Akad Undereviled

Chapter 14 Always Fear

Two days had Arsya gone without any news. As a wife, Alisha was worried but could do nothing. Even asking Arsya number to her in-laws Alisha hates. He would rather be quiet and wait.

Only a prayer can be sent to the man. May it always be in His protection.

Alisha had just finished praying Isya and took off her face. He was surprised by Arsya's arrival. The man walked in without any more greetings knocking on the door. Alisha who at that time had already released her face directly in the fog looking for where she had put her black head covering cloth.

For some reason, Alisha is still not used to being without a hijab in front of Arsya. Though the man had legally become a husband and had seen himself without a hijab before, but still there is still a shame from Alisha or rather a fear that looms in her brain about the behavior of Arsya who once removed her hijab by force.

"Lo find, this." Arsya who was sitting on the sofa where she used to sleep showed the black cloth that Alisha was looking for.

Alisha turned her head, staring at the black cloth in her husband's hand. Then slowly nod.

Arsya's outstretched hand made him walk slowly to take the hijab from Arsya's hand. Instead of giving directly, Arsya actually pulled back his hand when Alisha was about to take the hijab. Like playing.

Arsya's blinking gaze made Alisha instantly nervous. He looked down as the man suddenly stood up to him.

Alisha's heart was pounding faster, more than a habit. In his heart that harbors fear, he continues to hope that Arsya does nothing that will make him more frightened.

The man continued to be silent but his steps further slashed the distance and stopped right in front of his wife. He looked down to pay more attention to Alisha's face. Fear is the first thing Arsya captures in Alisha.

Already know so, Arsya not away but rather getting closer. Her hands stretched out to the back of her head, making Alisha gulp her saliva roughly. He can't guess what Arsya will do.

It felt like he wanted to run but his steps seemed to be fixated.

"M-mas ...," said Alisha. Still down.

Arsya did not answer, the hand that was right behind Alisha's head suddenly pulled the pinned hairpin. Decompose Alisha's previously darkened hair.

Spontaneously, Alisha shouted, "Don't!" His breath to sting only because of Arsya's treatment which he considered scary.

"Why?" ask Arsya without guilt.

Alisha was still speechless, she was still trying to catch her breath.

"It's at home, why not let it go like this," said Arsya holding the tip of Alisha's black hair.

"M-gold ...." Alisha stammered.

"There's nobody here, there's just us" Arsya said. This time his hand touched Alisha's chin and made her look up at him.

"Give me that." Alisha hands outstretched asking for her hijab.

At first Arsya still wanted to play around with Alisha's fear, but could not bear it when the woman's tears suddenly dripped on the back of her hand. Arsya put the black cloth she held in Alisha's palm.

Not wasting a chance, Alisha ran as fast as lightning to the bathroom. Just like before he locked the door and cried there.

The trauma of post-abuse does not easily disappear from Alisha's memory. The sacred bond that unites them is unable to shake off everything that has ever been broken.

The fear of Arsya's figure is still so strong that it controls his soul. The shadows of the fateful night events could have burst into his brain suddenly. It creates a tremendous fear in Alisha. Especially when Arsya approached him.

The sensitive man with the condition of his wife actually smiled when he saw Alisha running in fear. There was a sense of pleasure when he saw his wife frightened when facing her. Without thinking if every treatment back incised a wound on Alisha's soul.

Alisha who never came out of the bathroom made Arsya overtake him. Heartlessly, the man banged on the bathroom door loudly. "Hey, you're doing it in Dalem. Shoot, I'm gonna take a shower!"

Hearing Arsya's cry, Alisha immediately put on a hijab and wiped away the tears. He came out after washing his face in the sink.

When the door opened, Arsya was already waiting at the door with an annoyed look. Alisha looked down again when she faced her husband.

"Gue Lager, prepare a meal for me!" he was like a king when Alisha passed him.

Alisha could only nod and pass. Not knowing if Arsya came home today, Alisha had not cooked anything. After all, he had no taste for food.

She opened the freezer, looking at what ingredients she could use to cook her husband's dinner menu. He did not know what Arsya tastes, but when he made fried rice at that time, Arsya spent it without rest.

Today because there is pasta, Alisha thought to make spaghetti only. Simple and won't take long.

It was not until an hour that Alisha processed the food. By the time he was done and ready to take him to the bar table. In the sata also Arsya out of the room.

The man smelled the delicious aroma of the dishes that Alisha made. Soon he sat at the stool bar and asked for a drink.

Before Alisha told her to taste her cooking, the man did it first. Can't wait for the drink to come, Arsya has scooped spaghetti made by Alisha. There was no comment on Alisha's cooking. There was no praise for the woman who had prepared dinner for him.

Finished making her drink, Alisha took a seat on the sofa. There she waited for her husband who was eating.

Staying in one house does not make Alisha and Arsya familiar. They rarely even talk. Maybe for reasons that made them stay together they never wanted to.

It was as if all was just a compulsion that they were able to escape.

Every now and then, Arsya glanced at Alisha who was sitting on the sofa while opening the majah. Maybe the man did not like his wife, but he could not deny if he liked Alisha cuisine. From fried rice to spaghetti, all Arsyas are greedy.

The last bribe made Arsya turn back to see the wife, at that time Alisha did the same thing. Their views meet. A few seconds that weave an invisible rope between the two.

In a hurry, Alisha severed the rope. His gaze turned to the magazine on his lap. Act as if there is nothing.

Many times he flipped the pages of magazines on his lap. Waiting for Asya to finish her dinner.

Until he felt a breath hit the skin of his cheek. Make the feathers bristled for a moment. When he turned his head there was Arsya who was bent behind the sofa, putting his face not far from his wife's face.

"M-gold ... Arsya?"