You're Changing, Mas
The Miss of Love Unfortunately

Everyone who builds a household will definitely feel happiness, sadness and various trials of life. One of them is a test that we sometimes encounter, because the reality of life is a test to become a better person.

In the course of the household sometimes there is a thing that tests the faith and patience of a wife, for example, about the nature or behavior of a husband who sometimes makes hurt or feels not fully entitled as someone who is lived and protected.

A wife is close to her duty as a person who serves her husband in all his needs, providing food for her husband, and obey the orders of the husband as long as the husband rules an affair in accordance with Islamic law. The wife is always ranked second or below the husband because it has become his nature.

"Alright, I'll start from sweeping the yard, then cleaning the house and lastly cooking. I'll do it all, Amanda's spirit, you should be able to, fight!" I cheered myself up, walking to the front yard of the house holding a broom.

Yeah, right now I'm gonna sweep the yard from front to back. I hope I can do well.

I live the life of a real wife, this is my life now. I have to get used to this even though I am not used to it and I was not used to it before. Yes, my life used to be not very gini-gini, but now why do I feel like a lot of burden even work. But as much as possible I live it with sincerity.

"Well, uh, Amanda's mom cleaned the yard, usually the waiter?" one of my neighbors greeted me and asked about the work I was doing right now.

"Oh, that's because all the waiters took a day off at home, Mom!" answer lied.

It would be impossible if I were telling the truth, that my husband had fired all the servants and now the housework has been given to me. If I tell you the truth, then everyone will think badly of Gibran. Yes, but the truth is so.

"Owalahhh, pretty-beautiful changing profession anyway. Be careful, Ma'am will get hot so black face," he said, either encouraging, comforting me or insulting me. I don't care.

"Yes, thank you, ma'am" I said as cordially as possible.

It's only natural that there are neighbors who say that, because they know everyday is usually the waiter who does it. Maybe they wonder why I have to do the work that is usually done by servants, let alone my yard and mas Gibran has a yard the size of a rich man's house in general. I hope my neighbor doesn't think that's weird.

I have to what if it's like this. I also could not have broken my husband's orders. But in my heart, honestly I'm very disappointed in what Gibran's been doing to me lately. He just told me this and that. The promise is not as sweet as it used to be and not as beautiful as I imagined when I was with her at the beginning of the marriage.

What I believe now is that disappointment is not meant to destroy, but is meant to strengthen oneself.

So a wife must be patient and accept her husband as he is, because that is the original intention when married is to become a devout wife so that it can make her marriage as a way to heaven.

In building a household, a wife must also be able to refrain from complaining about the husband's attitude, husband's treatment, and the tests that come. Although it is not easy, but we are commanded to keep training it.

Dert dert dertt

Jesus, I just realized that there was a phone call from Dewi, who today began officially working as Gibran's secretary in the office. The goddess must have told me something.

Hello Ma'am wherever from earlier I did not pick up the phone. This is the 7th call from me.

Yeah, I'm sorry I did a lot of work, so the phone was kept in the room.

Much work? What work, Ma'am?

No, I just want to ask, Gibran mas until noon gini has not been to the office again, but he was out of the office at 10 am. Did Gibran go home for lunch? Half an hour later there's a meeting. I'm calling him he's not being raised with your husband either.

She's not coming home, Wi. Mending you ready all the meeting files first, let it not be complicated if Gibran back office.

Okay, Mommy.

But we have not had time to cut our phone, there is a baritone sound that is quite echoing to my ears. The goddess also had not had time to turn off her phone.

"Goddess, prepare all the meeting materials to my room," he said, I know very well this is the sound of Gibran.

"Eh, i-iya sir," replied the Goddess sounding nervous.

"Are you on the phone?" tanya mas Gibran dominates.

"Ah, no sir. I just wanted to call Father, uh apparently the Father came," said Dewi reasoned.

"Yes, quickly prepare the file now. I don't want to be late for the meeting later" Gibran's orders sounded cold and I heard Gibran's faint steps away from the Goddess.

"Huh, almost there!" muttered the Goddess sighing with relief.

I'm sure Dewi must be worried half dead, almost found out that the Goddess called me. Everything will be revealed and Gibran must be furious later.

Hello Goddess, are you okay?

Ah, yes Ma'am. My heart almost fell off hearing Gibran was behind me. Fortunately, he did not talk about us.

Next time be careful, first look at the situation there. Sometimes Gibran comes on suddenly.

Ok, deh Mama. I hung up on him first. I want to give you the same meeting file as Gibran now. Bye Mother Amanda.

Bye Goddess.

The phone was disconnected too. I smiled blandly at Gibran's voice from across the street. Even though we were far away, I was happy to hear his voice. But what a pity, his friendly and gentle voice that used to be no longer heard, but rather cold and sniffy.

"I miss you, ma'am. I miss your voice when I call out to me with the word dear, I miss your caress and your affection for me, mas!" I murmured softly, not feeling any tears falling down my cheeks.

"O Allah, please return Gibran to me as before with his warm and sincere attitude and behavior" I pray that my relationship and my husband improve as usual.

No matter how great a wound or disappointment, it was a trial that God gave to His servant. That's when we can learn the lesson of success. The best love is marriage. The best way to love is to pray for each other.