Cempaka Bride

Wife to Irwan?

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Hasni, who is still working in front of the laptop, is trying to sharpen the hearing to ensure the sound from outside the house.

Trraaakkkp.

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The man corrected the glasses with his fingertips. Then rise slowly from the chair and step towards the window.

He flicked the curtains that covered the window towards the outside of the house. Four cars are still parked.

Highlight some lights that are installed elongated at some points of the terrace, as well as three lights near the fence, still unable to help him to see clearly.

A few minutes waited, but the voice could no longer be heard. Finally Hasni again sat on the chair and continued her work that had been delayed.

"Done!" he said with relief. He stretched out his hands, then twisted his neck several times to relax the muscles that had been stiff.

Hasni got up from the chair and went into the bathroom. Then he turned off the room lights, and just let the lights from the small kitchen stay on.

The thick-haired man rolled to the right. Staring at the wall while reciting the sleep prayer in the heart. Slowly he began to fall into the dream realm. Unaware of a woman standing in front of her window.

The woman got into Ary's car, which was parked at the back, right next to Rama's car.

He pecked himself in front of the mirror while humming his favorite song.

Speaks softly love and hold me warm against your heart

I feel your words the tender trembling moments starts

We're in a world our very own

Sharing a love that only few had ever known

***

"Mrs ... Neng ....!" call Irwan in his restless sleep.

The man of medium stature suddenly woke up. His body was soaked with sweat.

"Aarrrggghhh!" he was frustrated when he saw the middle of his pants wet.

With a grunt he got up from the bed, opened the worn shorts, and threw them into the dirty clothes spot in the corner of the room.

His hand grabbed the towel on the hanger and wrapped it around the body. He walked out of the room and into the bathroom at the back of the house.

Irwan flushed all over his body with cold water, not forgetting to purify himself. When he finished, he went back to the room. Change clothes and replace bed linen with a clean one.

The brown-skinned man was sitting on the edge of the bed. Tafakur stared at the floor with a troubled mind.

He's had wet dreams like this for the past three months. His mind is full of questions. Does he have to get married soon?

Irwan was still daydreaming until he didn't notice a shadow sitting on his right. When the cold touched the arm, then Irwan realized that he was not alone.

The thin-moustached man turned his head and smiled when he found his wife present. The beautiful woman clasped Irwan's right hand, and leaned her head on his shoulder spoiled.

"Neng, akang kangen," said Irwan softly. He returned the petite woman's hand with great affection.

The woman simply replied with a sigh on the back of the hand.

"Can you please ask permission to ... remarry?" ask Irwan carefully.

Suddenly Rima turned her head away and looked at her husband with dewy eyes. The clear thread slowly decays. The longer the harder it is.

Irwan shrank his wife's tears with a finger and pulled the woman's head closer. A gentle kiss landed on Rima's forehead which was still crying.

"I can't keep this up, honey. Please, understand," continued the man who had thick eyebrows slowly.

His hand was unceasingly rubbing the arm of the wife who was still sobbing. Irwan brought his cheeks closer until they stuck to Rima's very cold cheeks.

In his heart there was no fear at all. He was actually happy if Rima often visited, and accompanied the lonely nights.

"Akang is still in love with Neng. Never reduced a bit. From the past," said Irwan. The kiss landed on Rima's cheek. Long time the man put his lips, until finally he also cried.

Rima changed her sitting position until their faces were now facing. His hand rubbed the tears on the cheek of the man he loved slowly.

"May we marry again. Neng permits, but on condition," said Rima in a buzzing voice.

"What condition? Don't be weird, yeah," said Irwan.

Rima shook her head while smiling.

"No, Kang. The conditions are not strange," he said.

Irwan nodded slowly. He was very curious about the conditions that his wife would put forward.

"The condition is, Akang must marry a woman of choice" said Rima.

Momentary silence. Irwan tried to weigh the request of his beloved woman, before he finally nodded in agreement.

***

The sky turned blue with clouds that were slowly fluttering in a gust of cold wind. The current transition season really tests the endurance of the human body.

Since dawn, the sound of sneezing was heard continuously from several rooms in the boarding house.

In his room, Dinar was shrinking his nose with a tissue. Since yesterday he has been feeling unwell, so decided to get permission from the office today and rest at home.

Tuk, tuk, tuk.

There was a knock from the front door. With a slow step Dinar walked over and opened the door.

"Sir, no work?" ask Ayu.

"No. Still feverish, Yu," replied Dinar.

Ayu's hand raised touched the forehead of the hot Dinar.

"Just rest, Ma'am," Ayu said as she led Dinar back to the room.

Triska, who had just stepped down from the clothesline above, looked inside the room when she saw the door open.

"Bak Dinar, kunaon?" triska asked as she walked in. He sat on the edge of the bed, right in front of Ayu.

"Fever. Two days ago I came home raining, "Dinar replied as he massaged his throbbing temple.

"Ouch. Cassian. Yes already. Take a break. I'll buy you some porridge, yes" Triska said, standing up. He walked out of the room and almost collided with Jessica.

"Just home?" ask Triska the stale base.

"Yes" Jessica replied short. He immediately passed and climbed the stairs.

Triska watched for a moment until the woman disappeared from sight. Then he stepped into the room, picked up his wallet and headed straight for the front door. Open the closed door and walk out of the house.

Chicken porridge today is quite crowded customers, so Triska had to wait more than twenty minutes to be served. Afterwards he rushed home and passed Ary who was pensive in front of the open car door.

"Why, Ry?" ask Triska.

"Ehm, this, Tea. My car is a lot of flowers, huh?" Ary asked with a confused face.