repeating once again!” soft Pinta Rafan.

“Mas Rafan ...” Erli called out to her husband in a voice that was lurking.

“Again!” goda Rafan, looks a thin smile on Rafan's face.

“Masya Allah Mas Rafan ..!” This time Erli shouted with all her might to call her husband.

“Ha-ha-ha ... I finally heard those words. Since yesterday I asked you to say that call, but you kept acting like a pilon and pretending to forget!” rafan.

Erli's eyes churned and said lazily, “Indeed forget, how else?!” the two-bodied girl.

Rafan embraces his wife and kisses Erli's chubby cheeks.

“Don't wear sexy clothes, ok! I don't want to be tempted by your beautiful body,” Rafan said.

Erli nodded slowly, the girl did not ask another question. Erli felt grateful to find her husband willing to accept her wish that he had asked for yesterday.

“Ya. Come on, we're leaving now, it'll be jammed in the afternoon!” bring Rafan.

The man was wearing a light brown shirt and was matched with a blue-colored denim. While Erli was wearing a pink long dress, it was very graceful Erli's appearance this afternoon.

Thin makeup adds to the beauty of the girl.

“I told you, don't look sexy! This you even look beautiful and attractive, Aah .. make me alone!” mooed Rafan with a limp tone of voice.

“So I have to wear what clothes, Mas ...? This can't it can't be!” gerutu Erli while slamming his bag on the sofa.

Rafan stepped back and his finger pointed at Erli from top to bottom.

“Quick change your clothes!” he said with a frown.

Erli snorted in annoyance and the girl opened her wardrobe.

“choose clothes that suit me and that Mas thinks are not sexy!” Erli said with great emphasis.

Rafan's eyebrows shot up one and he walked over, all of Erli's clothes he took out one by one. However, none of them seemed suitable until he was desperate.

“All your clothes look sexy if you wear them. Just put my shirt on!” Rafan picked up a sky-blue shirt and Erli's own Jens skirt.

“Well, this is good you use.” Rafan smiles while helping Erli put on his oversized blind Erli shirt.

“You're sure Mas, told me to wear this?!” Erli researched the clothes attached to his body.

“Hmm, I'm very sure. If you walk like no one will glance at you,” said Rafan.

The man opened the door and started the steps of the two of them, Erli who was walking behind Rafan was a little uncomfortable looking at his appearance. He occasionally glanced at the glass next to the receptionist.

“Yes Allah ... What's wrong with my husband?” gerutu Erli lirih's.

“Why?” Rafan looked back and watched his wife.

Erli shook his head and presented a faint smile.

“Come, quick!”

Along the way all eyes were on Rafan's wife. Erli was originally insecure because of his appearance. However, Erli thought wrong, his current appearance looks very fashionable and there is one of the girls who approached him.

Asking Erli to take a photo together, even the two young girls speak English. They say that Erli's face is similar to that of the rising Thai artist, Yaya Urassaya.

Rafan crossed his hands in front of his chest, clearly visible anger on the face of Erli's husband.

“You why else, Mas?” Erli held Rafan's hand.

“Nothing!” resounding.

“Nothing, but the gimik face Mas spoke another. By the way, why?” urged Erli while looking at her husband's face.

Rafan was just about to reveal to his dislike, suddenly there was a teenage boy who was still wearing a High School uniform approached Erli.

“Sorry, can we take a picture?!” ask the teenage boy politely.

Rafan's eyes glared and strongly rejected the intention of the teenager with his thin, “Can't! Just take a photo with the statue or mannequin!!” Rafan's index finger leads to two corners at the end of the central souvenir building.

Two teenagers stared at Rafan.

“What's a look?” snapped Rafan.