A Ghost To Mak

False Allegations

Mak Nur observed the behavior of his only child, the glasses man continued to stick to his daughter-in-law, Laila. Even while the woman was in the shower, Paul faithfully waited outside the bathroom door.

The middle-aged woman let out a heavy sigh. He did not want to interfere in his household affairs. For him, Paul is an adult and can handle his own problems. He left them both and went into the room.

"Oh Allah, what brother is standing here?" laila asked as she exited the bathroom and saw Paul standing on his back against the wall. Laila was already wearing a change of clothes and was wearing a towel that covered her head.

"Wait for Laila to take a shower. Why?" the man turned around.

"Ngapain waiting? Kebelet brother?"

"No."

"Continue?"

"Fear of Laila. That's why my brother waited here. Let Laila be safe."

"Oh God." Laila patted her own forehead. She did not think if her husband's attitude could be overprotective like this.

"To the room, yuk. Let brother help me to get hair done." Paul pulled Laila's arm slowly, and led her into the room.

The man sat Laila in front of the dresser. Grabbing a hairdryer and drying his long hair. Laila just kept quiet, enjoying every friendly attitude from Paul. But to be honest, in his heart there were still many things he wanted to ask. But he did not want to add to the burden of the man.

"OK .. it's dry." Paul turned off the hairdryer and put it back on the table. Both of his hands touched Laila's head, then kissed her head.

"Geli, Bang." Laila shuddered with amusement as Paul's hands rubbed his head to his neck.

"Any more junub bath, honey?" paul whispered behind his ear.

"Big bang, ish." Laila pinched the wrath of Paul's hand holding onto her shoulder. The man smiled. His hand twisted Laila's body to face her. Paul sat down in front of his wife, his hands tightly clasping Laila's hands.

"City ... My brother is not as handsome as Joseph. Not as rich as Sulaiman. Not as perfect as Muhammad. But my brother's heart is only for Laila." The man stared fixedly at the wife's face.

"Angt ... Laila is not as old as Hadijah. Not as good as Fatimah. But Laila will try to be good, even if not the best. For our future." Laila's body rumbled and sat down on the floor.

The two stared at each other, Laila realizing there was something the man was thinking. Paul was reluctant to open up.

"Which why? What's bothering you about your mind?"

Paul let go of his grasp, he stuttered and turned his gaze the other way.

"Bang ...."

Laila grabbed Paul's face and pointed at him. " Reply honest. Don't lie."

"It's okay." Paul took Laila's hand off her face. He then stood up leaving Laila who was still sitting on the floor. Paul laid his body on the bed, not caring for Laila who looked at him with an anxious look.

Laila exhaled heavily, she then stood up and grabbed the veil placed on the hanger attached to the wall. Grab the door handle and get out of the room.

Laila grabbed a knife about to peel some fruit for Mak and Paul. Put the three apples he took out of the refrigerator, and put them on the table. He tried to calm down so as not to think too much about unnecessary things. But the longer, her husband's strange demeanor completely disturbed her mind. Not to mention the words of aunt yesterday who asked about where Adam is. For several years he did not know where the man was.

Laila sat at the dining table alone, her hands busy peeling fruit. Mak Nur was taking a nap in his room. Paul, I don't know what's on his mind. The more asked, the more reluctant the man was to speak. Inevitably, Laila leaves Paul alone.

Aww ....

Laila grimaced as the knife hit her left index finger. He can even still daydream and even peel the skin of his finger deep. He stood up and washed his bleeding hands, then grabbed the medicine in the P3K box in the living room.

Brakk ....

The medicine box that was placed on top of the cupboard fell down, and made its contents scattered on the floor. Laila quickly tidied up the medicines and put them in a box. Blood was still flowing from his fingertips and dripping on the floor.

“Sayang ... that what fell?” exclaim Paul. Laila did not look or answer.

The man came out of the room and saw Laila sitting down treating his bleeding finger.

“Yes Allah. Laila why?” ask Paul. The man was about to reach for the drops Laila was holding. But Laila quickly dodged.

“Abang what?”

“Abang bantuin, yes.”

“Neventless. Laila can be alone!” exclaim Laila. He tried to ignore Paul who was looking at him with a worried look. Paul sat down next to Laila and watched.

“Awww...”  Laila grimaced in pain as the medicine she dropped hurt. Unable to stand his wife's coldness, Paul slightly forced her to grab Laila's wrist and blow her softly. Try to make the pain a little less.

“Udah does not hurt, really. Don't bother to help.” Laila pulled back her hand that Paul was holding, then wrapped her finger with gauze.

“Why? Don't need help brother?” ask Paul in a slightly high tone. His eyes stared intently at Laila who was still unconcerned about her existence.

“Laila .. replied brother!” exclaim Paul. Trying to hold his tone so as not to be too high and Mak could wake up from his sleep.

“Nothing to discuss. Laila can be alone, kok.” Laila stood up and kept the medicine box back in place. He returned to the kitchen and continued to peel the fruit.

Paul breathed heavily. He followed Laila into the kitchen. Laila closed her lips, trying to focus on peeling the fruit and not caring about Paul who was standing behind her.

