A. N. S
Mie Gajahan as a Witness

I immediately took the wudlu in the place of women's wudlu, while Ahmad mas in the place of worshipers. Still angry that earlier, but I threw it away first. It's worship, I don't want to dirty my worship of sin.

After the wudlu then entered the mosque to perform dhuhur jama'ah prayer near the faculty of economics. His sister college is Ahmad. I saw Mas Ahmad meeting with brother-in-law. Saying greetings and kissing her brother's hand. After finishing the prayer, I folded my face and tidied my veil and fixed a little of my makeup that had worn off since this morning leaving from home. Let me add fragrance I wear roll on and minimalist perfume. I polish my face with powder and wear thin lipstick. Thank God I am already in my body. To make it nice to see. Hehe. ...

Exit the mosque has been wearing socks and wearing shoes. Want to play to Beta. Diijin no yes. Try me for permission. In front of the terrace of the mosque I have been waiting for Ahmad. Sit next to him with shoes on.

"Masyaa Allah is beautiful and this is my wife's fragrance. Make me want to nyium. Just a little, can you ?" Bringing his face closer to my cheek. I pulled my face while justifying my sneakers.

"Still angry..." Ask the Ahmad.

"Mas, I'm asking permission. Go to Beta. Ahmad can go home. I didn't sleep in a Beta room. Tomorrow we go to college."

"Well. I'm Ndak ngijinin. Let's go home." The answer is without any further ado. Yes, I can't avoid it. And can't argue. The husband's orders must be obeyed. I followed him from behind. I don't know if I'm into my mood.

"Ahmad ..you are on campus. What business is it ?" Shouted lecturer Ongko when he wanted to go to his car. The one asked immediately approached the best lecturer while shaking his hand and hugging him. Very familiar with the teachers. Yes, he is the most active teaching assistant for all courses. Masyaa Allah Cool. Must be known by all lecturers.

"Wife nganterin filed the thesis, sir."

"Where is your wife, lhohhh your wife is Falya." He glanced at me and shook my hand. Surprised and wondered him. "Is this really your wife, Mad ?"

"Yes, sir. We're married." Grabbing my right hand and holding it.

"Congratulations, I'm sorry Mr. Ndak know."

"Yes, sir. Ndak papa's. Just ask for a prayer of blessing, sir."

"O yes, it must be. May it last."

"Aamiin ya robbal'alamin" then Pak Ongko got into his car and drove away.

I was led by Mas Ahmad to our bicycle parking lot. Wear a jacket for me after that wear the jacket. Yes, put my helmet on. And told him to wait out there.

"Let's ride. We home. Or where is it ?" tanyanya tried to open the door to talk.

"Not anywhere, just go home !"

"Not hold any more.Hand."

"Not in an emergency position." My answer was short and he smiled curiously at me. So giddy.

"What is looking at you with a smile?"

"No. Look at my own wife, you can't. I've seen girls through. They're prettier."

"Pulp. Really ...try it out...!" Hemmm didn't get angry until home. I'm back in silence. Not in a very mood. Pingin angrily pingin ngomel pingin scream. Old habit. Usually, I think gini. I continued to be taught to walk with Fat and treated with Elephant noodles. Hiii delicious .... But not as romantic as it used to be when not a girlfriend just yet. Just Deket's friend.

Now Ndak can bonce with Koko Fat. There is this fat different person. Brother Ahmad. Not as romantic as Koko's Fat. Hihah... My sin is that I still harbor feelings for other men.

"Let's eat us first, hungry. Last meal you prepared this morning." I woke up from my daydream. How does he know this is my favorite place. Gajahan Elephant Noodles. He can actually read my mind. Huft.... So shy.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Sit here, yeah. It's hot inside. Here you can see everywhere." Shift the chair to sit.

He really treats me special. And he came to know, the bench that I often sit on when the road is fat.

" This is mas, mienya. Just 2 cups of iced tea." Bright mas nyuguhin two bowls of noodles that.

"Looo was the one who came here a lot, yeah. How did the fat mas was not invited mbak ?" Hiyahhh dead fleas deh akhhh...

"It's often the same fat one here." Ask the Ahmad.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Let's eat, what needs to be bribed ?" Mas Ahmad Ndak ignored his feelings maybe at this time he closed his jealousy. Until he ventured to make peace with the situation.

"Yes, mas. Thank ye. "

" Truly, ask to be bribed. Hehehe...?"

"Thank you for being taught here. No need to be bribed like a baby."

"You're my baby's mother. Candidate means.."

"Hahhh. That's a recent affair. I don't want to get pregnant yet." Hooohh muntab deh esmosiku.

"Yes, yeah, let's get eaten. Don't fight here. Shame on seeing people." Then I ate despite the embarrassment of eating face to face with my own husband. Thank God it's finally over too. Alhamdulillah.

"It looks hungry my wife." Ledek.

"He's hungry, pingin eats you too, mas." Answer ketusku.

"Yes, patience. Wait till home, baby. Hehe.... You know I used to shoot you married you in the first semester."

"Start again opening up an old story. Stop the jealous...!!!!" while I sneered.