Just a Substitute
Chapter 35's

That night, Raka was completely tasteless to eat. Throughout chewing the food, it was unthinkable to continue Shanum's cold and indifferent attitude towards him. Many times dropped the spoon on the table, but then picked it up after seeing the rice on the plate.

"Shanum why, huh? Was it because I wasn't in the store this afternoon? Time to get to the side?" Raka muttered to himself, inexhaustible with his wife's attitude.

"Did anyone else lamb, huh? I thought I was yesterday, but Shanum didn't say anything. Oh, my God, how am I supposed to?" Raka ruffled her hair.

Tired this afternoon looking, now that the meeting is quiet. It hurts. Raka rubbed her face, the more heartless she faced Shanum's food.

He had just had happiness this afternoon, now it was like he had fallen down a ladder. Raka finished her meal, washed the dishes even though there was still rice left. He hurriedly followed Shanum to the room, wanting to talk about what had happened.

However, the woman was already curled up in the blanket, asleep in her sleep. Raka approached, making sure his wife was completely asleep. The fine snoring that was coming out, became a sign that Shanum had really fallen asleep.

"What's wrong with you, Sha? Why is your attitude cold like this the same as mine?" Raka muttered painfully, the haircut of the wife who covered the beautiful face.

"You should talk to me, don't let me be like this. I can't have you like this, Sha." Raka kept muttering, but it was free. Shanum remained closed, asleep in a daze of anxiety.

Raka kissed the wife's temple, then stood up and went to the other side of the bed to lie down. He turned his back on Shanum, playing with a cell phone to ward off sleepiness. Unbeknownst to him, Shanum had not fallen asleep, but had no intention of talking to him.

The next day, before dawn Shanum was already awake from sleep. Cooking as usual is no problem. Cleanse yourself and perform the worship of two raka'at. There was something different for the day, Shanum had breakfast alone without waking Raka up. He also set off in the morning, asking Lia to pick him up.

"It's still dark, Sha. Didn't you wake up?" asked Lia while glancing at Shanum's house whose living room was deliberately darkened.

"No, Lia. I want him to learn a lesson so he doesn't act. I am his wife, even though he is a substitute. Come on, we're leaving." Shanum patted Lia on the shoulder asking her to leave immediately.

Lia clucked, feeling that there was something Shanum was hiding other than the one he told me about yesterday. There was no conversation along the way to Shanum's shop. Blind morning like this, the employees are already in place to prepare the order of the pastries.

"Thank you, yeah." Shanum smiled and was about to leave, but Lia's hand quickly prevented him.

"Wait, Sha!" Lia looked at the tired face of a Shanum. Not because of work, but because of the burden of the mind.

"Why? Don't you have to get ready to go to work?" Shanum folded his hands on his stomach with lips to smile.

"I want to ask, huh. Does Shila still like to bother you? Still like coming to Raka for woo?" Lia's question formed a frown on Shanum's forehead.

At the beginning of his marriage with Raka, the girl did come to disturb. However, for some time now, she never again found Shila in her husband's shop. Shanum shook his head, feeling that there was an oddity from his best friend's question.

"Why indeed?" Shanum asked softly. Various preconceptions appear to cover the heart. Bad prejudices also arise from pumping emotions.

"Ah, that's okay, really. Thank goodness I never bothered you. Maybe he realized that Raka already had you." Lia was kicking the shoulder, but different from Shanum.

His heart was not calm and was filled with suspicion about the disappearance of Shila who liked to disturb. Shanum knew what kind of type a Shila was. He will never stop until he gets what he wants.

Raka's wife was still standing there, watching Lia's motor departure while thinking about what she didn't know. Shanum chose to sit in the front seat of the store, rubbing his face, breathing out to remove the gasps. Still, uneasiness reluctantly went from his side.

"What is he doing behind me? Maybe what I saw was indeed Raka, not a hallucination. Should I investigate?" Shanum muttered, his bitten lips held back the growl that appeared endless.

"Lho, Miss Shanum? Is it coming?" reprimanding one of the employees who appeared from inside the store was about to dispose of the trash.

Shanum smiled, and nodded.

"For the first time to come early. It's quiet here, yes, at dawn." Shanum looked around, shops and a little residential residents who still looked empty.

"Yes, ma'am, but it's not like ramen in the afternoon." He sat on the terrace, accompanying Shanum.

"There's a lot of orders?" Shanum glanced at him.

"Alhamdulillah, order seven birthday cakes. Orders of wet pastries, more. Every day there are orders. Bless the shop, ma'am." He looked up, looking at Shanum with a smile.

"Thank God, O Allah. Hopefully it can be enough for all of your families." Shanum smiled gratefully, he also felt happy if all employees were happy.

"Aamiinu. Then I'll take out the trash first, ma'am. Don't dream, it's still dark." The male employee moved, dragging a large bag of plastic trash from inside the store.

Shanum shook his head, as he moved and entered the shop that had not been perfectly opened. He inspected the kitchen, the workers numbering three were making orders.

"Morning, Mum. Tumben already came," said they without moving.

"It's still dawn. Yes, it just so happens that there is a need just now" Shanum said with a friendly smile at them.

He returned to the front, opening the shop door perfectly. Helps clean, tidy up shelves that will be used to store cakes. Again Shanum was stunned, remembering his life with Raka which began to feel bland.

While at home, Raka is not awakened by Shanum. Squirming on the bed when the sunlight hits the face. The morning had come, Raka was aghast from her sleep.

"Astaghfiullah! Why didn't Shanum wake me up?" He took a cell phone, looked at the clock.

"Astaghfiullah! Eight o'clock? Has Shanum forgotten me?" He went out of the room looking for his wife.

"Shaa! Why don't you wake me up?" Raka came to the kitchen, nobody. He opened the food hood, looking at the food that was almost cold.

Raka sat at the dinner table, hunger strikes her because last night she ate only a little. He washed the dishes and returned to his room after not finding Shanum in every corner of the house.

"Maybe he left first."