TWENTY
SEASON TWO ~ Why Is There That Woman Again???

After the woman had died, Iren and Iren could not help but laugh. "Any! It was so funny," said I, who could not help but laugh.

"Maclums. His name was Seli, my friend. He is such a rich man. It's common knowledge that Seli doesn't like to see anything prettier than her. Once the papasan is directly gassed."

"Yes. I also spent time in the elevator."

"Why don't you just say that you're Alif's wife?"

"No ah. The officers here do not know me yet. It's important that I say that I can say it again."

"Hadeh! If you think that it continues, tomorrow-tomorrow fitting you come here alone again will definitely meet the rich Seli." After saying so Iren immediately drank the iced tea until the toilet and then stood up while carrying the empty glass and spoon. He struck the glass with a spoon until it rang loudly, making all eyes fixed on our table.

"Hello everything! Ekhm!" He pretended to cough. "Do you know who came to see us this afternoon?" I who felt that Iren's actions were excessive immediately tugged at the tip of his shirt so that he stopped the action. But the truth is I was ignored.

"Include everyone! Nala Ayu Kinanti's. Wife of Mr. Alif. This afternoon come to the office to know us guys!"

Suddenly, hearing the words from Iren everyone flocked to me. Just to greet me, introduce myself, or even make small talk. So many enthusiastic welcome me, making my order to be cold. So after they all returned to their seats, I ate my pock.

Not even five mouthfuls yet, a sight that was nuisance made my appetite disappear. Two lovebirds were laughing happily together as they entered the cafeteria. Yes, they are Mas Alif and the Nita. Because I could not stand it anymore, I stood up and left.

"Loh! Ooh! Where are you going Na?" asked Iren who was confused by my sudden movements.

"Go home" I answered briefly.

"How much for Alif?" ask him again.

"Make you." I immediately walked away. Deliberately in a hurry to be able to cross paths with Mas Alif at the entrance.

Sure enough, seeing my whereabouts made him fondle me and greet me with a joyous face without the slightest guilt. "Darling? You're here?"

Without heeding her greeting, I immediately left her. Arriving at the parking lot I immediately approached my motorbike. But when I was about to put on the helmet, Mas Alif's hand blocked my hand.

"Where are you going, honey?"

"Go home" I answered briefly. The same answer I gave Iren.

"Why did you suddenly go home? Aren't you here to see me?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Continue now why go home?"

"You saw that. So now it's done with the business." I also jerked the hand of Mas Alif who blocked me. Then immediately put on a helmet and start the motorbike.

But apparently Mas Alif didn't let me go so easily. He suddenly stood in front, blocking my bike. "Surge Mas!"

"No! Honey, you're angry again aren't you the same as me?"

You think? My face is rich people who look so happy?

"I'm tired of Mas. Wanna go home. I want a break." Hearing my answer it apparently made him melt. Slowly he walked over so as not to block the path of my bike.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" pamitku then left him alone in the parking lot.

Arriving home I immediately threw myself on the bed. Cry hysterically until the roll is unclear. Since I couldn't stand the tightness in my chest anymore, I buried my face in the pillow and shouted as loudly as I could.

"YAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"

Because I screamed on the pillow, so my voice muffled and did not worry about disturbing the next door neighbor.

Apparently this vague urgency takes hours. Now my room is similar to a broken ship. Tissues were splattered everywhere. Pack a littered snack. Also with the television that was on without me noticing. After glancing at the clock and the sky that showed the day was already afternoon, I also moved from the bed and cleaned everything up.

My principle is bad but I have to be responsible. So after disfiguring the room, I also had to tidy it up again. Time should Mas Alif clean up my old snot tissues?

The huft!

Hearing that name made me more angry.

When I finished with the business, I went down to the kitchen to cook food for dinner. I deliberately cooked a little portion, because I didn't intend until the night here. So this food is only for Mas Alif. Not long after my cooking was ready, I immediately arranged it on the dining table.

Then back to the room to get my little suitcase out, and move some of my clothes into it. Because I don't intend to spend the night in this house. It still takes time to muffle my frustration with him.

