Love With Candidates
Stain on bed linen

"Sat, are you really a fighting hobby like this?" Piss Alya while squeezing a small towel, after being dipped in warm water. 

Satria remained silent. Alya's silence begins to guess who did it. There was no way the Satria she knew had a fighting habit, she had never seen the man who was now her husband battered before.

"Did Mas Aditya do all this?" Terka Alya while helping to clean the wound around her husband's face. Satria grimaced with pain. 

"He can't accept I married you, Al. Mas Aditya loves you so much, he hopes that one day your relationship can be repaired. "Satria finally told Alya the truth.

Alya closed her eyes, holding back the tears from spilling. When you say about love. Alya also still loves Aditya very much. Four years of time is not a moment, to establish love, likes and sorrows have been passed together, many beautiful memories that may be difficult to forget. 

"Al, I'm sorry if I made a mistake by marrying you." Satria knows it's not easy to be in Alya's position. Accepting a man who has never been loved. 

But Satria is convinced that one day Alya will be able to accept her presence in place of Aditya. Satria believes Alya's love will grow as time goes on. 

"I've been so stupid Sat, maybe I don't know if Aditya has a love relationship with another woman, I trust and love her too much."

"I swear, I don't know Mas Aditya's wife, Al, either."

Satria does not know if there is a woman who has a close relationship from her brother other than Alya. If Aditya and the woman are not close, it is impossible for the woman to give up her honor to conceive to such a large extent. At first glance, Alya believes that the gestational age is more than five months. 

The more sick Alya imagined everything. Where he's been all this time doesn't know anything that big.

"God, you look so tired, sleep in the bed, let me on the couch" said Satria, looking at the tired face of the woman who had just been married for a few hours. 

Alya picked up one blanket and also one pillow that was on the bed. Put it on a long sofa, whose position is facing a medium-size TV attached to the wall. 

"Alya, sleep in the bed, please."  Satria stopped Alya's footsteps by grasping his wife's wrist. But seeing the look of a dislike face from Alya Satria immediately took off her hand

"No Sat, you're sick, let me sleep on the couch for a few days." Alya refused.

"Al, I beg you, listen if the husband speaks" Satria asked. 

"All right." Alya finally gave up, in his heart he admired the good side of Satria who was willing to budge, while his own condition was cause for concern.

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The moonlight dimmed and disappeared, when the dawn began to appear bashfully in the eastern horizon. 

Alya blinked countless times, opening her eyes in disarray. 

How surprised when he opened his eyes, Alya did not see a figure. Satria is no longer on the sofa, even the blanket has been folded neatly. 

"Alya, so tired huh? sleep really fast, I couldn't bear to wake up earlier."

"It's stupid, Alya. Really you have embarrassed yourself, how can you wake up bad luck," murmured Alya lirih.

Alya looked at Satria full of admiration, the aura of her face became erratic. While the man who has the status of her husband is neat with a long-sleeved shirt and woven sarong berbunagajat on the power, she is still cool coiled under the blanket.

 Satria greeted Alya with her sweet smile. "Alya hunt gih shower, before time runs out." Satria did not want Alya to miss her morning prayer.

According to Alya, he went down, Satria did not know that Alya was coming by the moon. Alya can't tell a story either.

"Alya, you're through!"  Pekik Satria while pointing at Alya's back body. The man was smiling like he had managed to find a treasure.

"Satriaaa, don't look! Get back to the body!"

Alya was so careless. The woman immediately went to the bathroom to clean herself up. 

"Alya, from now on it's your bed, you can use as much, don't panic, let Si Mbok help clean up." Bagas yelled back. So that Alya who was playing water in the bathroom could hear.

"Eh no!! I'm ashamed Sat, if Mbok cleans up, let me alone." Hunt Alya out and pull the sheets at each corner of the mattress.

Alya immediately brought the sheets that were stained with blood and dirty clothes to the wash. Apparently the morning blind kitchen was very crowded, Kinan had also helped Si Mbok cook breakfast.

"Neng Alya, just put it there, let Mbok clean up later" said Mbok Minah who is still busy.

"Don't Mbok, just let Alya be alone."

"Neng, already, let Mbok aja later, neng shower and get ready for college. It will be late. 

"It's true, let's just Alya, because this has a node." Alya seems to have to explain to let me understand.

Mbok instead of letting Alya do his wish, he took it from Alya's hands. 

Mbok already knows what a stain is, do not be ashamed, after all Neng Alya also must still feel pain. Mending neng Alya rest first. 

Not yet had time to explain, Mother Aisyah who heard everything had misunderstood the jiga, immediately approached Alya and hugged her daughter-in-law's arm. 

"Honey, last night must have been very sick, the same way Mbok Minah. Let him wash. Mending you rest. Mama sure as hell, your waist must still hurt.

'Why misunderstand this, it's not a stain like you mean it, but it's just a menstrual stain.' Alya smiled, although annoyed at Si Mbok who became the culprit of misunderstanding

"Mother, but …." Alya tried to explain. But Mother Aisyah did not give her a chance. He was already happy and asked Alya to sit in the living room.

Aditya who heard everything was seen once holding back anger, he grasped the glass in his hand and gripped firmly until the large muscles in his hand were visible. 

Aditya returned to the room without a word, after looking at Alya with a huge flash of disappointment. The man was angry that his eyes were very red and reluctant to speak.

'Mas Aditya, it looks like you misunderstood me, just like them, but it's okay, it's good, you won't bother me anymore, at least your prejudices let you know that I'm not yours anymore.'

Kinan who was in the kitchen, occasionally looked towards Alya.  The woman seems to want to familiarize herself with Alya Or maybe she is happy because Alya has released Aditya completely to have. 

Kinan approached Alya and Aishah's mother while carrying two teas with large glass sizes. 

"Mother's warm tea, this is also for you, Al. Usually if you drink tea in a warm state, the pain will be slightly reduced." The large-bodied woman placed the glass carefully in front of Mother Aisyah and Alya.

Alya knew Kinan was as misunderstood as everyone. Seeing Kinan as a good woman, she said softly, there was no sign of him being a woman who was good at seducing or acting, increasingly makes Alya convinced that the woman sincerely loves Aditya. 

Alya also saw Satria who was smiling from the second floor, the man did not explain, but rather enjoyed this misunderstanding. 

Alya said to Aisyah's mother to take a bath, soon breakfast together will begin. Alya also wants to go to college. But that intention was instantly annihilated by the mother.

"Alya, you permission first a few days, until the pain you feel is gone, later let Satria who will ask permission. Mother does not agree if you go to college, while your condition is now like this."

Alya's in-laws are well aware of what her children might be going through. But please understand, Alya and Satria have not thought of doing the ritual. 

"What Mother said, Al. Mending you do not need to go to campus first, later I will ask permission from the rector. At least three to four days, until your path returns to normal."

Alya increasingly struggling with her husband, he could-can he add a lie that makes them all more sure. 

Again Aditya could not accept all this. The man sitting at the dinner table waiting for breakfast seemed to accidentally drop the glass and startle everyone. 

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