Akad Shackle

Akad

"I accept his marriage and the marriage of Naura Rahmania bint Lukman Hakim with the mascawine, cash.”

"Huh?" penghulu also circulated his views on both witnesses of the marriage of Rahma and Anggara.

"Well" the two witnesses replied in unison, followed by several people who also said the word legitimate when the procession of the agreement was over.

Five minutes that changed everything, with just five minutes, he was the one who changed the service of a woman from the mother who gave birth to her to a foreign man who came and asked for her suddenly.

Rahma took a deep breath, now her status has changed to a wife of Anggara Prayoga, a police officer with a fairly high position in the West Java POLDA.

Smiles on the lips of the two as one by one invited guests began to arrive and congratulate. An unusual wedding because the groom still has to wear his great clothes.

Exactly at four in the afternoon the reception and the meeting of the two big families was over. Anggara's parents who came from Bandung decided to return at that time because there were other activities that could not be left the next day. Likewise, Mr. Lukman and his family, they also decided to go home after the event was over.

Stay Rahma and Anggara who are now in a hotel room that has been prepared before. After cleaning her face, Rahma rushed into the bathroom to clean up.

"Mas, would you like to pray together?" Rahma who had changed clothes with a home-made robe leaned her face towards the balcony of the room. Anggara was seen sipping a cigarette and exhaling smoke through his nose to the sky he was staring at.

Anggara turned his head, he saw Rahma at a glance then he turned his gaze back to the beginning and continued his activities.

"You go first" he replied after having time to sip the cigarette again.

Rahma just sighed, she went back into the room and fulfilled her ashar obligation alone. The hope to be accepted to pray by the husband was only limited to wishful thinking.

Rahma opens her face and folds it in a still resting position on top of the container.

"I've prepared a house for you not far from where you teach" Anggara who had been sitting casually on the sofa in the room began the conversation.

"Mommy mean?" Rahma, who did not understand the words of her husband, asked. Why Anggara bothered to buy a house for her in Garut, not after marriage should she participate wherever her husband went who is currently on duty in Bandung.

"Rahma, there are things you need to know" Anggara paused his speech, seen him take a deep breath before revealing what had been in his mind.

"What Mas?" asked Rahma curiously.

"I married you only because you were the only woman my family accepted"

Suddenly something big felt hit Rahma's chest.

"Mommy mean?" Rahma tried to neutralize her troubled heart when she heard what her husband said.

"I've been very troubled by the request of my extended family to get married. But every woman I carry is always outside their standards. It was only when I brought you that they were so interested in thinking you were the right woman to be with me. But I'm sorry Rahma I have a lover whose heart is currently hurting because I decided to marry you" Anggara fell silent again for a moment.

Rahma lowered her head hiding her suddenly dewy eyes. He tried to hold on with all his might so that the dew did not turn into a water circle.

"No Rahma, she is my future" Anggara said without guilt.

Rahma's chest was again hit by something hard and this time she really could not stem the dew that turned into water and suddenly escaped just wetting her cheeks. He looked down again hiding his tears, not wanting to look pitiful.

"So what do you want now?" the question just escaped Rahma's lips, she seemed to wipe the tears on her cheek. She tried hard and tried to follow her husband's play

"That question I was waiting for" Anggara moved from the sofa he was sitting on, he opened the small desk drawer located beside his bed.

"This is the key to the house I've prepared for you, I bought it on your behalf as compensation for having brought you the hassle of my life"

"In the marriage book officially in the eyes of religion and law you are my wife. But I'm sorry Rahma, before I married you I promised my lover that I would marry her after I married you. And I promise never to touch you, because I, my heart and my whole soul and body belong to her"

Rahma just looked at her husband with a hard-to-understand look, what is this? what kind of marriage is she building right now? thought Rahma.

"You stay here, keep doing your usual activities. I do too, once a week or so I will come to see you. I will reason to my family if you can't leave your teaching here" Anggara said

He took his car keys and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going, man?" rahma's question managed to stop Anggara's move.

"Do you really want to know?" he asked with one corner of his lips and answered a nod by Rahma.

"I want to see my lover, he's been waiting too long" Anggara replied as he sauntered towards the door of the room.

"Mas" calls Rahma again stop Anggara movement that already holds the door handle.

"Maybe for you our marriage is just a game, a strategy to smooth your way to your true happiness, you think. Sorry, I can't think of it that way. Marriage is sacred to me. The holy covenant of a servant before his Lord. If at this time you think that I do not care because it is your business with your God, my duty is only to obey what my husband commanded as long as it does not contradict religious law. If you ask me to stay here and teach as usual, fine I will. As long as your ridhom is in it I am calm. Because the key to my success, the key to my current success is in your ridhomu"

Anggara momentarily fell silent after Rahma ended her words.

"Go Mas, you have to keep your promise" Rahma again voiced because she saw Anggara still flinching where he stood at this time.

Anggara turned to the woman who is currently his wife. It looks like Rahma is tidying up her face to put it back in the suitcase. Actually Anggara wanted to ask why Rahma put her face back in the suitcase. But the ringing of the phone in his pants pocket made him cancel that intention.

Anggara reached into his pants pocket to pick up a phone that had rang several times. He saw a familiar name clearly displayed on the screen of his phone. My Love's.

"Hallo, dear" Anggara immediately picked up her phone and rushed out of the room without looking back at Rahma who was unable to hold back her tears.

Rahma was crying so much, a cry that did not make a sound but looked very heart-wrenching. Rahma cried not because she regretted her marriage, she cried because it turned out that this was her destiny to marry only as a complement to her husband's status in the eyes of her family. It turned out that she was unable to be the only woman who reigned in her husband's heart.