Wife Brought
Satirize?

During the trip, the car really felt quiet. There was no warm singing as usual. No conversation filled the car. Everyone was busy with their own thoughts and languished for themselves.

The atmosphere felt increasingly tense as the rain began to fall. The little speck began to rebel against the earth replacing the little drizzle into a big rain.

Annisa gripped the strong belt that stretched across her body. A little afraid to imagine himself going to ride his own train in the weather like this.

"Are you really going?" bram asked as he turned towards Annisa as soon as the street light was red. "If you want to heal, mas no problem kok mesen hotel room until one week as long as it is still one city with you. So, if kangen or anything can come directly. But if it's far away like this. A little difficult, especially you used to say the same. If the signal in the village is a bit difficult," Bram recalled. "So .. if for example later we can not call to just tell you how? but I want to be the same you keep. Time is not given permission ..."

Annisa smiled faintly.

"I'm sorry, but I really miss my mom and dad. You know for yourself that the last time you met was at that time and it was in a bad state. That's why I want to go back first. Just one week. Not long, right?"

Bram runs his car again with a frown.

"For you may not be long but for the mas it's a long time."

"Nothing mas, as long as there is no I will you can meet mbak Sakilla—

"Well?!" sela Bram was so surprised. "Why suddenly take Sakilla to our talk? and what does it mean to meet that kayak?" shove Bram fast. Tucked into a panicked tone and Annisa clearly felt it.

"Hahaha .. kidding. I mean, your problem is just as Sakilla's not done yet. So it's only natural that you meet each other. There's nothing wrong either, right? what's wrong with my talk?" asked Annisa to ask back

"Well, it's weird that you suddenly carry Sakilla's name. We don't talk about him at all."

Annisa stared at the mirror, the road until invisible because of the rain that continues to fall to the earth. It was as if the sky knew that it was also feeling so deeply sad and wanted to cry, letting out tears, like water constantly descending from the sky.

"Huh?"

"Yes mm. every talk we make to your ex-wife. You must be angry, as if you hate it. I don't understand why. But isn't this too much, is it? even you don't give me permission to meet Sakilla. Uh ... Speaking of permission, but you never talk about this again."

As if locked, Bram is silent. Confused what to answer. Bram occasionally glances at Rama through the rearview mirror of the car. He found Rama scowling and sitting leaning against the window.

"That's not what I mean ..."

Annisa shakes.

"Oh yes mas .. You will always tell me, if there is anything do not hesitate to make the same story you. I want you to do that too. Don't fix your own problems. You have to share everything with me. Because I really don't like people who lie. Better to be sick at the beginning, than disappointed because silence knows the lies of those we love."

"Huh? You—

"Yeay .. we've arrived" Annisa cut off when Bram parked the car in the station parking lot.

Annisa hurriedly opened the car door and opened the umbrella that she had been carrying. Without hearing Annisa's call, the woman went straight out and went to the back door. Open the door and carry Rama. Annisa passes to the station and asks Rama to wait in a closed place.

Afterwards, Annisa returned and patted Bram who broke through the rain while carrying his big bag.

Not yet arrived at the place where Rama was shelter, Bram held back Annisa's arm and looked straight at his wife's eyes so seriously.

"You mean what was that like?"