Dusk Rainbow

Raisya

Syakila was still in the room with Raisya. After self-treatment, the girl was reluctant to go down, fearing that the twins would continue teasing her. The parasite is beautiful like a wingless angel, the waiting time has arrived, but Syakila is getting nervous when she gets a message from the afif who has arrived in her city.

Syakila who was in front of the mirror turned her head, looking at Raisya who was sitting on the edge of the bed, the woman who also began to get love from her husband was busy with her cellphone while smiling a little. 

"Whose chat is the same?" syakila asked curiously, while staring at the screen of her sister-in-law's phone.

"Who else if not your brother. A woman if she is married, should not play with other men, even though important issues must get permission from her husband" said Raisya.

Although initially filled with drama, now Raisya can happily occupy the space of Devan's heart completely, he never regretted what happened and considered it all a test to happiness.

"Then what about yourself? Are you sure about Afif?" ask Raisya.

Syakila lowered her head and linked her ten fingers. He remembered the case that befell Devan, even so dramatically that the man was obliged to accept an arranged marriage. He didn't want all that to happen to him.

"Related, Brother. Last night I prayed istikharah, and after that I became more convinced that mas Afif is my soul mate."

Raisya embraced Syakila's shoulders and leaned against each other's heads. 

"We're different, you're luckier than I am." Raisya's cheerful face instantly disappears when she remembers the beginning she had to break up from Afif.

"Sister Devan and I were betrothed, but never mind, now I'm happy, and the past doesn't need to be taken."

Raisya switched the conversation, she did not want to remember the time, where rarely people who want to stick with her husband's attitude, and now she can only be grateful for being able to turn things around.

"Darling, it turns out you're still here." Devan came in with a piece of cake in his hand. He sat down beside Raisya, pushing Syakila's head up straight. 

Without warning Devan feeds his wife and Syakila takes turns.

The sound of a car horn sounded, Syakila moved and opened the window curtain, she stared at the three cars that stopped in front of her house.

"What is the Afif family?"  terka Syakila while staring at some people who came down. 

Raisya and Devan followed, and they stared at the Afif family one by one.

Aunt Ilma, Om Thoha, mbak Sisi, Mbak Alia, Mas Edo, how is this? Has Afif told you about me, if not they would have been wrong to say. 

This time it was Raisya who was shrouded in fear.  Afraid, if all will become misunderstood with him and Afif. 

"Sister, accompany me down!" Syakila shook Raisya's arm.

While Raisya looked at Devan with a pleading gaze, even though the man did not know fully what Raisya meant, he was more sensitive to Raisya's eyes full of requests.

"I call Asyifa, let her accompany you."

Devan clasped Raisya's hand and led her out of Syakila's room.

"Fa, you accompany sister Syakila down, sister Raisya is not feeling well."

Asyifa only nodded in agreement.

"Sister." great-grandson Raisya with quivering lips. 

Devan grabbed Raisya's body and grabbed him. 

"I don't know the extent of your relationship with Afif, but I do know that between you there is a past that may be hard to forget, it's better that we're in our room now, let me talk to Afif."

Raisya follows her husband's steps into the room, feeling guilty for hiding her relationship with the man who soon becomes her sister-in-law.

"Daffa, if you and Dad ask, tell me I'm in the room."

"What's wrong with Raisya's sister, she seems to be sad" asked Daffa.

Daffi just shrugged both of his shoulders, they started to come down and show his charm.

In the room

"Sir, there's something I want to talk about" Raisya said slowly.

Devan rubbed Raisya's head and sat down beside her.

"About what?" Embracing Raisya's shoulder and resting the woman's head on her shoulder.

"It's about me and Afif mas," Raisya replied doubtfully.

Devan was stunned, he synchronized his mind and heart which were always different. All this time he only guessed in his heart, but at this time Raisya himself would explain to him.

"We used to be very close friends. Mas Afif once introduced me to his family as a wife-to-be. After that I was determined to have a serious relationship, we promised to get married after I was twenty-five years old. But God said something else, before that happened, Father betrothed me to, Brother." Raisya shed tears, he could not stem the tears that accumulate in the fertilizer.

Hearing a long sigh, Devan digested every sentence that slid from Raisya's lips.

"But trust me, brother, after we get married, I've wiped everything out. I don't love him anymore."

Raisya tries to convince Devan. Whatever her husband's decision, at least now she's honest. 

"I will only love my husband, even if we are betrothed, I accept with sincerity" he added.

Devan's heart was slashed like a knife, he did not expect, behind the face of his wife's ayu there is a soft and shining heart.

Devan could not say anything, his tongue felt funny and unable to speak. He pulled Raisya's body and held her back.

"But what if Syakila finds out?"

Raisya. "Don't let him know, it's just the past, and now there's only Devan and Raisya. Syakila and Afif."

Devan peeps at Raisya's head repeatedly. 

"All right, I hope everything's okay."

I'm sorry, La. This is your happy day, and I will not ruin it just because of the past.

"Sister, called mother." Along with Daffa's shout from outside, the cell phone in Devan's grasp rang. 

"Yes for a minute" said Devan as he opened his phone.

Take Raisya down, don't be afraid, I've told my family everything and they've received it well. 

Finally, Raisya and Devan's smiles expand after reading Afif's message.

Devan grabbed a tissue and cleaned up the remaining clear liquid that was wetting Raisya's cheeks.

"Now that we're down, mom and dad must have been waiting."

From the end of the stairs, Raisya has begun to review the smile when he saw the crowd below, and again his family took part in every event held at the big house of Mahesa Rahardjo. 

The first time Raisya hugged Afif's mother who sat at the edge. After that switch Afif's father and other brothers. As the message said, they only spoke as a guest and as a host.

"Are you pregnant yet? You're getting pretty." Aunt Ilma (Mama Afif) stroked Raisya's flat stomach. It became the center of attention of everyone including Syakila.