Love Sholeha
Jealous again

Sholeh grew tired of Dito's chatter, he started thinking about his wife inside there. Afraid that what Dito said was true, Sholeh decides to go back in. Leaving behind Dito who was seen following him as well.

Sholeha and Rahma were surprised, looking at the two men who looked curious about them. His face looked confused and looked at each other.

Dito diluted the atmosphere, by calling Sholeh who was not at home want to go home soon. Everyone laughed, not believing what Dito said.

" We go home after Mas drinks this" Sholeh whispered to his wife.

Sholeha just nodded. Continue to talk with Rahma. Ask small things to familiarize yourself and to reduce awkwardness. Sholeh knows his wife has other skills, besides being good at entertaining and being patient she also seems to enjoy being a good listener Rahma.

Sholeh is grateful for everything that has happened, if only the woman he chose was not Sholeha maybe he would not feel this peace.

They are content to tell stories, do simple things, after praying magrib Sholeh took his wife home. And leave little time for Dito to talk to Rahma.

" She, I didn't think that Mbak Rahma was so strong, with all her life stories" Sholeha said as they were in the car.

Sholeh remained silent, not wanting to comment on what the wife said. Sholeh glanced at Sholeha, who was neither so happy nor so sad. What he found interesting about the conversation.

" I heard her mother was going nowhere. What's so bad, I don't think she's like a con artist or a gambler" Sholeha looked at her husband, asking for an explanation she might accept.

Sholeh held his wife's hand, raised it and kissed her at a glance, "People indeed cannot guess Yang, Mas also thought that way. Enough we just hear, without having to talk about this further yes, Mas does not want you to feel sorry for him in excess"

Sholeh just wants his wife to not drain his mind for Rahma, someone he should have forgotten. He was afraid that there would be another sense of compassion and pity growing between his wife and himself.

" Yes Mas, we also do not know how the future " replied Sholeha quietly.

" Hopefully Dito could be Rahma's hope, which I saw she seemed eager to return to him", Sholeh again kissed Sholeha's back.

***

Dito looked at Rahma, there were many questions he would ask. But seeing Rahma's face so radiant Dito felt a little calm. It means he's okay. Meeting Sholeha must have made Rahma a little envious, no matter how Dito could see her.

" I'll go home after you ask " said Dito who had just sat next to Rahma.

Not only Rahma laughed, Dito also laughed after saying it.

" I don't even want you to go home, so how?" rahma replied laughing too.

" It's with pleasure, miss"

They looked at each other without continuing the laughter. There was another desire from Dito's eyes, Rahma knew that. But he made it aware by turning away trying to find a conversation.

" Why, are you afraid of fighting with Mas Sholeh's wife?" ask Rahma to Dito.

Dito chuckled, "I just think the worst thing that could have happened"

Rahma only shook her head in disbelief if what she thought was true. The two dive into each other's thoughts, throwing each other a slightly invisible smile for what reason, or just want to.

As if there is an old love that re-emerges, they just follow the direction of the story to where it ends, not lying if Dito is the party who hopes the most at this time. Hoping to fix everything that had stalled in the past.

" The next time I come again, take some medicine and get well soon. I came home yes" said Dito to Rahma.

" Yes, I don't like this kind of pain either" he replied from the door. A little forced walking to usher Dito's departure.

Dito left, leaving Rahma with a smile that would probably ring throughout Dito's journey home. Very beautiful and unforgettable.

***

Likewise with the couple who had just arrived at his house, they rushed into the room without doing anything else. Tired and drowsiness that hit Sholeha so visible, he was not excited at all.

Sholeh first went into the bathroom, wanted to immediately complete his wishes that had been held since earlier during the trip.

Talks about Rahma continued in the car earlier, from Sholeha who many times started. Even Sholeha had asked about college. Like, what she was in the same campus, majors, what courses they took and how often her husband met Rahma.

Once there was a jealous tone from the wife, especially when mentioning if almost every day they met. Instead of trying to explore the past, Sholeha just wanted to know more about their story. Sholeha is caught up in jealousy in the past.

Sholeha took off her wide veil, glazed over while removing her simple makeup. Sometimes he focused his eyes on his lips and smiled. Then frowning.

" Less sweet, if appealed to him" he said.

" Who is he, ?" Suddenly Sholeh answered from the bathroom door.

Sholeha Kontan turned around, facing the husband who looked fresh with slightly wet hair.

" Any that, no Mas." Sholeha stepped past her husband and went into the bathroom.

Sholeh just looked at him in wonder. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for his wife.

Since returning home from meeting Rahma, his wife has been acting very differently. Many times asked Rahma's figure to him, after Sholeh replied he would be silent. Something must have happened, Sholeh thought.

Sholeh patiently waited for his wife to come out of the bathroom, he planned to invite her to talk for a while.

Sholeha came out with a fresher face, she looked puzzled by her husband's different gaze.

" How do you sleep?" Sholeha approached, and sat down next to Sholeh.

Sholeh embraced his wife, leaning his head against the chest of his field. Gently rubbing the head shoots, occasionally giving a kiss.

Sholeha just enjoyed, didn't ask this and it was like in the car earlier. Her eyes were closed and enjoying the activities of her husband. His hands were simply coiled in Sholeh's stomach.

" What are you thinking?" ask Sholeh suddenly.

Sholeha looked up, looking into her husband's eyes with a confused feeling. Sholeha was silent long enough to hesitate to answer what to her husband.

" I don't know" replied Sholeha quietly. Sholeha's hands were more strongly coiled, channeling her heart to tremble in chaos. " i.... Fear of jealousy" he said again.

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