“Ke room ... Brother wants to talk,” said Paul. He held his breath hunting. This was the first time he felt anger at his wife's cold demeanor.

“Later, yes. Wait for Laila to finish peeling the fruit,” said Laila without turning to Paul.

Laila exhaled, she placed the knife and fruit on the table, and followed Paul into the room.

Paul sat on the cross-legged bed, his gaze straight ahead. When Laila entered the room, the man did not even look.

“What do you want to talk about?” ask Laila. He stood beside Paul.

“Sit!” exclaim Paul. His attitude and speech were cold. Without much comment, Laila followed Paul's words. He sat down in front of Paul, staring at the bespectacled man in front of him.

“Laila has sat down. What's up?” ask Laila. Speech cold.

“Why didn't you want to help brother?”

“Laila can be alone, really. Brother don't lebay, ah.” Laila tried to be relaxed. Although his heart did not like to hear Paul speaking in a high tone.

“Lebay what? Usually I want help too! Is Laila the same brother? Answer!” exclaim Paul. His eyes glared at Laila.

“Yes Allah. Brother! Is that how far your mind goes with Laila? Istighfar, Bang!” exclaim Laila. He tried to hold back his tears from falling.

“Laila's attitude has recently changed. Wh why? Kangen someone 'does?” asked Paul in a dislike tone.

“Do not recite, Brother! Yes Allah.” Laila cupped her face, her tears flowing. He did not expect to see Paul's cold attitude so soon. The man before him looked terrible when he was angry.

Paul quiet. He let Laila cry. The woman was crying.

“Laila's heart and mind are there Adam's? Laila's past men, right? Answer!” it's Paul again.

Laila's crying is getting better. The man even let her cry, even accusing her of deepening.

“Do not original recriminate, Brother!” exclaim Laila. He wiped his tears. Staring at Paul like everyone else.

“Lalu ... Own brother. Why have you been acting so weird lately?”

“A-odd what?” paul asked a little. He turned his face away, losing his guts as Laila turned to look at him fixedly.

“Jawab Laila's. Don't be accused without proof!”

“Abang doesn't like to see Laila talk about Adam and aunt. Brother doesn't like Laila constantly daydreaming about that guy!”

“Abang knows what Laila's mind is about? Origin Brother knows ... Laila just thought of Brother! No one thinks of another man!” exclaim Laila. His heart ached being accused of that. Paul's mouth was open to reply to Laila's words.

“One more thing. Laila had been patient enough to face all the women who approached Abang. The incident the other day with Fitri, already Laila lupain. Laila was trying to be neutral. But you can accuse Laila like this. Brother fight!”

Laila wiped away her tears that were flowing more and more. The hijab was wet with tears. Paul lowered his face, he did not expect that his words would end this way.

“Laila, Darling. That's not what you mean.” Paul raised his face, his hand about to grab Laila's hand, but was immediately brushed aside.

“Then what does Brother mean? Huh!” exclaim Laila. Breath hunting. For the first time Laila was angry with Paul. The man was silent, Paul approached himself trying to grab Laila in his arms. So calm her down to stop crying.

“Laila, sorry brother.” Paul touches Laila's shoulder, but the woman continues to move backwards, away from Paul's body. Slowly the crying of Laila stopped. His face was down, but his hands were holding his stomach, he felt a cramp there.

“Yes Allah, sick!” Laila whimpered, her body drooping on the mattress with her stomach. The bespectacled man panicked, grabbing Laila in his arms. Trying to calm himself.

“Sorry brother, darling. O Allah. Stupid brother. Wrong brother!”

Paul felt Laila's breath hunting. His wife's body shook violently. Paul forgot the midwife's message the other day, in order to maintain the mood of a pregnant woman.

“Sayang .. sorry brother. Calm down. Wrong brother was originally talking.” Paul tightened his embrace, trying to give it some calm. The pain slowly dissipated, Laila trying to regain her strength.

“Laila wants to go home! Not to be the same brother!” Laila tries to get herself out of Paul's arms. But the man's hold was too strong.

“Ngak .. don't. Don't stay brother. Naw. Brother is sorry!” paul said on the back of his broken cry. He continued to strengthen his embrace because Laila kept on trying to escape.

“Lepasin Laila, Brother!”

“Ngak will. Laila will stay here the same brother!”

“No! Laila wants to go home to Abi!”

“Do not! Don't give me permission!”

“Awas! Lepasin Laila!”

“Ngak. Brother, I'm sorry, honey. Sorry ...” Paul loosened his embrace, the bespectacled man sinking deeper into his tears. The shirt he was wearing was wet. Laila wiped the tears on her cheek. Trying to be neutral.

“Laila hates it. Childish brother. Laila hates Abang playing accuse without proof!”

“Iya ..  Brother understands. Brother wrong. Laila wants to maki-maki Brother please. Brother accept.”

“Laila's antar. Brother calm himself. Laila tired!”

Laila stood up, approached the closet and opened it. Grabbing some clothes taught her and put them on the bed. Paul got up and prevented Laila's hand from putting the clothes in the bag.

“Kasih Brother second chance. I promise you it won't be like this again.” Paul looked at Laila with a pleading gaze.

“Appointment?”