Between Me and My Husband

Who is Delia

"I don't know exactly when, Delia arrived at our house. At first he came in the morning and came home at night, following his mother who worked at our house. Because our age difference is not too far away, we often play together, to grow together. Papa and Mama also loved him because of Delia's cheerful nature at that time."

"Did you know I have a sister? He's 10 minutes different from me." Tanya Mas Dipta arrived. I who heard it carefully became stunned.

"Huh? Is it 10 minutes different? Ah.. Did you have a twin sister?" I went back to Mas Dipta.

"Yes, from the baby he already has problems with his health. Almost half of his life was spent in hospitals and rooms. Delia often comes to accompany and comfort him, because of Delia's cheerful nature, my sister's days become more smiling. When we were little, Papa's business was not as successful as it is now, so for the treatment of my sister, Papa and Mama must find here and there. When her health deteriorated and had to be operated on, Mama finally decided to sell all her assets in the village." Mas Dipta paused his story. He looked at me and tucked some of my hair behind his ear.

"Maybe, when you were swinging and I was drawing in the park that was our last day in the village. After that there is no longer a name to go home. All the land and houses have been sold that day, hoping that the money from the sale can heal my sister." He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, considering that the sad times used to sometimes make the chest tight again.

It is only fitting that when we walked in the village yesterday, he said that the day we met in the garden as a child was a day of mourning for him. I rubbed his shoulders to calm him down. But not the calm I saw, just in the corner of his eyes I saw her pooled tears that were as strong as she could hold so as not to drip.

Many times he took a breath and exhaled it.

I got him a glass of water on the table. And he spent it in one gulp.

"Not long after we got back from the village, we finally got my sister's surgery schedule. But as if unable to endure the pain in his body, my sister continued to deteriorate his health. And the day before the operation, he breathed his last."

This time his tears were no longer able to hold him, just sliding through the corner of his eye. He hurriedly shifted his face, and immediately wiped away his own tears.

I was so sad to hear the story, shedding tears.

"I feel sorry for you." I said with his hand. I don't know any words of comfort for her after she told her sad story.

"What's wrong, it's over. He is now in heaven, no longer in pain." He said and wiped my tears.

"Since my sister's departure, Delia's little by little our grief was treated. Until Papa and Mama decided to raise him as a child. And since then Delia has been living in our house."

"Then did you fall in love? Like each other so much you meet?" I asked her directly as she ended her sad story. Mas Dipta looked at me, then stroked my hair.

"I've lost a little sister that I loved from childhood even we never really had fun like children. Mama and Papa were devastated when my sister died, given that, I felt I had to take care of Delia and didn't want anything bad to happen to her. So as much as possible I want her to be happy and happy."

I furrowed my brows hearing her explanation.

"So you finally asked her out? To guard?"

Mas Dipta shook his head.

"I never asked her out. However, my treatment of him might make him misinterpret to something else. To be honest at first I didn't mind all this misunderstanding. Until finally Papa and Mama know everything, if Delia considers me more than just her sister."

I was about to ask again, but Mas Dipta grabbed my shoulder and invited me to move from there.

We entered the house and headed straight upstairs. We entered the only room there. Spacious room, just like downstairs. Here too most of the glass walled with curtains as a cover.

The travel bag that was brought by Mas Dipta was already on the bed.

"You want to take a shower?" Tanya Mas Dipta started unpacking the contents of her bag.

"Are we going to stay?"

"Of course, didn't I tell you earlier, I rented this villa?"

"The thing is, I didn't bring a change of clothes"

Mas Dipta rolled his eyes, and grinned meaningfully.

"I don't think you need clothes tonight, I'm willing to warm you up." He said, making me shudder in horror. I spontaneously crossed my hand in front of my chest. He laughed at my reaction.

"I was just kidding. Here I bring you a change of clothes, get it yourself!" He pointed to his travel bag.

I saw that there were some clothes in there. He even brought me a change for the daleman. Oh yes, how shameful I am. What was he thinking when he was packing all this.

I take the daleman and I slip it between the clothes I'm going to wear after I shower.

"Not to be hidden, I even put it in that bag." I was able to see my behavior. And I just grimaced and walked into the bathroom.

"Are you sure I don't need to accompany him in the shower? I feel like there are strange auras in the bathroom." Back Mas Dipta made a sound as I was about to close the bathroom door. I looked into some corners of the large bathroom. Although it was only the first time to enter but this bathroom was clean and bright, so what a strange aura he meant.

"Don't scare me, Mom!" I said. He laughed and walked over to me.

"So how? Want to be accompanied no? I'll be generous with you in the shower." He said full of meaning. I cringed and twisted my eyeball.

"Hish.not in the bathroom that has a strange aura, but Mas Dipta tuh!" I closed the bathroom door and locked it.

"She..why do I have to be in the lock?" Mas Dipta banged on the door while occasionally turning the knob. But after the silence, I think he gave up so I decided to continue my beautiful bathing activities.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw that Mas Dipta was neat with a cocoa shirt and sheath. Make my eyes unable to turn away from him, clamps. He even has held 2 prayer mats for us to pray.

"Mas Dipta's been bathing?" My toot.

"Already, in the bathroom below. If not, where can we pray jama'ah. Time to pick up Nia." The answer. I then put on my face and immediately stood behind him, intending to do the Maghrib prayer.