Dusk Rainbow

Fatty

Raisya is struggling spoiled in the arms of Mama Aya which makes Devan jealous. That silent night Raisya felt warm in the middle of his beloved family. After marriage can be counted only a few times Devan invited him to play there, and this is the time to let go of longing.

"Are you getting fatter?" Mama Aya took off her embrace and twisted Raisya's body. Looking at his weird flat-looking hips. In the slightest there is no indentation, even though wrapped in a long and lomggar dress, Mama Aya can catch the changes that happened to her daughter. 

Raisya lowered her head, looked at her legs and continued up to her chest, pulled her headscarf slightly and watched her.

Devan who was behind Raisya just clenched his lips together. He could not see Raisya's lips were more conical, more adorable and wanted to bite.

"What the hell, Ma?" sangkal Raisya's. 

Although not only one person said that, Raisya still dodged, he felt ordinary and there was no change in the slightest.

"Yes, I see that too" added Dad Randu increasingly make Raisya slack and stomping his feet. Not a spoiled fabrication, Raisya was indeed very annoyed with the people who kept paying attention to him.

"Brothers I dong." Raisya pulls devan's hand and asks for help with a face of melas.

Devan rounded his eyes, confused by what kind of martial Raisya meant. 

Ahemmm

Finally the man cleared his throat and put both his hands in the pockets of his left and right side pants.

"Let's dong, tell dad and mom that I'm __" Raisya cut her words and steady her father and mother alternately. "Slim," he continued in a low tone.

Finally Devan laughed out loud, he could no longer hold back the amused bellowing to hear Raisya's words that were far from the facts.

Almost fifteen minutes, the sound of that boisterous laughter changed in silence. Devan rubbed the corner of his watery eyes, while Dad Randu covered his face with the newspaper he had been holding, Mama Aya went to the back. They could not see the sad expression on Raisya's face. David who was at the end of the stairs back to the room, he did not want to follow tempting his brother who had bent his face.

Feeling guilty already made his wife frown, Devan approached her and hugged her body tightly. 

"I'm ugly, yes" said Raisya and buried his face in Devan's chest. 

"Who said, doesn't mean fat people are ugly, I'd rather you like this, soft. If you're thin later dad says I can't feed you," said devan reassured.

"Yes, Son. True what your husband says, fat does not mean ugly, even cute, and I'm sure Devan will love you more."

Raisya looked up, looking into Devan's eyes. The two exchanged looks.

"Will you promise me, whatever fat you are, you won't leave me."

Instantly Devan nodded and showered on Raisya's face with a gentle kiss. If he used to think away from Raisya's life, for now in his mind there is no such intention.

"Now you eat first" shouted Mama Aya from the dining table.

Raisya remembered the incident at Mahesa's father's house that had not finished the meal, and this time he would really enjoy the meal. 

"See, have you ever seen a gynecologist?"

Raisya put down the milk glass that almost touched her lips.

"Yet, Ma. Besides me and Devan's brother are new __" As soon as Devan silences Raisya's mouth, he can't let his wife say something that will make him embarrassed in front of his in-laws.

Mama Aya and Dad Randu furrowed his brows looking at the couple's behavior which they thought was very strange. 

"Newly planning," Devan continued without letting go of his silence.

What do I want to say? Did Brother Devan think I was gonna leak our first night?

Unceasingly Mama Aya persuaded Raisya to act immediately.

Raisya swallowed the chewed food slowly, then drank the warm milk presented in front of him.

"Yes, Ma. I'll test tomorrow morning." 

Rather than having to be confused and many guessed, Raisya finally relented.

After praying Isya' congregated, Raisya and Devan lay in bed, Raisya still remembered the words of Aya's mother who told him to test.

"Sister…."

"Hmmm…"

"Not all changes in a married woman must be pregnant lo," explained Raisya who immediately arrested Devan.

"I know."

"Keep why you were silent. If I'm not pregnant, I'm afraid to let everyone down."

Raisya tilted her body and placed her hand on the chest of her husband's field.

"Why didn't you explain it to my mom" Devan said as he placed his phone on the nightstand.

"No ah, I'm afraid mama's offended. I don't want to hurt my mom who took care of me from childhood."

"Yes, tomorrow is just a test. The child is entrusted to Allah, if you are not pregnant, it means that there is no sustenance."

Devan pulled over the blanket wrapped around his body and woke up.

"I go to the bathroom first, if you sleep first." Devan stroked Raisya's forehead gently and then ran small towards the bathroom. 

Sure enough, Devan who just came out of the bathroom only furrowed his brows as he looked at Raisya who had already closed his eyes. Though he was only ten minutes, but Raisya easily left him to dreamland.

Devan took off the clock that was coiled in his hand, all this time he did not want to know about Raisya's past. However, Aunt Ilma's remark made him want to know the extent of his wife and Afif's relationship first. 

Devan opens the drawer slowly hoping that there is evidence pointing to his wife's past. It turns out there's nothing there. Finally Devan approached the bookshelf in the corner of his room, precisely next to the closet. 

Some types of books neatly lined up, Raisya separates between religious books and stories and medical science and others. Devan and pick the bottom row where it is an entertainment book.

He accidentally touched a book without a title, its contents thick with a small size.

"Is this the book of Raisya's diary?" ask Devan to yourself.

Slowly he opened it and read the writing on the first sheet.

Dates, days, hours, even years are listed on top of the neatly lined lettering. And that was confirmed four years ago. 

Today I am very happy. Oh God, I want to be grateful to have met a good person. Afif gave me a gift that I will never be able to repay. May we be fooled. 

Devan immediately closed the book, he could not if he had to read the writings of Raisya which is certainly the content of the girl's heart.

I accidentally separated you from Afif.