ALYA DIARY
179

Today Alya is off and Angga who left for work, after driving her husband to the terrace Alya entered again into the house.

He was at home with his mother, while his two younger siblings had left for school and his father was working.

Alya sat in front of the television and looking for the broadcast she liked, her mother was in the back washing.

Alya was seen being engrossed in watching television but was actually in the middle of thinking.

"Would I have stayed at Mas Angga's house yes, Mas Angga's jealous and irritable nature might have been conquered if there because it was close to his parents."

Alya spoke to herself inwardly but both of her beads watched the television broadcast.

"But how will you be angry."

"I feel tired of the nature of Mas Angga who is very easily angry is not clear if there are both parents who already understand the nature of Mas Angga."

"I have to talk slowly to my mother, so that she can understand."

Alya's phone rang and it turned out that her husband was sending a message if he had arrived.

Alya went to the back to take a drink but her mother called.

"Al."

"Yes, Mom."

Alya approached her mother.

"Your husband is angry with you."

Alya was speechless hearing her mother ask like that.

"Mom's habit, misunderstand me. It's all better."

"You mustn't argue with your husband, if you're angry, be quiet."

"Yes, Mom."

It feels like Alya wants to talk about living where they are but he paused.

"You've been talking to Angga."

"Speak about what Mom."

"Where do you want to live."

Alya was speechless and her mouth was muddled to say how good they were to live in the house of Angga's parents.

"Make it here, if his father Angga want to love the house built here."

"We were told to find a house there, ma'am."

Alya's mother was clearly shocked to hear Alya speak so.

"Was his house brought here built here."

"Mother wishes you could just stay here."

Alya was speechless to say that she wanted to be there because of her husband's irritable nature.

"Alya goes with Mas Angga, how nice is Mom."

"Yes, he was invited to talk to Angga."

"Yes, Mom."

"Mommy doesn't know yet what the nature of Mas Angga, can be dizzy this Alya's head." In Alya's heart.

After talking to his mother Alya chose to go into the room, he did not want to be confused with his mother.

Until the dhuhur adhan reverberated, Alya came out of the room to the bathroom to take ablution water to perform Dhuhur prayer.

Shortly after the completion of the prayer Alya heard the motorcycle that stopped in front of the house must be her husband had come home from work, She took his hijab and came out to welcome the arrival of her beloved husband.

"Yes..."

Alya smiled sweetly and Angga did too.

"Assalamualaik." Angga.

" Neylorda."

Alya answered as she grabbed her husband's hand and kissed the back of his hand.

"Look yuk Mas."

Alya asked for Angga's bag and carried it, They went into the room.

"Udah eat not yet Mas."

"Dear not, eat with you."

"Yes, I've changed clothes first Alya ready for lunch and Alya wait at the dinner table."

"Yes dear."

Alya gave a change of clothes to Angga and then came out of the room to prepare his lunch.

After cleaning himself in the bathroom Angga went out and headed to the dining table and ready to eat lunch with his wife.

After finishing lunch, Alya peeled the fruit and served it in front of Angga.

"Please Mas."

"Thank you, dear."

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