A. N. S
What's Up With You

"Alhamdulillah has passed his consciousness, dear. Graduation is in sight ?"

"Thank you very much, thanks to all your prayers and help. Without Ahmad mas definitely Ndak klar cepet "

"All because of God, darling not mas. Only six volumes, yes, the script?"

"Yes right, my mom. Tomorrow to Solo again, Ndak papa mas truant again?"

"Ndak papa, mas tomorrow permission again. The sooner the better. Let the ending just wait for graduation. Graduation in March, isn't it ?"

"Yes, mas. In Shaa Allah. "

"One more month. Alhamdulillahot. Hopefully good yes. I'm happy."

"But there seems to be something strange, with myself mas."

"What's so weird, baby ? Are you sick ?"

"That's what I mean, mas."

"Which pain is trying to say mas ?" Mas Ahmad was shocked immediately surprised to be afraid of why-why with me. Then he sat closer to my sitting position on the bench of the examiner lecturer earlier.

"I am now easily tired and easily sting my breath, mas, but do not mind."

"Maybe it takes a break, because yesterday was exhausted in the land of three to four months right !"

"May be right because tired. I now feel drowsy and hungry innately. If Ndak followed by eating pingin cry. Just like a little kid."

"Yes, we're eating, we're out of campus."

"I mean I'm not going to eat. So it went wrong. But I'm hungry and want some fruit."

"Say you hungry, baby. After the three-hour test of consciousness of Allah, surely the breakfast of his mother had run out in your stomach this morning."

"Hahaha.can be, mas Ahmad nih..." Mas Ahmad while cleaning up the thesis material earlier. I was told to sit, seeing my pale face. And sweat a lot even though it moves a little, but here AC Lo.

Before I go home I permit to change clothes first, rather than tired of riding a motorcycle in a female-style seat because of wearing a skirt. Ndak might wear a bonceng skirt like a man.

Alhamdulillah stay home, have changed Hem little blue box duck egg, Dongker blue jeans, sea blue hood. Nambahin powder and lipstick little so as not to pale. Why can't my face be conditioned. Come on you must be healthy, I asked. Wear a little perfume let it smell and be loved suwamik. Hehe...

"Hemm.segernya Ahmad's wife, beautiful pisan. But still lethargic like gini. Not exactly..."

"Let's see the doctor."

"I'm not sick, mas. Ndak. It will also be better after the break."

"Yes let us go to the front photocopy of the campus. Binding and multiplying the thesis. Tomorrow just take and ask for signatures to the lecturers and testers."

"But I'm tired of the carrying. Heavy on."

" Yes, it's the mas who's carrying the backpack. Do you need a sling ?"

"Hahhh..still strong path."

"Partially now spoiled this mas wife !"

"Well, am I spoiled now ?" Something has changed from me again.

"Yes, honey. Spoiled and a little angry."

Hah..what is true I am as Ahmad said. Since when have I been like that. I'm not the type to trouble people. Since when did I become lazy like this. Huft something is wrong ..with me, my soul and my heart condition.

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On the way to Klaten, mas Ahmad invited me to stop for a moment to pray dhuhur jama'ah at the great mosque of Kartosuro.

After that he invited to eat at the place of eating as usual, wuihhh there are people selling fruit rujak, making ngilerrrr ajah nihhh....

"Mas, I want some fruit. Please buy it but don't be spicy."

"Yes, honey but you have to eat rice first."

"Yes,. !!" a little already started to pout.

After eating rawon rice, the husband who saw only bells while saying in his heart.

My wife why, like starving people eat it. Consuming raw rice one serving can continue to eat rujak. Is her stomach full? But I can't rebuke him, afraid he's angry.

He is now a serious sensation. Like a little boy. Reprimanded not willing, in angrily added angry back. Just like a selfish person wants to win by himself. My wife's nature is not like that usually. There really is something strange.