THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE
Apologizing

The sunlight is not so hot. The air is still pretty cold. However, it seems that the three girls on the 1st floor of the shophouse did not want to enjoy the fresh morning air and the bright sun.

They were busy sorting out the items that had just arrived yesterday afternoon. Quite a lot because of the online orders they receive quite a lot.

Despite Sunday, now the three of them spend more time in the store. The rapid development of the store makes them motivated to work harder.

The results they get are proportional to their hard work. Ratna never again asked for pocket money to her parents. Mira can also give her sisters pocket money. The salary they get is already above UMR. While for the purposes of eating more borne Via.

Salsa also gets a decent salary even under Ratna and Mira. Of course because Salsa's working hours are fewest.

"Ratna, the goods you want to send have been separated?" ask Via while printing the address of the order.

"Already, Vi. Just packing, really."

"OKAY. It's an address to paste" Via said, handing over a sheet containing the name and address of the order.

In less than 30 minutes, the goods have been neat and ready to be shipped.

"Ah, looks like there's a guest, here. Ratna, you have a stock of pads, right? I forgot not to buy," said Via.

"No, I forgot too."

"Mak Mira is there?"

"There are still 3 seeds if not wrong. Just take it in the room!" answer Mira.

Via rushed upstairs. After a few minutes, he came down with a sling bag and brown socks. While sitting down, he wears his socks.

"I'm out shopping for a minute, yeah! Somebody wants a nitip, right?" ask Via.

"Nitip a cotton swab," replied Mira.

"Ratna needs what?"

"A lot of snacks," replied Ratna with a grin.

"Hat habit!" gerutu Via's.

"Dek, why the hell wear socks all? I just want to go shopping" asked Mira.

Via smiled, then replied, "The letter of a woman is all over the body except the face and palms. There is a history that confirms this. Asma’ bint Abu Bakr once met Rasulullah Shallallahu and wasallam by wearing thin clothes. So the Messenger of Allah turned away from him and said, “ O Asma’, indeed a woman who has menstruation should not be seen from him except this and ini”. He pointed at his face and both palms. Well, it shows that the soles of the feet are also aurat for women."

Mira looked at Via in admiration.

"I have a lot to learn from you, Dek," he said sincerely.

"Ah, Ma'am Mira don't overdo it! We also have a lot to learn! Via hasn't been long, you know! There haven't been two years. If you don't believe me, ask Ratna. Go first, yeah! Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam," answered Ratna and Mira together.

Take a leisurely walk to the mini market. Not far from the road, only about 100 meters.

Just a few meters away from the shophouse, a matik motorcycle stopped in front of Via. The driver got down and thrust the helmet at Via.

"All right! There's something we need to talk about" the man ordered.

Via looks doubtful. He stood there without receiving a helmet.

"It's me, Dek. I'm Farhan, your husband," he said, opening the glass helmet.

"I know I'm blind and I can't tell my husband apart from anyone else. Even if your face is closed, I know. How far do I know him?" inner Via.

"Come on, come with me for a second! I didn't say anything about you, really," Farhan said.

"Lho, do I want to be flanked? I'm just as good as you, Mom. Yesterday you were so evil to accuse me of non-existence" said Via inwardly. He still stands.

"Come, Honey. Do I have to go out, beg you to come with me?" Farhan looked at his wife expectantly.

"I'm going shopping" she refused.

"Just for a second. I'll be shopping anterin. I'll stay by your side until you go with me. How, do I follow your steps or do I kneel begging?"

Via grunted annoyedly. A difficult choice. Finally, he pulled the helmet in Farhan's hand.

"Oh, too fierce? Here, put it on," said Farhan softly.

"No need, it can be alone."

Apparently, Via has difficulty buttoning the helmet strap. He let the rope hang.

"That's not buttoned yet. Here, I buttoned!" farhan. His hand was stretched out intending to help Via.

"No need. Shame on seeing people," refused Via annoyed.

"Helm is for safety. If it does not click, it means wearing it is not right. Don't be ashamed of your husband. The streets are empty, really. Here, I buttoned!"

Finally, the Via. Farhan buttoned the helmet strap while smiling amusedly.

"Get it!"

Via according. He went up to the back seat.

"Hold Mas' waist, dong! What if it falls?"

"Udah, just walk! I hold the stirrup, nih," said Via in a sharp tone.

Farhan. He drove the motor slowly. When the road was completely devoid of any other vehicles, he pulled the gas abruptly. Via shock. His arms tightly hugged Farhan's body. The one who was hugged smiled cunningly.

"Well, didn't I say what. Being told to hold my waist won't."

"If Mas does not pull gas suddenly, I am also not surprised," denied Via.

"Here it is, let it be safe to hold. I don't mind, though."

"Mode! Where are we going?"

"Refreshing. Ntar knows too."

Motor running at medium speed. Shortly after, they reached the beach.

Get off the motor. His eyes stared at the roll of the waves that ran to the beach. He remembered, the last time to that place five years ago with the late papa and his mother.

Unaware Via ran a little closer to the beach. He stood up to welcome the waves that came. As soon as his feet were stroked by the foam of the waves, Via smiled widely.

Farhan smiled, seeing the joy on his wife's face. He approached, standing beside Via. While the busy Via was enjoying the touch of the waves, not realizing the husband was standing next to him.

"You happy?"

Via nodded. A cheerful smile continued to adorn her lips.

"You want to take a walk down this beach?" ask Farhan.

Via nodded. Ah, apparently the frustration with Farhan he had forgotten.

After being content to play with the foam of the waves, Farhan invited Via to sit on the rocks, a little far from the beach.

"Dek, Mas sorry yesterday suuzan same Dek Via and Doni. I was wrong."

Via recalls yesterday's events. The pain of his heart came back. However, he tried to suppress that feeling. Her husband apologized.

"Why did you accuse me like that yesterday? Why don't you ask me for an explanation first?" ask Via bertubi.

"Yes, I admit the mistake."

"Mas, you know, Via's heart hurt a lot yesterday. It was not because Mas Farhan was angry. If Via is wrong, Via thank scolded Mas. Via yesterday felt like a despicable woman dating a man instead of a mahram" said Via followed by isak lirih.

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