Akad Undereviled

Chapter 12 Trauma

It was late at night, even morning was almost here. At two in the morning, when Alisha woke up and found her husband had not returned home. He also took ablution to perform evening prayers.

At the end of his prostration he mentions the husband in prayer. This marriage may never have wanted both, but the said agreement at that time was not a toy. It all happened with seriousness.

Although not close but Alisha is aware of her obligations as a wife. Praying for the husband.

Finish salat and munajat. I heard the apartment door open. Soon Alisha came out, still with her face.

"Astagfirullahaladzim," cried Alisha saw her husband on the papah by a man.

Seeing the figure of Alisha in Arsya's apartment, Jimmy slightly jerked. He forgot his friend had a wife. He didn't even knock on the door before and just went in without permission.

Feeling that Arsya's body was so heavy he immediately threw it onto the sofa. His breathing was still dull after picking up the drunk man from the bottom to the tenth floor.

"I'm sorry, I forgot that you've been living here, so I went right in" Jimmy said as Alisha continued to watch.

"You ...."

"Jimmy, Arsya's manager" said Jimmy quickly.

Jimmy reached out his hand, but Alisha replied to him, flinching and looking at Jimmy's hand. The woman then cupped her hands in front of her chest to return Jimmy's hand.

"I remember, you were also present at our wedding" Alisha said.

Jimmy nodded. He who received an unusual reception from Alisha pulled his hand back. To reduce the embarrassment he rubbed the hand to stroke his own hair while smiling.

"If you may know, why Mas Arsya?" ask Alisha.

"He was drunk, so I drove him home."

Alisha nodded in understanding. "Thank you for taking Mas Arsya home."

"Eh, yes." Jimmy was confused what to do with his best friend's wife. Usually he would stay at Arsya's apartment after dropping off the man but now it feels impossible.

"Then I say good." I think this is the right path. Get out of Arsya's house.

"Yes, thank you, Mom."

After Jimmy leaves, Alisha tries to wake Arsya up. "Mas, get up, let's move."

A few times Alisha tried but Arsya kept flinching. Unable to leave Arsya sleeping in the living room, Alisha tried to get her husband into the room. Alisha tried hard because Arsya's weight is not as light as she thought.

"Eh, Jim, why the hell did you take that job. Males knows, I have to work with the girl," Arsya raved when Alisha hired her.

"Huh, why are you diem." Arsya pats the cheek of Alisha whom she considers Jimmy.

Alisha tried to ignore Arsya's every concoction, because she was no longer able to withstand the weight of the man's body. Once on the bed, Alisha takes her hand off until Arsya falls. Only his body was on the bed but his legs dangled to the floor. Slowly Alisha took off her husband's shoes and lifted her feet on the bed.

He also corrected the position of Arsya's head that was tilted to be comfortable. That's when Arsya was back. This time his eyes were slightly open.

"Jim, what are you wearing, anyway. Why are you wearing a head covering like that cheap chick."

Alisha hears but does not respond to drunk people.

"Udah, you take it off." Arsya pulls the face that Alisha is wearing but can still keep Alisha from escaping.

"Don't, Mas!"

"Lo why, lo it's a guy, don't pantes wear a head covering like this. Let's get out!" This time Arsya was a little pushy. The man even woke up to pull the stronger mukena that Alisha was wearing.

"Don't, Mas, stop!" Alisha tried to defend her face but unfortunately Arsya's pull was stronger and the face was detached from Alisha's head.

"Well, that's dong. Men don't wear headgear." Arsya laughed with eyes not separated from Alisha.

Her crying broke with her body leaning against the bathroom door. He held a tight face in his chest. The memory of the night that Arsya forced her to open her hijab came to mind.

The horrible incident made him so scared that he could not hold back his tears. Mukena in his chest he used to close his mouth so as not to scream even though tears were relentlessly hardened.

Alisha's legs were limp, she sat on the floor with tears that never ended.

Why is it so hard to forget this incident. Post-rape trauma can only be carried alone without being shared.

A little bit of Arsya's aggressive attitude must trigger those bad memories. Until when it should be like this. Even now Arsya was her husband, no longer the man who touched her with brutality.

But Alisha does not easily throw it away. That's also what makes Alisha unable to act as the wife she should. Physical contact makes the trauma reappear in the memory.

Alisha kept thinking about the bad things in her. He often blames himself for what happened that night. It made her continue to cry in regret and fall asleep involuntarily.

The door made Alisha flinch. Arsya's demanding voice forced her to rise immediately.

"Hey, you're in the dalem, yeah. Open the door, I'm gonna pee!" shouted Arsya.

Hurry Alisha put on the mukena she had been holding since last night, then opened the bathroom door she had locked.

Arsya's gaze made Alisha immediately run away from the man.

It seems that dawn has passed and Alisha just woke up. Several times he spoke Istighfar in his heart. As soon as Arsya came out, Alisha immediately went back into the bathroom. He took off the face he was wearing and put it in the laundry basket.

Taking ablution and rushing to prayer. After that, Alisha who saw Arsya back to sleep did not bother the man. He chose to do his job of cleaning the house and cooking.

Having bought groceries yesterday afternoon, Alisha can cook fried rice with sausage and omelet. When Alisha was busy arranging the results of her cooking into a serving dish suddenly Arsya's voice surprised her.

"Udah mateng?"

Alisha. He looked at the source of the voice. There, near the man's refrigerator was standing while drinking canned drinks from the refrigerator.

The fear that last night was still there made Alisha stutter to answer Arsya's question. "Have it, Mom."

The man immediately sat at the stool bar carrying a cold drink in his hand.

"Mas Arsya wants breakfast?"

Her husband twitched his temple before replying, "Take it here!"

Soon Alisha brought a plate of fried rice that she had prepared and immediately intended to leave the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" ask Arsya.

"That's it, take a shower. Get ready to work, Mom."

"Keep, you fried rice who eats." Arsya pointed to a plate of fried rice that was still intact.

"Later on, Mommy." Alisha ran straight to the room.

Arsya could only shrug her shoulders looking at the strange attitude of the wife.

In the room, Alisha tries to calm herself down. He set his breath to relax.

"Swimming Alisha. Arsya is not a monster to be feared. Now he is your husband" Alisha said in her heart.

It turns out that bad events are not easily lost from memory.

"Oh my God, until when will I be like this. Do I have to go to a psychologist?"