Dusk Rainbow

Afif explanation

The door to the room is open. The sound of the thump of shoes and the floor sounded closer, Syakila who was curled up on the bed was wiping the remaining liquid attached to the cheeks and closed her eyes. His heart still felt afraid to be able to behave as usual, and maybe avoid it would be better, he said.

Afif took off his suit and threw it in a dirty basket, took off his shoes and put them on a shelf, momentarily looking at Syakila's face, he approached her and kissed her cheek. Covering the woman's body with a blanket. As usual, he went to the bathroom to clean himself, relieve his fatigue with a shower.

After the bathroom door closed, Syakila opened her eyes again and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I have to ask Afif. I need to know why she married me."

Not long after, Afif came out of the bathroom with a fresh face.

"While you're awake, am I too noisy?" Afif approached Syakila who looked sullen with a blank look. His eyes were puffy with disheveled hair.

There was no answer, but Syakila's face had piled up some questions for her. 

"What's wrong?" tanya Afif who was sitting next to Syakila while drying her hair with a small towel.

"Did you love me?" 

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Afif's heart skipped a beat, he was surprised by the question. Although he had never said the word, his loyalty was beyond doubt. 

"What do you mean?" asked Afif enthusiastically, he threw the slightly wet towel towards the sofa. Focus with Syakila who looks gloomy. Tuck the child's hair covering Syakila's cheeks behind the ears.

"Jawab it, Mas. I just want to know," said Syakila with trembling lips, she could no longer harbor something that churned her chest tight.

"If I don't love you, why would I marry you?"

"To avenge Devan's brother for taking Raisya's brother," Syakila said accompanied by tears. 

Afif was fixated, even a little he never had the intention as his wife had said. But that is a reasonable conclusion to the current reality, in which he married the younger brother of his ex-husband.

"Why do you talk like that?" afif asked nervously, as a husband, his heart throbbed at the sight of his wife being angry.

Syakila got up from her seat, walked up to the closet, opened it and picked up a shirt that became one of the strongest proofs of Afif and Raisya's relationship.

Afif stared at the clothes in Syakila's hands. "Why this dress?" asked Afif, he really did not understand the meaning of Syakila. 

"What is Mas's relationship with Raisya's brother," asked Syakila with a slight snapping.

Afif lowered his head, now he can no longer hide the fact that began to unfold, as deep as the name of the carcass will certainly smell too, and that is what Afif experienced today. 

"Come on, answer!" 

Afif pulls Syakila's body. Clutching her tightly, provides warmth and comfort to the woman. A growing anger filled his wife's chest.

"I'll tell you everything, but you calm down."

A few minutes passed, the emotions that had been overflowing now subsided, Afif continued stroking Syakila's back which began to stop shaking and then carrying it to his lap. 

"Now you listen to me!" pinta Afif, before revealing everything, Afif took a breath and exhaled slowly, now there was nothing more to cover, for Asyakila was entitled to know everything before there was a deeper misunderstanding. 

"Raisya used to be my future wife." Syakila's heart aches hearing Afif's words, but she tries hard to listen to Afif's next story.

"Five years we were together, I promised to marry her after she turned twenty-five, but all in vain, we could only plan. Raisya decided I was on the grounds that I was married to someone else. I could not believe it and came to his house, after he gave an explanation, I finally realized, if the soul mate can not be forced or chosen. But there is a God in power. At that moment I began to think, if I would not have a long relationship without a bond, when I saw you for the first time, I felt something strange, I had time to deny, I denied, but the more I became convinced that you were the girl God chose for me. I could only suppress that feeling and begin to digest, after I prayed istikhoroh, I became more convinced and determined to propose to you. Believe me that I have erased the memories with Raisya, he is my past and you are my future" Afif said at length.

"But I'm afraid, all this time I've never been in a relationship with any man, I'm afraid you've made me an outlet because of your hurt. I'm afraid you dumped me after you could take revenge on big brother."

Afif smiled and wiped Syakila's tears. To him that was a very silly thought.

Syakila buried her face in Afif's chest, the feeling of tightness that had settled vanished after hearing Afif's explanation.

Syakila and Raisya are not much different, they are both innocent and sensitive, I have to be more careful, pity him if it hurts because of my carelessness.

"How was the operation?" syakila asked, he began to calm down and did not think about the clothes that were now lying on the floor. 

"Thank God, I've also been allowed to move."

Afif shifted his seat and took the phone and opened his screen, showing some pictures of the house with a modern European design.

"Whose house is this? That's great." Syakila saw some pictures of two-story luxury homes.

"Which one do you like?"

Syakila stared intensely at one of the houses that was almost the same as Devan's.

"This is good, whose house is it?" 

"You likey?"

Syakila nodded slowly. 

"It's home for us, I'll buy it on your behalf, so if until I let you down, you can kick me out." 

Syakila opened her mouth wide and closed with both hands, she still could not believe what Afif said. 

"Mas sure you want to buy a house for me?"

"Hemm, but for a while we can stay at dad's house first."

A peck landed on Afif's face. His sense of regret gradually dissipated along with the silence of the night getting colder. 

"But father has also prepared a home for us."

"I am your husband, and it is my duty to give you a place. Let me talk to Dad later."

"From now on don't think of anything but me."

Syakila just nodded small.

"It's time for you to make restitution."

Afif raised his eyebrows rapidly, while Syakila frowned.

"Remortgage for what?" ask Syakila.

"The shampoo you wear."

Syakila patted her eel and picked up the wallet in the drawer.

"How much?" ask Syakila while drawing fifty coins.

"Don't use money, but use it." Turning his head towards Syakila's chest that looks prominent.

"What compensation is bad?"