The Unperfect Marriage
Gathering Troops

Olivia and Dony often chat about Aldo and Luna. Sometimes they smile to themselves, imagining the two men of vastly different character as one in a marriage bond. Aldo is often silent and rarely smiles, while Luna with laughter and her own madness. But, there are the same of them. Not so much to talk about, if it's not necessary.

Yes, perhaps the ever-present shadows are a form of hope from both parents who love their daughters. There is a belief in oneself, if Aldo is able to give happiness to Luna and her children. After all, neither Aulia nor the twins had been so fond of Aldo. Not infrequently Aulia asked, if one heart only Aldo did not come.

There was also a hot sick child when Aldo had to do work until he did not go home for several days. The heat that never subsided despite taking medicine from the doctor, but immediately healed when Aldo returned. From there, Olivia and Dony concluded that the pain suffered by Dinda, is because he missed Aldo. The little girl who always acts spoiled to him, even though she has to fight with her sister to be carried by a man familiarly called Daddy.

Not only Aldo, the twins were accustomed to calling Daddy to Bobby as well as Tyo. But they were closer to Aldo, like there was an inner bond between them. When Dinda was sick, Aldo also admitted that he was agitated without cause, wanted to go home quickly but there was still a lot of work. The days always dreamed of Dinda, whose voice sometimes ringed in the ears. 

From that day on, Aldo chose to say goodbye to Dinda if he could not come. Make video calls, sometimes regular calls. As much as possible, time was given to Dinda and Rendi, as well as Aulia. Invite them to play at the mall, with Luna and Bobby participating. Aldo never went with Luna alone, he did not want others to think.

Yes, a widow is always an easy target for anyone who deliberately looks for loopholes to talk about and even insult. Without them knowing, the widow is also a human who does not deserve to be gossiped at will. Widows are also women, just like people who talk about and think their status is so bad. I don't know, it's easy to talk, without thinking first if they're in his position.

It is easy to judge and judge without knowing the facts. It is easy to say, regardless of the feelings of others. As if requiring others to be mentally strong as well as heart strong, because they are also strong to gossip. No one wants to live a widow's life, it's not a dream. But God outlined it that way, then how can it be resisted. 

It would be very good, if not to use the word 'right" in the dictionary of life. Right to judge, right to judge, right to gossip, right to demean, and right to others.

Saying is the right of everyone, but remember that God also gives feelings and thoughts to every community. So is it never used, the practice feels so entitled to say anything to people who have never even financed their lives? people who never even know what they really feel.

Sometimes it is difficult to fight against such people, left to become more and more. But Luna, chose to smile and let people think so wildly. At the very least, they have cared in their own way. They took the time to think about it, but Luna never thought about them even for a second.

That was Luna, with her own thoughts. Just eat don't ask people, then let it go. Living with God, heaven and hell is not about what people say. For what is taken for dizziness, God never sleeps.

***

His promise was to an hour away, but Luna stone back after two hours later. Aldo was still sitting on the porch of the house holding a laptop that he took while delivering Olivia inside and asked him to rest. Aldo looked towards Luna, no longer with the pick up car he had returned. Luna walked alone, smiling at Aldo without stopping her steps.

"It's still bright too, it's been dating a laptop!" exclaimed Luna, as soon as she reached the terrace.

"What a hell, Lun?! shower there!" aldo said, turning his head. Luna pulled her shirt to smell her own, nothing to rub her nose at all.

"Oh, Aldo's nose is close to his mouth!" chirps Luna, stared lazily by the man now put the laptop on the table.

"Wash your hands there!" said Aldo.

"Your mom's inside, she hasn't woken up yet." Aldo answered without turning his face away from the laptop screen he was staring back at.

"A lot of sleep, tumben. Usually, you wake up, too" said Luna walking back to the terrace to pick up the tissue and dry her hands.

Sitting on a chair lined with a round terrace table, Luna dried her hands with the tissue on the table. Looking at Aldo for a moment, it looked serious once the long-haired man observed every piece of writing. "Well, send us all an email?" ask Luna.

"Udah, you haven't. Your bonus is gone" Aldo casually replied.

"Eh, good! I sent it last night" said Luna quickly.

"Try a check," he added.

Aldo was silent, engrossed in observing the writing on his laptop. Luna is still insistent if an email has been sent, so that the bonus he will buy a bag and Aulia shoes are not lost just like that. "Sir, check first. I sent you, "pinta Luna said.

"Udah!" brief Aldo firm.

"That's in the living room there's a grocery bag, you'll love Aulia!" he added in the same firm tone.

"What?" ask Luna.

"Bag the same shoes for him," relaxed Aldo.

"Well, why buy it?!" luna protest.

"You bought it, your bonus I bought the same bag of shoes. So you don't transfer me" Aldo explained.

Luna squinted both eyes, she suspected Aldo for always knowing anything. "Sister Aldo can read people's minds?" asked Luna carefully.

"No, I was told Bobby last night. Said you wanted to buy Aulia a bag of shoes," replied Aldo, open Luna at once at his foolish thought.