Dusk Rainbow

Negatively

The morning was not as usual, after the Fajr Prayer, Devan was more silent and sat on the edge of the bed. Staring at every move of Raisya, from opening the curtains to putting dirty clothes in the basket. Tidying things up a little messy. He knew his wife was a woman as strong as steel who would surely be strong against him, but she was only a woman who would definitely be fragile when it came to the heart.

The writing that Devan read kept passing through his brain, and almost made him sleepless. The guilt filled his head until he could not think clearly.

Raisya went to the bathroom. He remembered something he had left behind. Although his heart was not sure, at least he followed the orders of his mother.

Bismillah

Raisya took the long thin object and looked at it fixedly. He exhaled a rough breath and carried the object out toward Devan who was still looking at the gaze that led out the window, where the darkness was still covering.

"Sister," called Raisya quietly, but it could still be heard by Devan.

Devan turned to look at Raisya who was staring in front of him, not forgetting the thing in his hand. He is not too hopeful anymore, for him, happy Raisya is enough and does not want to impose too much will.

"How did it go?" ask Devan flat. At least the man didn't want to tease Raisya like he used to.

"Negative." Raisya showed one red mark in front of Devan who commented on the thin smile.

"No papa," answered briefly and concisely.

His gaze returned in another direction, leaving Raisya who was walking towards the trash can.

"Sister, it seems like my clothes do not fit and are still good, should we send them to the parlor as well?" Raisya.

"Byeah, I'll tell mommy."

Raisya sits on Devan's lap, though she begins to catch her husband's strange girly, trying to melt the atmosphere.

"Big brother why?" tanya Raisya cupped both of Devan's sturdy jaws. 

As a wife, Raisya felt something strange happen to her husband.

"Are you happy to marry me?" asked Devan enthusiastically. 

For the first month Devan thought Raisya was fine, but after reading the book last night, he only realized that the woman's heart was no less hurt than he was at that time. However, Raisya is very smart to keep it until it makes him ignorant and blind.

Raisya stared at Devan's bead in the eye deeply, though without speech, he knew that at this moment Devan was hiding something.

"Why does my sister ask like that?"  Raisya asked. Because, without being asked, Devan already knows the answer from him.

"I have separated you from Afif. Isn't that unfair to you?"

Suddenly Raisya stood in front of Devan. His eyes were glazed with lips that were trembling to hold his chest that felt like it was exploding.

"How many times have I told you, don't talk about anyone else. After we got married, I've deleted about any man who's ever been present in my life. I'd hate you if you kept asking me that. When do we get up from all this? When we are free from the past and set the future. And when can't we walk if you keep looking back? 

Raisya is upset, maybe her husband keeps reminding her of his ex who will soon become his sister-in-law.

"I'm going down."

Just a few steps closer to the door, Devan had already hugged her from behind, the man wrapped his hands around Raisya's stomach tightly. 

"I just feel unfair to you. All this time I've been evil and not thought about your feelings. I'm concerned about other people when you're struggling to forget about Afif." 

Raisya smiled, now she had a chance to prank her husband who seemed to be drowning in regret. His heart was instantly soft upon hearing Devan's extremely serious expression.

"Did you want to make amends for making me hurt?" Raisya still raised his voice, he pretended to be angry at Devan.

Devan let out a long sigh and exhaled slowly, propping his chin right on Raisya's little shoulder.

"Yes, I'll make up for all my mistakes, but I don't know how."

Raisya put on a fierce face and turned his body until now faced with Devan.

"It's easy." Raisya knocked on his chin, he was still thinking of something that would upset Devan.

Devan furrowed his brows, he began to smell a bad plan on him.

"Don't be weird."

Just as Raisya opened his mouth, the phone on the nightstand rang.  Raisya clucked, but still took it.

"Sister, from Syakila. What's the matter in the morning she called me?" said Raisya handed her flat object into Devan's hands.

Raisya shook his head quickly, he was still afraid that Syakila would talk about last night.

"Hello La, what's wrong?" devan asked without greeting, and finally Syakila who greeted him first. 

Raisya replied quietly and barely heard.

"Where is Raisya, brother? I miss."

In fact, Syakila can not be angry with Raisya, just left last night he was confused and grappling with the bolster to vent his emotions.

Without a word Devan stuck his phone in Raisya's ear, while one of his hands still grabbed him from behind.

"Hello La, what's wrong?"

"Sister, when do you come home? I miss."

Finally Syakila was relieved to hear the voice of her sister-in-law.

"Say it's right for you to marry," whispered Devan with the origin who immediately got a pinch gift.

"God willing, it will be noon" answered Raisya. 

"All right, I'm waiting, yeah. I miss you, this afternoon we're picking on twins again."

Devan squinted at his sister's words, threw his phone at the bed and pulled Raisya's body back into his lap. 

"Syakila and Afif are getting married soon, I don't want you to talk about the past anymore" Raisya's pinta raised her little finger. 

"Yes, Sweetheart. I was khilaf." Devan links his finger to Raisya's finger as he promises he won't ask any more silly questions. 

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Not wanting Syakila to wait for him for a long time, Raisya and Devan finally decided to go home after breakfast. They arrived at Mahesa's father's house at eight, but in the yard there was already a foreign car parked. 

"Whose car is this?" ask Devan who doesn't recognize the car.

Raisya shrugged both of his shoulders an ignorant sign.

"Assalamualaikum.." said Devan and Raisya together. 

All the entire house answered simultaneously including the guest in the living room.

Syakila ran over and hugged Raisya who had just arrived behind the door. 

"Sister, we will buy clothes together yes," Pinta Syakila. 

"Yes, like yesterday brother Devan out of pay, may I ask for money," teased Raisya. Though she knew that her husband had only been working for a few days in the father's office, and certainly had not got anything. 

Devan was still staring at Afif who was in the living room. He tightened his grip as Afif approached him.

"Darling, you know for yourself, right, that I haven't been able to succeed like any other husband. Just work with my dad's help."  Devan looked down at the floor. 

"So I can't buy you clothes" he added. 

Intention to joke even makes Raisya's heart beat, his heart slashed when Devan looks gloomy.

Raisya was confused and shed tears.

"Sister, I didn't mean to __" Raisya cut off his words when he saw Devan blink one eye.

What the hell, this.

"Sister, even if we live under the bridge in makeshift clothes, I'll be happy as long as we can be together, Brother."

My wife's getting smarter. O God, thank You for the gift You have bestowed.