Akad Shackle

Get used to

"I'm sorry A" Rahma's voice broke the silence, after a few minutes of silence in the room they occupied, they dissolved in their minds, Rahma finally began to make a sound.

Tama gasps when she hears the call Rahma made for her. There was something warm inside his chest. As simple as that, just hearing a simple call from Rahma was able to make her heart flowery.

Tama stared fixedly at the shady-looking girl, the face that always danced in her memory. The face that spoke yet still did not set its sights on Tama.

"I'm sorry I was late knowing what Aa felt towards me and I'm sorry if I can't return Aa's feelings. Insha Allah Aa will get a better woman than Aa expected. God will prepare the best life companion for Aa" Rahma took a deep breath, she turned her face the other way as her eyes suddenly warmed up, while Tama kept looking at her.

"It's noon A, it's been too long since I left class. My students waited too long. I'm sorry to go back to class" Rahma ended her association with Tama that morning, she stood up and stepped towards the exit.

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"Rahma.." Rahma's greeting was interrupted when Tama called her again, she stopped her steps and turned towards Tama.

Tama stood up from her seat, putting both hands into her pants pocket. He looked at Rahma who seemed to be waiting for what she would say.

"What's wrong?" ask Rahma finally,

"I love you" Tama said with her voice making Rahma flinch at hearing it, she nailed to her place standing at this time reciprocating Tama's gaze no less deep.

"Last up here" Rahma replied accompanied by a thin smile Rahma gave in response to Tama's declaration of love for her. He chose to pass and left Tama alone after saying his full greeting.

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At exactly two o'clock in the afternoon Anggara was already in the parking lot of special school teachers and foundation employees. He wears an all-black outfit combined with a brown jacket that looks cool and macho. To support her casual appearance, Anggara uses a neutral white sneaker.

"Darling, I'm already in the parking lot"

The message Anggara sent to Rahma and did not wait for long immediately got a reply from Rahma who was waiting for him.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mas, sorry for the long wait?" Rahma came to her husband half-run, after getting a message from Anggara if he was already in the parking lot Rahma immediately slid from the teacher's room to the parking lot after previously saying goodbye to Lisna and other teacher friends who were still at school.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" Anggara replied, holding out a hand to greet Rahma's right hand, who then greeted her and kissed the back of her hand.

"No, I also just nyampe and directly chat you. How are you, ready?" ask Anggara attentively,

"Yes, I'm ready"

"In a moment" Anggara got off the bike and opened his seat, he took out a paper bag from the trunk of the motorcycle and it turned out to contain Rahma's jacket that he brought from home.

"Here, I brought you a jacket. Last morning I saw you don't wear a jacket afraid of coming home and catching a cold. Wear it" Anggara stretched out the jacket he had removed from the paper bag, he re-inserted his paper bag into the trunk of the motorbike after Rahma received the jacket.

"Well, thank you" said Rahma a little nervous, she was still not used to the attention given by her husband. A fairly drastic change occurred from the way Anggara treated Rahma during this week,

"Here, I put up" after seeing Rahma finished wearing her jacket, Anggara again showed her attention to Rahma by pouncing on her helmet and was about to put it on Rahma.

Rahma did not refuse, she received all the warm treatment from her husband. Until now Rahma still hopes if the marriage she lived is a marriage that will take her to heaven.

"Same dear, let's ride" Anggara started his bike, he was ready to piggyback his wife to the spot on their agenda this morning. Anggara does not know if currently Rahma's cheeks increasingly blushing after hearing back herself called affection by Anggara.

It did not take long for Rahma and Anggara to reach the shopping center in downtown Garut. Supermarkets became their destination this time.

After parking the motorbike in the basement area of the supermarket they were both preparing to go to the supermarket floor that provides groceries and other kitchen needs. Not to forget Anggara clasped Rahma's hand tightly as they walked out of the parking area.

Grep's....." Come on baby" Anggara grabbed Rahma's hand and led her along, again Anggara's treatment made Rahma's heart beat faster than usual. He really is not used to it.

Without a sound, Rahma followed where her husband was stepping, Anggara's hand was released when they reached the destination floor and brought a shopping trolley.

Like a married couple like, Anggara pushed a trolley and gave Rahma along each hallway between rows of shelves containing various kitchen and other household needs.

Over time, Rahma gets used to the little attention her husband gives her. She also began to hesitate again when she had to ask her husband for help to bring her groceries.

After finishing shopping for all the household needs, Rahma and Anggara decided to eat. So busy shopping they do not realize that time has passed from the Ashar prayer.

"It's four o'clock more, we haven't prayed Ashar" Rahma reminded the husband who was waiting in line with her at the cashier.

"Yes, after this we go to the mushala yes" Anggara replied with a smile,

"Honey, just use this" Anggara took out her debit card and handed it to Rahma when she saw Rahma would pay for groceries with her debit card.

"But mas.." Rahma's speech came to a halt when Anggara coded with the look of his eyes so that Rahma would not refuse, she said, he also received an Anggara debit card and handed it to the cashier after previously reinserting his debit card into the bag.

Shopping activities that ended with a meal were both completed before the magrib. Rahma and Anggara arrived back at their home just as the magrib adhan was reverberating.

Rahma also brought her groceries into the house, while Anggara parked his motorcycle.

"Honey let the mas carry, the bag of crackle that is heavy" Anggara instructions that Rahma keep the bag of crackles containing the pot that has been fortified to be brought inside.

"Yes mas" without arguing, Rahma also kept it on the porch of the house, he first opened the lock.

Their togetherness again continues with the moment of congregational prayer and together with cleaning groceries in the kitchen after the prayer isya

Rahma asks Anggara not to help her and tells her to wait in the living room but Anggara wants to help Rahma.

During this one week Anggara changed one hundred and eighty degrees. Little things concerning Rahma did not go unnoticed Anggara, he always made sure if his wife did not lack anything. Anggara is always there and petrified Rahma in every homework done by his wife.

Anggara's change in attitude at first made Rahma feel strange, within days Rahma Bakan still felt awkwardness between the two of them. Until finally after many things that they passed both during this week finally made Rahma more accustomed.

There was a sense of happiness in his heart when he saw the change in Anggara's attitude, the concept of marriage sakinah mawaddah warahmah began to feel Rahma. For him, it is not difficult to cultivate a sense of mawaddah for his halal partner. For a long time, that was his wish. Falling in love with a man who is lawful to love and anchoring his heart and devotion only to his priest.

Rahma looked at the clinging Anggara who was putting some food in the refrigerator. She chose to obey her husband who told her to sit down and just direct Anggara where she should store the groceries.

"Mas, may you be careful with your attitude. May my heart always be awake just umtukmu my halal partner. Help me to always obey yourself. Because after marrying you my paradise is in your service" Rahma murmured in her heart,