CHARM GIRL WITH HAZEL EYES

CHAPTER 2 THE RISK OF MARRYING WITHOUT LOVE

Today is the first day Kayra became the wife of Muhammad Iqbal Al-khafi, a lecturer and ex-husband of her best friend. 

Kayra closed her eyes again, the girl was reluctant to get out of bed. The first day holds the status of a wife from a husband that she does not want at all. Sometimes Kayra thinks that she is so stupid because she just agrees with Acha's request, because if you think about it, there are still many things she can do to make Acha happy up there, of course without hurting a single person, including his own feelings.

But the rice was already porridge, the decision he took was what he had to account for. Although maybe he will walk on broken glass that will hurt his feet every step. 

Kayra circulated her gaze, the girl did not feel unfamiliar with this room because indeed she used this room often when Acha was alive. Yes, the guest room that he used to use first.

"Bi," call Kayra to the faithful Bu Surti to stay in this place even though Acha is no longer there. "Sorry Kayra ya Bi" continued Kayra. The girl sat at the front dining table of Bu Surti who was busy cutting kale for their breakfast. 

"Why apologize, ma'am?" ask Bi Surti. "Sir Kay is not wrong with aunt,"

Kayra sighed softly, the girl leaning her back on the back of the chair. "Kayra confused Bi," he said slowly. "Kayra is like being in the wrong position" he continued.

Bi Surti put down his knife, took Kayra's hand on the table. "Don't say that anyway, the decision that Kayra made was not wrong" said bi Surti trying to calm Kayra. "The marriage was a worship, and the purpose of Kayra marrying Iqbal was also for good. So Kay should never feel guilty for making this decision" bi Surti stroked the back of Kayra's hand. "Mba Acha must be sad there if Kay continues to feel guilty like this" said bi Surti again. 

"But because of my decision there are a lot of people who are hurt" Kayra said. "Including Mr. Iqbal himself," 

Bi Surti took a deep breath, looking for a sentence that did not sound cornering Kayra. "It's not like Kayra already knows that Iqbal is like that. When Acha still exists there must often be a story, right how the attitude of Iqbal mas same mba Acha first?" 

Kayra nodded, she knew clearly what Iqbal's temperament was like to her best friend. Even Kayra also had time to advise Acha to part with the young man. 

"Stupid, sustenance, death is already there that govern mbak. Man is only able to plan but it is still God who determines the end" said bi Surti. "Mba Acha match Kay mbak with mas Iqbal certainly not without reason and have gone through many considerations, not just the origin of entrust. Ma'am Acha clearly understands that Kay is a good woman as well as Iqbal," 

Kayra was silent for a long time, a little relieved that she had shed what became her burden some time ago with this middle-aged woman in front of her.

"So far from now Iqbal sir where is bi?" ask Kayra. Because he slept in the guest room while Iqbal slept in his own room. Yes, his first night was indeed very different from most other new couples. 

"Mas Iqbal did not sleep in this house mbak, mas Iqbal last night went to the parents' house mbak Acha," replied bi Surti carefully.

"Check Raissa ya bi?" 

"Yes, at first Raissa wanted to stay here with us. But his grandmother wanted to be his granddaughter" said bi Surti.

"Do you know Acha nitipin Raissa to Kay?" 

Bi Surti nodded his head again. "Tau mbak," he replied as he put the pieces of kale into the container. "Everyone knows, even Iqbal's parents know, too,"

"Acha who told you?" 

"Yes, Mbak Acha himself who tells the story that he wants his daughter raised by his best friend," 

"There is no one who does not agree mbak, all agree and believe the same mbak Kayra," bi Surti moved from his seat. "Aunti want to cook first mbak, mbak Kay want made milk or tea?"

Kayra shook her head slowly. "No need, Kayra will do it herself" replied the girl with a sweet smile. "There's a lot of bi, too," 

Bi Surti gave a small nod, then left the busy Kayra alone with thoughts raging in his head. 

The girl lowered her head deeply. She cried in silence, what is the faith Acha has in her? So without a doubt the girl entrusts her husband and also the only princess. 

Who he is compared to Acha who has everything, obviously he cannot be compared to Acha who is graceful, smart, good-natured and also has very good finances. While her? He even had to climb up one by one stairs in order to get to the present point.

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Kayra flinched for a moment, the girl was enjoying a cup of milk and her steamed brownies this morning when Iqbal arrived, the face of the young man looks so tangled even the smile that once adorned his handsome face is now also dim. 

His steps were fast, straight and did not turn at all towards Kayra who was sitting. Don't look, not even glancing. Maybe Iqbal thought he wasn't there. 

"Assalamualaikum bi," 

Iqbal's greeting rang out to Kayra's ears. The girl closed her eyes for a moment, remembering this was the first sentence after two days ago she heard Iqbal's hurtful sentence addressed to her. Suddenly guilt and heartache just burst forth, making his chest suddenly suffused with tightness.

"Waalaikumsalam salam mas" replied bi Surti. Kayra sharpens her hearing, trying to steal by listening to the conversation of bi Surti and Iqbal. "This is why his face is so tangled, two days do not go home too," said bi Surti who was like nagging at his own son.

"Yes this is bi, from yesterday want to go home here but rich really heavy left Raissa," replied Iqbal.

Ah yes, Raissa. What a little baby is like now. Kayra wants to see the beautiful princess Acha who is also named Raissa. 

"Yes yes already, mas Iqbal hard bath yet? take a shower first. Last auntie together mbak Kayra cooked chicken soup favorite mas Iqbal loh, delicious. Not much different from the cuisine of Acha. Surely Iqbal like it," said bi Surti who unknowingly mentioned two names at once. "Any auntie yeah, it just so happens Kayra hasn't eaten either," 

"No need to bi" Iqbal replied. "I've eaten Umi's cooking before," 

"Have you really eaten?"

Iqbal nodded small. "I'll go to the room first bi,"

Done it. It was the only conversation Kayra could hear from the porch of the house. Sick? Of course his heart felt a little bit bitter. It was not that he wanted Iqbal to also treat himself the same as the young man treated Acha, it was obviously too grandiose. But he's sick to see Iqbal who's like he's lost his spirit. Maybe if Acha did not present that small figure, the condition of the youth would be much worse than now.

Kayra raised her head, it suddenly rained. "Cha how? you saw it, right? I can't be a good mother and wife to Mr. Iqbal. I haven't even talked to her since that night" she said. "Sorry Cha, if I let you down up there,"