ALYA DIARY
192

Finally a month passed and Alya still found herself the arrival of another monthly guest.

Again and again and it makes Alya down back and blame herself.

Alya sat facing the window inside the room, her eyes pushyly looking out and there was still a stream of tears that just kept coming out on their own.

"Sir."

Angga was looking for him because he had not been seen and was in the room. Alya hurriedly wiped the tears that drenched her cheeks and smiled at her husband.

"Yes, it's."

Angga not that he does not know even He knows very well that his wife is sad and crying.

"Rapaine."

Angga gently rubbed Alya's head and kissed her.

"No, I'm not."

Alya always hid her sadness from her husband because she wanted to look tough in front of everyone and try to look okay.

"Nothing about it, why."

Alya looked at Angga with a smile.

"Don't be sad, be patient."

Angga cupped Alya's face and wiped the remaining tears in the corner of his wife's eyes.

Alya smiled and nodded her head but the treatment of Angga actually made her want to cry again and her tears escaped by themselves.

"Hiks.. sorryin Alya Mas."

"Sustt.. Don't cry on. These are his eyes red-red, his nose like this tomato his eyes look puffy now."

Alya smiled and wiped away her tears.

"Patience does not wait for us to be loved."

"God willing Dear, Patient. We both do this and don't forget to be grateful. Do not just because our descendants have not been loved so forget to give thanks with other favors that God has given to us."

"Yes Mas, but it feels like Alya is always sad every monthly guest comes again and that means Alya is not pregnant."

"Prophey Dear."

"Mas, our test is why this is so."

"Sustt... Don't be, may there be a silver lining behind all this."

"God knows better what we need, don't be prejudiced we don't know what's good behind all this."

"Mas must be ashamed to have a wife like Alya who has not been pregnant as well."

"Don't say so, already ah. don't be sad continue to go out yuk wind let his mind is not confused at home continue."

Angga rubbed Alya's cheek and grabbed her hand.

"Where are we."

"Where do you want to go."

Alya just shook her head.

"Change clothes, the hijab is worn we take walks yuk. Want meatballs.?"

Angga has been very familiar with his wife and his favorite food meatballs especially again in a sad state he would want to find fresh.

"You."

Angga smiled and nodded his head.

"Wear the hijab."

"You're a big meatball."

"Yes, how big it is, hmmmm..." Angga likes to tease Alya.

"There are indeed larger than the size of the meatballs in general."

"There's."

"Mana, who sells mana Mas."

"Later to find, already hunted wash face so as not to sift the tomato's nose."

Alya got up from her seat and immediately put on her hijab.

"Wait outside ya."

Alya smiled and nodded her head.

Angga sighed after coming out of the room, actually he also felt sad if he found his wife who likes to cry when the moon came but, actually, he also felt sad if he found his wife who likes to cry when the moon came, He must still look excited in front of Alya if he shows his sadness in front of his wife it will certainly make Alya more guilty and blame himself continues.

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