Sensational Husband
Hundred Two
That morning Azlan prayed at dawn at the new contract house the day he stayed. It rained so hard as the Adhan reverberated, and he chose to pray at home, becoming the imam and his Makkah.
After praying, Azlan turned his back and Mecca went forward to extend a hand to greet Azlan's hand. The woman kissed the back of her husband's hands full of reverence.
“Today I will start looking for a job,” Azlan said.
“Yes, Mas. Can I also help you earn a living? I also want to work.”
Azlan reviewed a faint smile. “You sure?”
“Yakin, Mas.”
“Working is my responsibility, I don't want you to be burdened with work.”
“This is of my will, Mas. I'm sincere and very happy to help you.”
“Sorry, I can't make your life happy.”
“I am happy and sincere in living life with you, whatever the conditions.”
Azlan nodded. His wife was very obedient and obedient to him. Mecca, the woman who is so noble in heart, is polite and gentle, he said. But somehow Azlan's heart was so frozen, not one bit interested in the woman? There is nothing less than Mekka, she is beautiful and kind. Then what makes Azlan's heart that frozen? He himself does not know.
“Where do you want to find a job? In the office or where?” Ask Azlan.
“I search first on the internet, and I'm looking first. Actually I prefer working in offices.”
“Yes, use your school knowledge so that it is useful. I probably won't be able to serve the important part because I'm only up to D3.”
“Mas do not need to be pessimistic, windfall is set. What matters is that we try. I'm sure there will be a way.”
“You're not angry, even though I haven't been able to support you properly? I haven't been able to give you a home, proper clothes and food.”
“Mas, I told you earlier, I'm sincere in living life with you as you are. I'm your wife and I have to be willing to face everything together with you.”
Silent.
Azlan and Mekka were silent.
Azlan leaned his back at the foot of the bed, closing his eyes while moving the prayer beads in his hands. Hearts dhikr.
“Mas Azlan, I'm going to the kitchen. You want kubikinin tea or coffee?”
Azlan opened his eyes. “As of you. Is there tea or coffee in the kitchen? Aren't we shopping yet?”
“Ooh...” Azlan nodded.
Mekka rushed out of the room.
Azlan continued his activities, dhikr. Shortly afterwards he got up, exited the room after changing his prayer clothes with a shirt and trousers. He sat in the middle room and started looking for information about job openings. His nose smelled the aroma of coffee as Mekka put a glass of hot coffee in front of him.
“Still.” Azlan picked up the glass and gulped it down a little dmei, while his eye bead continued to focus on his phone.
“Mas nyariin job vacancy?” ask Mekka.
Azlan turned to Mekka who had been sitting by her side for some time. “Hm.”
“Udah dapet?”
“This is some, but less suitable. Did I temporarily take a job on this package delivery huh? They need courier services.”
“By that too, Mas.” Mekka smiled in response.
“But I don't have a vehicle. How can I be a courier?”
“You rent a vehicle. Here I have a little money for a motorbike rental. After later we get a lot of money, we will buy a motorbike for you.”
Azlan raised his face to look at Mecca, the woman looked brightly beaming as if there were no burdens. Though the salary that Azlan will receive is certainly not much, but look at Mecca still smiling in support of him.
“Go, come to his office so you are not late. It will be difficult if already filled people.”
Azlan nodded. “Then I leave first!”
“Iya, Mas.” Makka immediately shook Azlan's hand and kissed the back of the man's hand. “O yes, I will also go to work later, it's okay if I have not come home when I have gone home first?”
“Yes, it's okay.”
“Be careful, Mas.”
Azlan nodded with a smile as he rubbed the head of Mecca. He passed out of the house.
As far as Azlan left, a moody look was immediately created on the face of Mecca. He peeked at Azlan who sauntered out the yard of the house. Since their marriage, Azlan has not touched her. What exactly did Azlan think that the man was always cold to him? Does Azlan not love him? In the air his heart felt slashed every time remembering the attitude of Azlan who looked sweet but tended to be cold.
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