Apparently when me and my suitcase had reached the living room, Mas Alif was already at the door. He's gone home apparently.

"Loh! Sweetheart! Where are you going? Don't tell me you want to go home?"

I stared flat at him. Comeon! Just a matter like this doesn't make me have to go home. Does Mas Alif think I want to ruin my own husband's image by going home to my mom and dad like this?

"You forgot, huh? Two more days is Salma's wedding with Rendi."

"Yes I know. How could I forget my best friend's marriage."

"That's all you know."

"But why are you leaving now? Shouldn't we come there together tomorrow?"

"I'm gonna go get Salma tonight." I immediately took his hand to kiss and say goodbye.

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'laikumsalam," he answered softly but I could still hear.

Ja. Salma and Rendi's marriage was a fitting alibi to avoid coming face to face with Mas Alif. I hurriedly pulled my suitcase and headed out onto the street. Waiting for the online taxi I ordered earlier.

About half an hour later I reached Salma's house. The wedding party is held at home, so surely tomorrow at home will be crowded with people who cook and decorate. But since the wedding day is still less than two days away, so now it is still not too crowded. Only a few neighbors and close relatives were seen. Decorations and all sorts of others will probably arrive tomorrow. So now the busy only in the kitchen.

"Nlade!" A shrill scream from inside the house stopped my observation. Salma ran towards me and scattered herself to me. Hugs like teletubbies are a tradition if you have met.

"Salma!!! Congratulations on getting married!"

"Yes." Yeah." The cuddling pickle is over. Salma took me inside.

In the dining room there is already Umi who is arranging cakes in the baking pan. Realizing my existence, Umi approached me. "Eh, Nala has come apparently."

"Yes Umi" I replied while kissing the back of her palm as a form of respect. I called Umi because it was a young man's own request. Because this house is a house that I often visit in addition to Rendi's house. So Umi already thinks of me as her own daughter.

"Oh yes, where is Mi?" ask Salma.

"I don't know. Maybe again out."

"Ooh." Me and Salma nodded at the same time.

"Yes already. Salma, you take Nala up to the room. Looks like he's staying here tonight." Umi's eyes were fixed on the small suitcase I was carrying.

"Who? You brought a suitcase? How can I not see?" I just sniffed my shoulders to answer Salma's question.

We both went straight upstairs. Tonight I stay in Salma's room, because the guest room must be filled with relatives far away who come. Arriving inside Salma continued to look at me with a hard-to-understand look.

"Why Sal?"

"You sure you don't want to tell me anything?"

"What story anyway? Maghrib nih. Yuk prayer!" I dodged it and went straight to the bathroom for ablution.

So it's so next. I always avoided the questions Salma asked. My alibi was either for praying isya' lah, teach it, to help mom make a cake. Even though I help eat more than make it.

And my alibi can only survive until now. When all the work is done, and it's night. When she went into the room to sleep, Salma was already sitting in her study chair. Complete with a face full of questions that welcomed my arrival.

"Why Sal?"

"What story?" kilahku.

"You guys aren't fighting, are you?"

"On what basis can you guess so?"

"Easy! You love death with Mas Alif. If your relationship is good, you may not be here tonight. Surely now you are engrossed in his playfulness and choose to come here tomorrow. You came here by yourself, right? There is no way Mas Alif here just to deliver without saying hello." Salma has now ceased to explain his conjectures. It's a talent to be a detective with one child.

"Yes, yeah. It's I want a story." Want to lie anyway, whose name is a friend must still know.

I slammed my body on the bed. Then he breathed tired. "I'm in the same vein as Mas Alif. I don't want to see her face first."

"Don't be long, Na. It is not good to silence a rich husband gini."

"Maximum how many days?"

"Three."

"Yes already. Then there are still two more days," I replied casually.

Maybe because she was upset, Salma hit my hand on her pillow. Then he also threw himself beside me. "That's not like Na either. It's better if it's fast to make peace."

"Entahlah Sal. I still need time" I said as I stared at the ceiling.

