DEW PURITY

Dew Daughter

"Sister, I've noticed that my brother is confused. Any problems at the office?" fitri said, Arya shook her head.

Arya sat quietly in her study. Dusk was almost gone, evening began to say hello. But Arya accidentally turned off her office lamp. Arya chose to sit in the dark. For almost two hours, Arya sat daydreaming in her study. Several times Fitri accidentally passed through Arya's work space. But Arya's position remained the same, eventually Fitri decided to go inside. When he saw Arya not budging from her seat. Fitri begins to feel anxious, recalling Arya sitting in the dark. It was as if Arya was thinking about such a heavy matter.

"Sister!" greet Fitri, while walking towards Arya. Arya's cold attitude, making Fitri even more anxious. Fitri was standing right beside Arya.

"Let's!" fitri shouted hysterically, as she felt Arya's hand pull her body.

Without talking or turning, Arya immediately pulled Fitri's hand. Sit Fitri right on her lap. Fitri is shocked to see Arya forcing him to sit on her lap. Fitri thrashed to get down, but Arya held Fitri's body. Arya hugged Fitri tightly, then leaned her head on Fitri's back. Arya seemed to need a backrest, Fitri who felt Arya's head was leaning on her back. Immediately silent and chose to sit on Arya's lap. Although Fitri is actually embarrassed, feels heavy body and will make Arya tired.

Lama Arya leaned his head on Fitri's shoulders. With no sound, only the sounds of Arya and Fitri's breath. Silence was immediately felt in Arya's room. Fitri is increasingly agitated at the change in Arya's attitude. Had Fitri been able to, it would have felt like he was taking the burden of trouble off Arya's shoulders. So that her two beautiful eyes do not see the anxiety of her beloved husband. Maybe Fitri's bones aren't as strong as Arya's, but she sure is capable of taking any weight. As long as it wasn't her husband's wounds and tears. Fitri could sacrifice everything.

Assollatuwassalammualaic

Sayub heard a murrotal from the mushola not far from Aryan's house. Suddenly Fitri realized, almost fifteen minutes he was sitting quietly on the lap of Arya. Arya is still in the same position. Fitri held tightly to Arya's hand. Awakening Arya, if evening will greet and magrib will soon arrive. Arya raised her face, again and again there was no sound from Arya's lips. Arya's gaze was flat with no expression. Fitri was confused, her anxiety now changed fear will be far from Arya.

"Wait!" fitri said loudly, while holding Arya's hand. Fitri stopped Arya steps, Fitri can no longer see the cold attitude of Arya. She wanted to know the reason for her silent and confused beloved husband.

"What's wrong? In a moment maghrib, we better get ready for congregational prayer!" arya said softly, Fitri shook her head slowly. There is something Fitri should know. The reason of Arya's silence and her husband's cold demeanor.

"Why are you silent? Brother ignored me, as if there was a problem that brother was thinking about. If possible, could not sister tell me. Although I can't help, at least big brother can be a little relieved. Have split a little burden on me!"

"No problem, I'm fine!"

"Sister lied, obviously brother kept something. Since then, I have noticed my brother daydreaming. I'm your wife's feet, sick and your sorrows I can feel. Even though I can't help, at least I can be your temper tantrum. I can't stand watching you carry such a heavy burden. Please, tell me!"

"Darling, I'm fine!"

"Sister Arya, that's how much you don't trust me. Until you don't want to share your problems with me!" said Fitri lirih, with slow steps and a lowered face. Fitri walked away from Arya. No longer Fitri hopes to know the problems Arya is thinking about. Fitri seems self-conscious, if Arya has not fully believed in him.

"Darling!" arya said, holding Fitri's hand.

"Before the azan magrib, I must prepare!" fitri said, then brushed Arya's hand slowly.

Arya just kept silent, the rejection of Fitri form disappointment to Arya. Whatever Arya's thinking? It is not appropriate for Arya to cover it from Fitri. Unless the problem was able to be solved by Arya herself. While it seems obvious, Arya is confused looking for answers to her problems. Anxiety is seen by Fitri and becomes the beginning of his anxiety.

"Tomorrow Dew's birthday!" arya said loudly, Fitri immediately stopped his steps.

Fitri who was standing right in front of the door. He turned to Arya. Fitri was surprised and astonished. Seeing Arya bowed lethargic, after saying the reason for her anxiety. Fitri feels Arya's words hold a lot of secrets. Not just a birthday.

"Do I have to believe it or not? If indeed the reason for your anxiety is only about the birthday of the Dew. I think I can help you prepare a gift. Remember, Dewun is not just your daughter. Now that she's my daughter too, I deserve to know. Why did you intentionally cover it up for me? Does brother still doubt my sincerity on your daughter's Dew?"

"Darling, you misunderstood. I have no intention of keeping this happy news. There's something I'm having trouble saying. Not because I don't believe it, but I'm afraid I might hurt your heart. Dew my daughter, but you're my chosen wife. I'm afraid I'll have to guard the heart of one of you!"

"Why do you think I'm going to get hurt? I won't be angry or ban you from celebrating Dew's birthday. If necessary I will prepare everything. Brother just say it, the concept of the show sister wants!" said Fitri enthusiastically, Arya lowered her head while shaking her head. Fitri was increasingly astonished, Arya's strange attitude made Fitri upset. It was as if Arya's problem was huge.

