Wife To Alan
Towards Kindness
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🌹IG AUTHOR OF THIS GENIUS: @Redlily123🌹
"Mas!" Call Madelle to her husband who is busy typing. "Mas!"
"Two meatballs" replied Riganta who upset Madelle.
She threw a pillow at her husband.
"Why?" Riganta.
"Basic. You don't want to rush to change the brother to go to Jambi? Kasian Inan."
"That's Alan's project, where can I be a sheriff."
"It's your own kasian."
"Resiko," said Riganta, staring back at the computer.
"Then I'm going to take to the streets tomorrow."
"Does it go down the road? That trash won't go away."
Madelle's upset. Because he is the chairman of the foundation that puts forward to clean up the waste problem in the capital.
"Part of that trash will not disappear if there is no self-awareness," Riganta said again.
"You yourself see that one person can unconsciously make damage, what if all? What if I follow? Indonesia will be full of rubbish, Mas."
Riganta's shaking his shoulder. "Those who throw away don't care either."
"Anything with me, I don't care what they want. What matters is that my intentions are good, I give them guidance on how beautiful Indonesia is without garbage, and my duties are in order."
Madelle continued, "Indonesia is beautiful, Mas. Eat it I want you too."
"What?"
"Diem used to be napa." Madelle berdehem's. "People complain about why there are frequent floods, traffic jams, earthquakes. If the Indonesian nature can complain, they do it by issuing a natural disaster. The river is not strong enough to hold the dirty garbage, the air cannot bear to eat all the dirty dust. So, it's our own thing, right? If they want to complain, complain to themselves. Kayak, how does the nature of Indonesia recover? How do the garbage decrease and the flood is resolved. Know it, Mas? Don't judge on the consequences, but criticize what the cause does."
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"Let's sleep in Mas Alan's lap, let's get a whimper" said Alan who first sat on the bed. His eyes looked at Inanti who was standing there. "Here, Yank."
"You drink first, yes" said Inanti.
"Do you want me to bring it?"
"No, wait a minute." Inanti left the room still wearing mukena.
He goes to the fridge to pick up a small milk box that Alan accidentally stocks for his wife. Inanti is most lazy to brew milk for nursing mothers, which makes Alan choose to buy packaged and ready to drink.
When he was about to return to the room, Inanti saw the door of Alan's work room open. He went there first to close it.
However, upon seeing the messy paper, Inanti walked in. He frowned looking at the large amount of paper with incomprehensible contents.
However, there is a memo or agenda for the next week with the caption, *Big project.*
And that made Inanti sigh. "He has to go" he said slowly.
Pupus was already Inanti's hope to hold Alan beside her. And all he could do was take a deep breath and say, "It's okay, he went for me and Nadia. He's going home, too."
After closing the room, Inanti returned to the room while drinking milk.
"Drink while sitting down, Yank."
When he finished he went up to the bed.
"Here, sleep here."
"The time on your thigh."
"Let me elus his head."
Inanti approaching.
"Because I don't want to be let go, Yank?"
"Cold ah."
"Jude here."
"On the pillow."
"Sin is the same as the husband, let alone the handsome husband."
With a sullen face, Inanti according. He slept there, listening to Alan who was teaching with his other hand rub his head which was still wrapped in mucus.
Alan's voice was very melodious, touching the heart until it made the tears of Inanti came out.
He had not expected all of this to happen like this. All his suffering and pain is the way to heaven. Alan took her on a matter of kindness, making Inanti confident that her husband would become a priest in the world and the hereafter.
Inanti did not make a sound, but her tears kept dripping. Moreover, the touch of Alan in the head is increasingly felt, plus the reading of the Quran is soothing.
When he finished teaching, Alan realized his wife was crying.
"Myan? Wh why? How to cry again?"
"Mas...," said Inanti in a hoarse voice, she stared at her husband's bead. "I'm sorry, yeah."
"Make what?"
"I often jutekin you, angry angry with you."
"Lha.., I don't feel that way, '" said Alan while keeping the Quran on the nightstand. "Here, I hug."
Inanti moved, she sat sideways on Alan's lap while hugging him.
"Don't cry."
"I'm sorry, Mom."
"Opaan apologise for everything. You're the one who said sorry. You are not wrong. Don't cry, you're hiccupping a gini."
Inanti hugged her husband's neck tightly and cried even harder.
"Udah, Honey. What do you want? I buy it, but don't cry anymore."
Inanti is still crying.
"Darling? Udah dong, tar cape tuh a hiccup directly from earlier. What do you want? Tell me the same."
"I…. Hiks.. would.. would.. to heaven with you…"
Alan smiled meaningfully, he tightened his embrace on the wife. "The same, honey. Let's go the same way to his jannah."
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TBC.