A little long silent atmosphere. I thought Salma was asleep, so I closed my eyes.

"Ma."

"Eh? Aye." Yeah." I opened my eyes again after Salma called my name. I thought he was sleeping again.

"Where do you feel when Ijab qabul?"

"It's nano-nano. There's happy, groggy, sad, scared too. Anyway all the flavors mix into one."

"Ezily mixed dong?"

"Yes. On it is given a lot of sweetened condensed milk." Then we both laughed together. It's a very bad feeling but it can make you laugh.

"Eh, but how are you afraid? Scared why?"

"Clearly! Afraid that such as Mas Alif not smoothly said ijab qabulnya."

"Yes yes. If it's wrong up to three times it can do his business."

"Well that!"

Along with that came the sound of the room door being knocked from outside. "Salmas! The nala! Sleep quickly!"

"Yes Mi!" say both of us at the same time. Just like two girls who were reprimanded for being caught joking instead of sleeping.

"It's Sal, sleep. Tomorrow I'll be busy helping."

"Yes, help me eat!" it is based on facts.

The next day I was busy helping out. It was still dawn but the kitchen was already full of people cooking. Some are part cake and snacks, some are part rice, some are part vegetable also side dishes to be sent to neighbors. As the day went on, I decided to rest in my room. While accompanying Salma who was hit by his hand. 

"Nala, that's your husband just came," Umi said after opening the room door.

"Yes Mi." I lazily walked out of the room.

But before I reached for the door knob to get out, it opened again and showed a woman.

Nita?!

She's she? Why is he here?

"Gee!" He also seemed surprised to see me standing behind the door. "Yes nala? Alif's wife, right?" ask her which I immediately embraced.

"Geez! It turns out that it is really beautiful! Pantes Alif never brought it to the office. He wants his wife locked up in the house!" the clumsiness I greeted with a bland laugh.

Why is it like this?

Why is he so friendly?

"Known, I'm Nita. Alif's cousin."

Hey?!!!

I can't say anything. Just silent sculpting.

After greeting me, he then headed to Salma. They both look so familiar. Makes me laugh in my heart. So, I misunderstood? Any more? I used to misunderstand Mas Alif Salma, now misunderstand Mas Alif and Nita. I am so stupid, right?!

Immediately I went out of the room to look for Mas Alif's whereabouts. Apparently he's in the living room. It's not just Alif. There was my mother and father-in-law there who was busy talking to my brother. I immediately greeted the three of them. And sit next to Mas Alif.

"Nala last night swished here huh?"

"Yes Ma."

"Well, last night suddenly Alif came and slept at home. Apparently there's no beloved wife in the house."

"Hehehe yes." I could only laugh blandly at my mother's statement.

"Mas" I whispered slowly.

"What?"

"I want to talk to you." Mas Alif nodded. Then say goodbye to the elders to retreat. Let's just say we're both the ingredients of temptation.

I pulled out Mas Alif's hand and looked for an empty place. I finally decided to take her to the back garden.

"What's the matter, honey?" Even after I was cold to her, but Mas Alif still called me darling? Makes me shed tears.

"Who? Why are you crying gini?" She covers my face with her hands.

"Why didn't you tell me that Nita was your cousin Mas?"

"Yes, because you've never met. How do I introduce you?" said Mas Alif still trying to stem my tears.

"Know? Because you don't know me as Nita, I'm misunderstanding you!" Immediately I buried my face in his chest and hugged him tightly.

"So you've been cold to me lately just because you misunderstood me?"

I'm nodding. "Sorry!" shirihku.

"I'm also sorry if I made you misunderstand."

"No. I'm the wrong one here. I'm the one who's sorry."

"Yes. Yes already then tomorrow-tomorrow again there is no such thing as misunderstanding. If there is something uncertain, ask. There are no secrets between us." I nodded to Mas Alif. Anxiously he pinched my nose.

"Sugar dong. My wife is more beautiful when she smiles."

Let him tell me what or tease me how. Right now I just need a hug that I haven't had in a few days.