WHEN LOVE IS TESTED
Who's that Man???

“Indeed if I haven't had children after a long marriage why?? When I have children, will you come to take care of my son?”

I sighed as I read the status of WA Indah, my sister. When I was in the online taxi I ordered, to visit my husband's office.

First, why are there so many people who like to shout, express their feelings on a status on social media?? Do they have their own satisfaction, when they have expressed their hearts on social media?? Does not by indulging all anger, hatred, resentment, happiness etc., will actually make others uncomfortable?? They will know the weak side of us, they will also easily know all the activities of the self, and the activities of the heart that we are doing.

Wouldn't it be easier to lure the bad guys into action?? Come on, we still have God as a place to complain, stir all that you feel in God.

Sometimes I also often miris, when in an era with intense economic competition, some people even wara wiri show off if he can afford a vacation to a super expensive place, which is very expensive, posting super expensive, delicious, and quality food, yes, maybe for those who post food for two million, or more just a couple of miles, but, do you know them? If in other parts of the world, there are many people who are hungry, which even to be able to drink it is very Alhamdulillah.  I am also learning to live more humanely.

But, second, why beautiful?? Until she posts about all the kids?? Is he having problems with his family?? Or is she being spotted by the neighbors again?? As he often complained to me?? I don't know, because of the post, my mind became raging guesses, so suudzan also, ah .. yes Allah ... because of a status, which was written Beautiful on social media, which was written on social media, my sins are overflowing.

“Assalamu’alaikum,“ my greeting to the receptionist who has recognized me, upon my arrival in Anwar's office.

“Wa’alaikumsalam bu Anjani, want to go to the room Mr??” tanyanya friendly.

“Yes, my husband has finished his meeting??” my many.

“Before a moment ma'am, please wait, mother please just go into the work room Mr.“ he replied while showing his arm towards the room Anwar full of respect.

“Ah, yes thank you“ replied I smiled as it passed.

I entered Anwar's office, which was large and luxurious, I looked at all the things in the room, and then I sat in my husband's big chair, after putting the food from earlier I was about.

I looked at some photos perched on his desk, one photo when our wedding, Anwar and I were looking at the light blue colored dress with pink, as well as Anwar using the same tuxedo. We looked so happy in the photo, then I looked at the photo again on the right side of the chair, all of them were photos of me and Anwar, sometimes I think this room, as I was dominated by myself, hee. Anwar is too.

“Honey, been a long time??” ask a man whose voice is familiar to me.

I turned my body, “Not too long ago, only fifteen minutes ago“ I replied with a smile welcoming his arrival.

Anwar sat in the soffa chair in the room, then I followed him while preparing to open the food I had prepared.

“What are you cooking??” ask her while loosening the tie wrapped around her neck.

“I cook rendang same mendoan“ replied me while pouring rice, and rendang into a plate.

“Wah, my favorite is“ he replied enthusiastically.

I smiled, then thrust a rice plate in front of him, “Come eat“ take me.

“You came all the way here just want to eat alone??” suddenly tanyanya.

I frowned “I mean?”.

“Suapin dong“ header, geez.

“Then dong, this is at the office, not at home“ I replied shyly.

“In that case, consider it at home“, the more it becomes him.

“Iya deh, here I bribe aaaaa” I thrust a spoon filled with rice and rendang his mouth without shame again, I think, I think, if there are many couples who have just dated have already spread their affection in public, even on social media, why should I who are legitimate, be ashamed of everything??.

“Aaaaaammmm” Anwar suddenly picked up the spoon I was holding, and fed his own food, ish.

“I don't want you tired, because nyuapin I“ dreadlocks again ni people.

“Ya ya“ reply I started to get anxious.

“Jan, come home from here you go straight home yes, I still have a job, inget, go straight home you know, do not go anywhere first“ orders, so powerful, he, but I like.

“Emmhh, Anwar, can I ask permission??” I asked doubtfully.

“What?” the question stopped chewing and then looked at me.

“Back from here I want to go to Mom first, can you?” my tofu, my,

“Kasian Mom, I've been this week, haven't visited Mom,“ my next door.

“Yes, if you go to Mom's house, of course you can, I will come home later to pick you up, but inget, do not go anywhere first ya“ again, he commands me, with a tone that is difficult to believe me

“Iya, yes, yes“ I replied starting to get irritated.

But he chuckled at my answer, instead,

After finishing lunch, and finishing some drama scenes with Anwar, I rushed home, booked an online taxi, and headed straight for Mom's house.

“Assalamu’alaikum Ibu“ his neighbor's broom at Mother's house, and directly into the house, just like that, because the door of the house is not locked.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, eeehhh Anjani, who are you here with??” mother asked, who was facing a male guest, my forehead shriveled, inwardly asked “Who is the male guest???” but I paled my intention to ask, I just smiled, mangosteen.

“I'm alone mom, later Mas Anwar pick up Jani if Mas Anwar has gone home from work“ I replied, “Then so Jani to the room first yes ma'am, juan, excuse“ I also passed to the room I used to occupy, leaving Mom with her male guests, who I don't know.

I put myself in bed, which used to accompany every dark story, I smiled looking at the ceiling of this room “Hopefully, this time I can live happier“ I mumbled.

“Jan, have you eaten?” mother asked, who suddenly appeared from behind the door, breaking my daydream.

“Eh, Mother, already ma'am, it was the same Mas Anwar in the office“ I replied while fixing my position to sit down.

“Mother, the guest is gone??” askaku directly answered Mother “Had Jan, just“

“Emh, who's she bu?” my question expresses my curiosity.

“Eeemmhh ..” looks mimic Mom's face changed, like something is hidden.

“Who's mom??” again I asked, my curiosity grew more and more to see Mom's facial expression.

“Dia ..”

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