Night In Istanbul
Am I Still Beautiful?

"assalamualaik. Pa, Indra, Mama's home."

"mama!" Indra ran away screaming towards me who was still in front of the door.

I caught Indra with a tight hug. Ryan came to me immediately.

"what is Indra doing with Papa at home?"

"papa was ngajarin Indra count the same play snake ladder Ma. Keep Papa lost while playing snake stairs," grinned Indra towards Mas Ryan.

"well, great mama's boy can beat Papa."

"yes, Papa lost to Indra" said my husband while stroking Indra's hair.

"ayo Ma, come in first. So you take a shower and get ready to pray ashar congregation."

"iya Pa. I went straight to my room."

Ryan and Indra are still downstairs. Sometimes I hear their joking voices.

I realize that I've been bathing in sweat all day, now it's time to take a cold shower. Immediately I entered the bathroom and prepared to go downstairs to pray ashar congregation.

We always try to pray at home. Unless I go to college till night, then Mas Ryan will ask Indra to pray at the nearest Mosque.

"how was Ma's college?" ask Mas Ryan after we finish the prayer.

"smart Pa. There was only an empty clock. One of the professors is absent."

"later to dinner would Mama Masakin what Pa?"

"don't cook Ma. Papa cooked his vegetable soup as fried as many years."

"eating the same menu this afternoon is okay Pa?"

"it's okay Ma. I did deliberately cook a lot so you don't have to cook dinner. Fear of college."

"thank you Pa. The taste of dinner is the same as the lunch menu?" I immediately hugged Indra who was aware of seeing us.

"yes Ma" he answered according to.

"ma, ketchup's up. Only Papa has not had time to come out because it was cooking and some while nemenin Indra."

"oh yes Pa. Mama get ready now to the mini market near here huh."

"no need to Ma. My mom just arrived too. Papa's out."

As always. Ryan doesn't want me to look tired or exhausted.

"iya Pa. Sorry about the P. ngerepotin."

"it's okay Ma. Is there anything else you want to buy?"

"last month's shopping yesterday Pa. So it looks like soy sauce is the same snack for Indra aja."

I immediately pulled out my wallet and ATM card.

"i'm leaving now Ma. Assalamualaikum," Ryan went straight out while closing the door.

"wassalamu'alaikum," replied Indra and I compact.

Look, just tumbens. Usually Mas Ryan always waiting for you to answer the new greetings out. How to rush that.

"ma, let's meet Indra counting again this morning," Indra's request seemed to divert my mind.

"can. Yuk started Indra, Mama Dengerin," I immediately took Indra.

"one. two. three.. four..."

Indra continued counting until the number 20. I rewarded him with compliments and a chubby kiss on his cheek.

The day is getting late. The senses begin to evaporate. Mas Ryan immediately carried Indra to his bedroom right next to our room.

After putting Indra to sleep we immediately went to the room. I turned on the lights to change my sleepwear.

When taking a nightgown, the reflection of the mirror on the dresser made me sit for a moment.

I look carefully at my face. Fine wrinkles are already seen in the line of lip smiles. When I tried to smile it turned out that at the end of the eye there was also. Black spots also do not want to lose decorate the skin on my face.

I'm lyrics to the dresser. There is only a powder, foundation and two bars of natural color lipstick. There is absolutely no Skincare.

Yeah, I didn't buy Skincare to save money. Because for our daily needs we only rely on full scholarship money and delivery brother Andi my brother.

I'm usually always so funny. Ryan never protested because I didn't take care of my face. But after meeting the two beautiful people both Tina and Mba Sinta, normally all women would want facial skin like them. And now I feel like I'm really not as pretty as I used to be when I was a teenager.

"why baby, how about a dream in front of a glass?"

Mas Ryan's gentle pat woke up to regain consciousness.

"mas, am I still pretty?" Many doubt.

"you are beautiful, baby. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful" Mas Ryan replied as he kissed my cheek many times.

"but I'm 30 years old. And there were fine wrinkles and black spots on the face. I am not a teenager anymore. I wasn't like us when we first met and got married at first."

"my darling, Bidadiku. In my eyes you are still the most beautiful. All humans will eventually grow old. Yes, I also have wrinkles near my lips. Keep Mas's abdominal muscles from sixpack to onepack," said Mas Ryan while showing his onepack stomach.

"hehehe. yes Mas."

"well, that's dong. Your smile is like sugar. It's so sweet."

"ih.. Ryan's a tombal."

"why is it suddenly like that, baby? Usually you're just ignorant and don't think much about looks."

"so right I ate with Tina and Intan I met Indonesian women who were traveling Mas. She is beautiful as a model. And we talked for a while. It turns out he was over three years old. But his facial skin is really good. As often treatment. And that Mba looks like 25 years old."

"i think I've been pretty ignorant because Tina is also pretty and my best friend. But when there are two beautiful people in front of me I become inferior. I can't make up at all and I don't have any face care at all..."

"when I was 25, my skin was still good."

I seemed to bring out my uneg-uneg to Mas Ryan who I had been quieting all this time.

"dear I upset you for that?" ryan hugged straight from behind.

"try now Mas asked, who met you at home and saw your daily life Mas or them?"

"yes, it's Ryan.."

"why do you think of people who don't even know your daily life, dear?"

I just silently stared at Mas Ryan's question. In my mind, I just want to buy skin care for treatment. And I think that's still a reasonable limit. It's just that yeah. The problem is that our money is not enough.

But it's late and I'm tired. Mas Ryan has a point, too.

I'm the one who's been ignorant with the appearance of wavering just because of two beautiful women?

"yes Mas. Thank you" I replied with a smile.

Ryan replied to my thanks with a soft kiss.

"sleep yuk baby. You need to get enough rest."

I agreed to Mas Ryan's invitation and slept as usual. Although not the answer I want, but Mas Ryan's response seemed to make this heart relieved.

I may not be as beautiful as I used to be . But in my husband's eyes, I was always as beautiful as the first time we met.