When My Wife is Different
Who her?

"Lhoo, Bah, sleep her Ilyas?" Umi Zalianty kissed the back of her husband's hand.

"Is Irham coming Umi?" he asked after first putting Ilyas to bed.

"Yes, just got to go find Dinar, Bi."

Umi Zalianty sat down to face her husband.

"Dinar no talking about anything with Umi?"

"By what? The Dinar guy was exactly Abah. Opo-opo at its own convenience." said Umi Zalianty equate the similarity of father and son.

"Something will go wrong if Abah sees."

"The checks between husband and wife are normal Bah, as a learning process for children." Umi Zalianty seems to believe that the relationship between her son and daughter-in-law is fine.

"Irham ate ta?" he asked and stood up from his seat.

"Not Bi, come directly dyed. Yo pantes, miss wife "chuckle Umi Zalianty while embracing her husband.

*****

Irham who could not persuade Dinar, walked out.

Want to breathe fresh air.

Coinciding with Pak Kiyai and Umi Zalianty who were also waiting for him to come down.

"Assalamualaikum, Abah."

"Waalaikumsalam, son. What time is Gus?"

Irham was embraced by Mr. Kiai.

Being called Gus by his father-in-law made Irham less.

He was called Gus but was not a descendant of Kiai, only a lucky santri could marry Ning Dinar.

In a broad context, the term gus can also be used as a symbol of one's scientific and social ethics, especially santri. Someone who has depth and breadth of understanding of science in general, and good in social.

Indeed, the title and vocation of Gus is a very extraordinary honor in the eyes of the community, especially East Java. Gus is well deserved to be given to one who happens to be born with blue blood (Descendants of Kiai) who has works or atsars in his life.

"Not long ago Abah, persuade the wife to come home."

"Successfully?" ask Mr. Kiai who answered Irham with a weak coil.

"Shopper."

"Suami have to give up a lot, sometimes the wife can not be too soft, but in the busy casari? We are the men."

"Damn. Bah." Irham chimed in with an awkward smile.

"Come, we eat first, tomorrow let Abah help you talk to Dinar."

Hearing that promise Irham's heart warmed. Who is not happy to get help from Mr. Kiai who is sure his nonsense will always be heard by his wife.

Somehow Irham feels very happy tonight. Seeing a warm family, made him crave it all. The religious family he had always wanted.

He realized he was nothing compared to his wife's extended family, but he was a husband to be served, not served. I don't know where the feeling of laziness and insincere when cooking and cleaning the house comes from. One new kid, already grown up anyway. Why is Dinar still nothing?

But, Complaining, it just makes Dinar go, Dinar changes. His wife avoided him, not as usual. Maybe his remark was outrageous for saying he was tired of their marriage.

But who is not tired? He's husband, make a living, go home have to cook and clean. Little things Dinar can't do. Take her work clothes for example. Sometimes he had to hurry but had to iron his own clothes.

After eating Irham approached Ilyas for a moment, only to kiss him giving up longing. Irham returned to Dinar's room.

Irham jerk hugged Dinar making the empu squirm.

Dinar body stiffened.

"Mas, I'm on..."

"I know your monthly guest schedule, Dinar." Dinar silenced, he admitted that everything was only Irham who understood. Her menstruation was scheduled, always on the same date, so the time of Ilyas' pregnancy first, Irham immediately knew it.

Even Irham's sanitary napkins bought it. Dinar knew Irham was tired of living with him, and only in this house could he escape safely.

That night Dinar served as it should. But he found no satisfaction as usual. He felt bland by imposing his will on Dinar.

"Didn't you like it?" Irham pulled the zipper of her pants then sat down facing Dinar. "You're different, not what you used to be, Dinar?" Irham could not resist his disappointment.

Dinar lowered his head, clearly he understood. He did restrain himself from drifting. There is also a sense of disappointment in Dinar's heart because Irham did not care how he felt, but instead forced his will. However, he had a heart that the man had just wounded.

"Obviously different, Mom. I'm a human being with a heart, after you refuse even you throw out how can I still behave as usual? This.... " Dinar pointed to his chest. "a body that has life, not a lump of wood that has no feeling. Not only you, I'm sick because you're pushing your will too hard." Like being struck by lightning in the middle of the night Irham turned his head quickly with a wounded gaze.

"You mean?"

"Mas himself who refused to touch me, Mas himself who said tired of building a household with me, and also ..." Dinar held up sobs. "And, you also said that you regret marrying me, then how could I be the same Dinar? I've become a woman that her husband doesn't want...." The dinar covered his face with both palms. His body trembled, unable to endure his sadness.

Why can't Irham understand him a little. Between him and Irham the same.

We both want to understand each other. But all cannot be as human as it is, there is such a thing as a test. And they're facing it. Why couldn't Irham be more patient?

"Astaghfirullah's.....Dinar, what are you saying?" Irham was surprised not to play to hear the expression of Dinar's heart.

"Am I wrong again, Mom?" ask Dinar with tears that have been shed.

"Dance ... You're..."

******

Irham opened her eyes, glancing over to her empty bedside. Dinar is no more. He soon got up to take a bath and perform the morning service.

Today he had a work holiday, last night's discussion with Dinar made him realize he had been wrong. Why should he say he is tired and sorry to have married Dinar?

******

Irham came out after earlier had changed her clothes with a more relaxed one.

When he went to the kitchen, he heard the laughter of Dinar.

Who can Dinar laugh with after that? Curious, Irham approached.

In the magnificent room, precisely in the living room Dinar was sitting next to a man he did not know.

At once his emotions peaked.

How can Dinar giggle with a man who is not his mahram?

"Khem.." Irham deliberately cleared his throat to resuscitate Dinar and the man would be present.

"Bag.." Dinar.

The man beside Dinar stood up.

Irham moved closer. The closer the clearer the appearance of a man who is able to make his wife laugh so crisp.

Indeed, four years of age their marriage, Irham had never heard the laughter of Dinar like that.

Handsomest.

That's what Irham could pin to the look of the man.

But who is he really?