WHEN LOVE IS TESTED
Reminiscing

“Well, until“ said, while lowering my body.

“Hah ... thiskan??” I was shocked when I arrived at this place.

“Iya, this is where I slept with you first“ Anwar softly touched me, while rubbing my cheek with his hand, I felt very moved, when the memory when Anwar proposed to me again imagined.

“I hope you can momentarily forget your sadness and worries Jan, I was sad when you were sad“ Anwar was still stroking my cheeks, he looked at me fixedly, as I looked at him.

“Hhhmmhhtt, thank you An, I am happy to be married to you, have you,“ I feel my taste, until I shed my tears.

“Udah, don't cry anymore, now we buy yuk“ ice cream Just take my hand, then we walk hand in hand to the ice cream merchant, which is on the edge of this artificial lake.

Finished buying my favorite vanilla flavored ice cream, I suddenly turned to Mothers of biscuits sellers, next to ice cream merchants, I was just staring at her, a Mother, who was aged, old, still eagerly selling without looking tired.

“Mother, how much is this?” suddenly Anwar bent his body, then touched the biscuit that the mother was trading.

“Five thousand rupiah Den“ replied the Friendly Mother.

I noticed the food, the food I rarely found, the mother sold it using a sling and basket, I felt sympathetic to her.

“Yes already, just pack everything yes ma'am, I want to buy all“ said Anwar, which made me touched.

“Alhamdulillah, thank you very much Den, Aden very good!“ shouted the excited mother.

“Yes, equally“ replied Anwar while looking at me.

I smiled, “Sunday Mother stayed here, from morning, but no one bought“ said the Mother, looking down.

“Are you going to spend it all An??” I asked while looking at him.

The one asked smiled and looked back at the mother of the bakery merchant, cucur,

“Everything so how much nek??” tanyakanya.

“Everything is so, a hundred thousand Den“ replied the Mother, who had finished wrapping all her merchandise.

“Oh, yes already take the money bu“ Anwar set money five sheets in red.

“But, this is mostly Den“ Si Ibu refund four sheets.

“No, this is for Ibu aja“ Anwar back to give that money.

“Yes Allah, thank you very much Den“ replied the Mother while putting the money on her head.

“Yes, both bu“ replied Anwar, while carrying a large amount of biscuits, with his left hand, while his right hand held my hand.

“May the sustenance of Aden doubled by the almighty“ said the Mother.

“Aamiin,“ answer us simultaneously.

I didn't talk anymore, enjoying the almost melted ice cream, I thought, why is Anwar so good to anyone, even to the mother of the foreign bakery merchant, sometimes I find him giving alms secretly without my knowledge, but I am of course sincere, after all for good, he never forgets to also pay Zakat for every income he earns, he said, I'm sure having a husband like Anwar is every woman's dream.

“Jan, why silence??” asked Anwar to break my daydream.

“Ah, no, I just want when you ngelamar I fit here nih,“ I replied while pointing to a place under the shade tree, which Anwar used to use to beg me to accept his love.

“Hhheee, yes, you still want aj“ he replied while chuckling.

“Jan, now want me to sing?” the bargain, which invites my smile to be more fluffy.

“Boleh, as long as you don't climb up the tree aja“ replied me, I can't hold my laughter, when I remember Anwar singing on the table, expressing his feelings to me, who knows?? Now this hair-climbed man is my dear husband, with all his perfection, God's destiny is unique?.

“You think I'm tarzan?? Sing on a tree?” He's tickling.

“Hheee, yes let's sing“ I lean my head on his shoulder, enjoying the breeze that hits my face, and also the melodious singing of my husband.

After finishing enjoying the scenery, then we went to go home, with a bag of crackers containing cucur cake, which Anwar bought earlier, we walked slowly, maybe our energy was drained earlier when we left.

“An, do you want to sweeten that much cake?” I asked while holding his hand.

“We give it again, to the people who need Jan“ he replied.

“Emh rowdy, who is the same about??” ask me while thinking, in this place, where is there anyone who wants to be loved by people carelessly? Given their appearance are not people who need help, let alone just biscuits.

I circled my eyes, usually in a crowded place like this like there are beggars hanging around, I thought I would give these cookies to beggars, well ... than the weight of the take home, right?.

“An, we give you the same cake mulung“ handyman I put Anwar's hand while pointing at the scavengers who roam.

“Iya, can“ replied, while walking closer to the scavengers.

“Excuse pak“ greet Anwar.

“Iya sir,” answer the scavenger who uses the hat.

“Pak, sorry, this is my little sustenance, received yes??” said Anwar while thrusting the black crackle.

“Alhamdulillah, thank you pak“ replied the Father while receiving the crackle.

“Ah, and this is for Mr.,“ Anwar again grabbed his wallet and gave a hundred thousand rupiah to the scavenger.

“Alhamdulillah, thank you sir, thank you very much, may your sustenance increase“ replied the scavenger, while receiving money from Anwar.

“Iya, equally, Aamiin pak“ answer us.

“An?” I called my husband softly, after getting away from them.

“Iya darling“ answer.

“Why are you so good??” I asked while looking at him.

“Maybe because in the past, I've done a lot of wrongs" he replied while looking down.

“Error?” many wonder.

“Ah, yes, do not have to discuss“ he replied with a smile.

“Now, how about if we run aja race, who first nyampe the end of the road was a gift from I“ bargained Anwar while pointing at the end of the road that is quite far from where we stand.

“Who is afraid?” I answered while raising my lips.

“Ok, ready yes, one, two, three!!“ Anwar and I immediately ran, catching up with each other and shortly thereafter ...

“I'm the winneraaaa!!“ yell proud.

“Huh ... huh .. yes I purposely ngalah“ Anwar replied while panting.

“Why?” my many.

“Because I want you to receive a gift from me“ he replied with a smile.

“What's the gift?” ask me while furrowing my eyebrows.

“This, cup ... “ suddenly Anwar kissed my cheek without shame.

“Is ... Anwaaaarrrr .. !!“ I shouted while chasing him back.

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