"Sister, what makes you so anxious? Again I will not be hurt. When I hold your hand as priest of the hereafter. Back then, I had considered Dew a part of my life. There will be no wounded heart, neither I nor Dewun. If it was a birthday Dew would hurt me. Trust me, I can bear that wound. As long as you are happy with Dew!"

"Darling!" arya said, then pulled Fitri's body in her arms.

Arya embraced Fitri very tightly. It was as if Arya didn't want to get far or lose Fitri. The understanding that Fitri said, made Arya feel more guilty. Fitri may receive Dew, but the relationship of Dew with Almaira will not be easily erased. Arya hugged tightly very tightly, even occasionally Arya kissed Fitri's face covered in a veil.

"Darling, tomorrow's Dew's birthday. Death of Almaira Adijaya. Mother who exchanged her life for my daughter's Dewun. The reason my daughter never wanted to celebrate her birthday. Dewun just wants to be with his family. Remembering Almaira's death, with no party!" arya whispered right in Fitri's ear.

Duaaarrr

A bolt of lightning struck his body. Fitri is shocked to hear the truth tucked away behind Arya's uneasiness. The reason Arya was so afraid to speak honestly to him. Fitri felt shocked, as well as in disbelief. If his beautiful daughter, save such great sorrow. He was born without knowing his real mother. On the same day the daughter Dew happily looked at the world and cried losing the mother who gave birth to her. Fitri was silent, unable to say anything. His body feels weak, either because of pity on Dew or left out of hearing the name Almaira will continue to be remembered?

"Darling, sorry if this truth hurts you!" arya whispered softly, Fitri did not budge. He remained silent, holding back the tears that were ready to fall soaked his cheeks.

Arya leaned her head on Fitri's shoulder. Arya feels guilty for having mentioned Almaira's name in front of Fitri. However Fitri will be hurt, when he realizes Arya still remembers Almaira. Arya can't keep reality anymore. If Dew is born as the best gift from Almaira.

"With sister Arya anxious, it turned out that the happy day of Dew became the saddest day for her. The birth of his daughter was welcomed with the departure of his wife. What other big secret? But I feel, brother Arya harbors such great guilt. Guilt that made him afraid of losing Dew. A fear that ended up hurting me, even though it was never Arya's sister wanted. Honestly, Arya, I am confused by how I feel right now. I am happy to see you care for me. Brother was so afraid I was hurt, when he heard the name of our late mother's daughter Dew. But on the other hand, I am also sad to see your fear and disbelief. The fear of my wounds that made me feel excluded. Your unbelief, if I'm not someone else. I am your wife of the afterlife, a mother who loves your daughter very much. It was as if I was the one who gave birth to the Dew. Brother Arya, if brother can't decide which side should I be on? I will decide myself. I will be a mother to my daughter and a second wife who doesn't care about the first wife. I believe I can be both, because of my love and affection for you and my sincere Dewun. Without coercion and not expecting a reply!" batin Fitri, while hugging Arya's strapping body.

"Sister Arya, I'm fine. Brother doesn't have to apologize. Brother Almaira isn't just your first wife, but she's an older sister who gave birth to a daughter as beautiful as Dew for me. I will not let the sacrifice of Brother Almaira go to waste. Dew my daughter and will always be my daughter. If tomorrow I can't celebrate his birthday. Let me congratulate you first. I will be part of the life of Dewun, representing Brother Almaira. It's not the mother who wants to replace Almaira!"

"Darling!" arya lirih said, Fitri turned her body.

"Sister, I'm not angry or sad. I believe in your heart, there are two different places for me and Mr. Almaira. Your love for Almaira is not wrong and will never be wrong. Never feel uncomfortable. I won't get hurt!" said Fitri, seberi cupped a friendly face Arya.

Cup

A warm kiss landed on Fitri's lips. Arya was happy, so she immediately kissed the tiny lips of Fitri. Arya is aware of her mistake. Will Arya make amends in any way?

"Sister Arya, already azan magrib. We pray magrib now. After the magrib and isya prayers, I want my brother to take me to the Dewun house!"

"What's it for, baby?" said Arya astonished, Fitri took off Arya's embrace. A smile appeared on Fitri's face.

"If Dew loses brother Almaira right after she was born. Then I'll be a mother she continued, just before she was born. I will welcome my daughter with both hands. Dew is not only the daughter of brother Almaira, but she is my happy laugh. Dew everything in my life, the daughter who taught me how happy to be a mother!"

"I'm happy to have you!" said Arya, then gently kiss Fitri's forehead. Arya hugged Fitri's petite body tightly.

"Thank you Fitri, you are so sincere about loving my daughter. I was wrong to think you would get hurt. When he heard the name Almaira still said. Though you must have been wounded, for my sake you held back your clear tears. So as not to drip and make me anxious with your grief. Thank you, you made me realize. If my heart doesn't choose you wrong, you're tenderly loving. I love you Fitri Hanum Fauziyah, the beautiful wife and sholeha of my life!" arya haru.

"Sir Arya, maghrib's time will run out. When did you hug me?" said Fitri firmly, disperse the reverie of Arya. The created heat, instantly ended without a word.

"You're ruining the mood!" arya said annoyed, Fitri smiled as she looked at Arya's back who went away.

"Sister Arya, if I were pregnant. Is brother happy?" said Fitri Lirih, Arya immediately turned her head.