You're Changing, Mas
Inresistant

Happy is felt not only with people around but meet with old friends. Sometimes the longing is there even though we no longer see often, no longer shake hands often. I was so happy to meet him, to remember the good times together. Jokes and laughter decorate the days.

And now I'm finally alone again. Staring at the magnificent luxury building, but unfortunately very few residents. Only quiet and silence that is felt to make the atmosphere become gloomy sometimes frightened. I began to walk into the courtyard, then entered the house with lazy steps. The clock has shown at 6 am before magrib. Then I went into the room.

FLECKISH

"Huaaaaa, sleepy!" I muttered while yawning.

I sat on the side of the bed and dropped my body there. I closed my eyes for a moment, not intending to sleep because soon also Adzan will soon reverberate.

BRAKKK

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim," I was surprised.

I got straight out of bed. And how shocked I was to see the figure of the man who had just soaked his body with water. It was Gibran who had apparently just finished a bath and deliberately smashed the bathroom door hard so that I would wake up from the bed. He thought I was sleeping, when in reality I wasn't.

"Slow down the other time, I close the door. I didn't really sleep anyway" I said staring at Gibran wearing his shirt in front of the mirror. He was silent, whether he listened or not.

I walked over to Gibran.

"Mas, I just met the same...."

"Ssttt, I don't want to listen to your story. Shut up and don't bother me!" said Gibran who immediately cut my words.

"But I was...."

"Silence! I don't care who you meet, okay. Don't bother me!" The impact this time really made me shed tears. It's cruel to Gibran.

I walked straight into the bathroom.

BRAKKK

Hiks..hiks.

I can't stand facing Gibran anymore. He's been a stranger to me, a person I've never known before. Its nature is getting more and more annoying and sickening. Every time I get sick from it.

Being married long enough makes me know my husband inside out. This is indeed a good thing, but there are also negative effects of 'too familiar' with the husband. When you are married and no longer maintain the image, of course everyone will feel more comfortable being themselves. Unfortunately, this convenience can lead to forgetting small things when couples are not so familiar with each other.

When faced with a stressful situation, sometimes forget just to make small talk, or often show enthusiasm, opinions, to appreciation to your partner. Words become a little sharper, and sometimes tend to criticize and complain more often to couples. Indeed, it is necessary to avoid the tendency to behave like that when the relationship with a partner does not run smoothly.

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The next day, it was still in the residence of Gibran Radhika.

"Make me coffee, spout!" tell Gibran after he gets home from the office.

He came home at 8pm to meet me who was watching TV. Yeah, I was there on purpose because of boredom. Then, what wind did Gibran ask me to make coffee for him? Is it possible because I'm indifferent to his return? Not welcome him at all. Yeah, I don't care about Gibran anymore. Foolish he wants to be mad at me or something.

"Woiiii, make me coffee. You're a prank or something!" again, this time Gibran has been very outrageous. No longer even saying my name insulted me.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim," my mind was softened, my eyes began to glaze over.

"If ordered by the husband is obedient, do not be spelled, like you do not have a mouth," he said in a mocking style.

"Don't forget, my friend. I'm like this too because of your care for me!" I firmly held back the crying.

I rushed to the kitchen to make my husband his ordered coffee according to his preferences.

"Nih coffee," I politely placed the coffee right in front of him.

Without saying thank you and without looking at me, Gibran immediately took my coffee with a little sipping it.

CHUMIHHHH

WEKKK

"What a coffee, it doesn't taste good. You're gonna kill me, huh?" Mas Gibran put the cup filled with coffee into the small plate coaster very tightly.

"That's the coffee I used to make for you. How could I possibly kill my own husband," I denied in a nervous voice.

"Try it yourself!"

"The coffee's still hot, Mom."

"Halahhh, you're not a wife."

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim, you are so outrageous that I am Mas."

"Yes, try the coffee!" the door again loudly.

I also with a heart that does not want to directly take the coffee. I'm getting curious about the taste. Is it true that Gibran said that my coffee was not delicious or just his wits to blame Me?

Slowly I sipped the coffee while glancing at Gibran mas with a nanar view.

"It's delicious, really. It doesn't feel strange at all, it's exactly the same as I used to make it for you, "I'm so upset at Gibran's as if he's playing me, his own wife.

"Clearly good, your own people made it," Gibran denied.

"Now, you drink again if you don't believe me," I'm giving a cup of coffee to Gibran mas.

"Halahhh is stale, I'm drinking it!" gibran brushed the coffee away until half the water spilled onto the floor.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim, Mas .. you...!"

"What ... what, huh? Want to be mad at me?" Gibran glared his eyes at me.

I put a cup of coffee back where it was. Then I looked at Gibran with a very disappointed heart.

"I guess your heart is changing, in fact your brain is the same sense of taste you also follow error," I said to mention it.

"HONESTLY, I CAN'T STAND YOUR ATTITUDE, MOM!" Press me with teary eyes.

I immediately stepped away leaving Gibran mas alone with a TV that was still burning and also a cup of coffee that he thought was strange.

"PLEASE GET OUT OF HERE IF YOU CAN'T STAND MY ATTITUDE" HE shouted loudly.

A partner's harsh words are not a proper thing to do because the wife basically has the right to be respected, respected and treated appropriately. Enough, enough I've been sick of it. I'm tired of him. Now it's time I had to act.