Waiting for First Love to Return
Heartache

The sound of laughter woke me from a nap. This afternoon I slept with my mother. The truth is sleeping after many stories and joking.I see Mother still soundly asleep next to me.

I sharpened my ears. There's nothing wrong with my hearing. There was also the sound of laughter from some women. Which I measure from the direction of the living room.

"Who's there?" My monologue. And got up, grabbed the bergo hijab that was draped in the seat. Step outside to find out who's visiting.

It turns out there's Beti and three other women I don't know. Maybe friends. The three of them chatted with laughter. While eating the ciki-ciki in front of him. Even some empty plastic was strewn on the table, and some fell on the floor. Looks very happy. No burden at all. It seems that these people are among those who are free from the problems of life.

"There's a guest? Has he been here a long time?" I asked a familiar snob, and approached them. Which made the four women silent for a moment. Looking in the first direction, that is me. I was wrong to watch Gini.

Beti looked at me horror. As if protesting why I should go out to them. The women are dressed and very fashionable . Even his clothes are said to be ****. Not much different from the style of Beti.

My husband's family is indeed only Reyhan who has a history of pesantren education. While Rasya can be said to be a fashionable man and very follow the trend.

Ten brothers. Six women and four men. And Reyhan's older sister all wore a hijab despite the variations. Some are fashionable, some are closed syar'i. Even the oldest sister wore niqob . Tightly sealed. Although not graduates of pesantren, they are religious. Only Rasya who is a little slang and not too dizzy about religious affairs. My wife is not much different from her.

Back in the guest room.

Still quiet. The three friends of Beti now change to see Beti in their midst. Who her? That might mean his gaze. Need an explanation for my presence greeting them. I walked closer, sitting at the very end of the chair.

"Owh, you just saw him? "Ask his friend with a finger pointing at me disparagingly. With a shitty look.

"Known. I'm Tasya." Raising hands to get to know the person closest to me. Which I think is the most calm among the others.

Usually I am not a person who easily invites other people's acquaintances. All this time too good with the world itself. Enough with your existing friends.

But, here I am quite bored also just friends with Mother. What's wrong with being in a relationship with your sister-in-law's friends too. Try to be more friendly in-laws' house.

"Angel." Answer the sweet boy who sits closest to me. Smiled amiably and accepted my introductory post.

"This is Tasya. Adek my brother-in-law. Adek-in-law, but she's much older than I am. Even older than my husband." Obviously Beti will be my position with the style of his bow.

There's nothing wrong with that explanation. I admit it's a fact. But that tone of speech seemed to insult my age which is no longer Abg. As if to regret his brother-in-law who chose a wife as old as me.

"really? this is Reyhan's wife?" Ask the boy sitting next to Beti. He was shocked and could not believe the news he had heard. With widened eyes, it takes confidence.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Beti does not like. The guy saw me not like it either. With a look of eyes save disappointment.

"Why did Reyhan choose an older woman? Reyhan's brother is handsome lo." The other timpal.

"Pantesan aja brother Reyhan always dodged when I approached. It seems like she tastes like him." Cynical glances.

"Love doesn't look at age." I defended my husband's choice. I feel doubt for my words. In fact, until now I am not sure that I have fallen in love with the husband.

"God. Don't be so confident." The doubt that Beti among us has a sincere love. With a very irritating tone of voice. " You are married so that there is someone who nemenin Mother only. Let Reyhan not have to hire a nurse for the mother. Let's be ironic, there's a free nurse." Beti added with her haughty voice. It was as if he was very convincing of the truth of his words.

For some reason, Beti's words offended me. Although I was also curious to know why Reyhan married and chose me. You see, we're not that familiar to be the reason he chose me for Love. But if true what Beti said? It was so outrageous and painful. Just this morning Reyhan made my heart happy when he was acting spoiled in front of me.

"Isn't that right?" Ask her friend with happy eyes back. As if I got the happy news after I got the sad news. I squinted my eyes, looking at him suspiciously.

My husband has fans, right?

"Yes really. If I knew it myself, yes. Cook is beautiful after the balls, must take care of a paralyzed mother?" Beti said her hands were smooth and her hair was straight and soft.

"Don't do that. I'll be able to stamp lo's actors." Angel said to remind. " Tasya's sister is still very pretty." Praising me sincerely and smiling at me.

It turns out there are normal friends Beti ni. I smile back thank you for being defended. Although Beti's speech was still clearly ringing in the ear. More attention than the seeds of the actor in front of me.

"Heh. Whose friend are you?" Snapping Beti on Angel.

"Yes. Should have defended dong's friend."

"There will be no actor who succeeds if his wife is more attractive. If this piece is interesting?"Appointing me who was still sitting with a strong effort to stay calm.

"Yes if you want to try to be an actor, yes please! " I said keep the sound to stay santuy. Though inwardly rumbling ready to explode.

Not because of the word actor, or someone who intends to approach the husband. It is not that my heart is angry and disappointed. But my heart aches for the reason Reyhan married me Beti said.

I chose to leave Beti's friends who mengedumel. Ah, stupid is so. It is better to shop for kitchen needs that are starting to thin. Do not forget to say goodbye to Mother before leaving. And offer what to buy.

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This afternoon I went home after a round of cooking spices hunting, as well as side dishes and vegetables. After I got everything I was looking for, I went home.

The house is almost magrib. No time to cook at night. Fortunately, the mother ordered sweet martabak food, so it could be a change of dinner rations.

"I'm not cooking today." I said when I just came home shopping and was greeted by my husband who turned out to be home, with my hands full of objections.

"Why?"

"Snake a look at just getting home from shopping? All the kitchen stuff is out." My reasons with a trenchant tone. And handed over some items to be helped brought to the kitchen.

"Certain Mother?"

Always the first one to worry. As if I wasn't important. Is it true what Beti said? My heartache.

"I bought you a martabak."

"He took a shower there. We will eat out. All nights weekly." His commandment, with the word ending seduction and seductive smile.

"Main at Abah Yok's house, Rey. Kangen is the same." My words seduce. Change the speech as gently as possible to be granted.

"Ck." It made me squash myself. Missing the sweet face I was showing.

"Neh, I want to." Ketusku and go to choose clothes brought to the bathroom.

"Don't want to go to my house. But I don't like being called that. I don't appreciate my husband. Even though I was young, I was still your husband."

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