Heart Fragment

A piece of heart that is not yet intact

What happens if when you wake up from a long and tiring dream, suddenly treated to a beautiful scenery.

Peaceful face in his sleep, thick eyebrows neatly arranged, nose pointed with thin lips. Mashaa God's prince where is this? these two eyes suddenly caught a sleeping man right next to me.

Uh wait. Repeated again.

A man !!

Howoooooo!!!! I screamed so. Surprised to see the figure of the man sleeping in bed with me.

He gasped in shock, glared and moved quickly smothering my mouth with his right palm.

It wasn't a dream!

"Sssstt! Don't yell that way, if the buzz is out of the way?"

He told me to shut up. With hands that still hold the mouth tight. I nodded quickly. Rhythm with my heartbeat beating fast.

'Dubh dubh dubh'

"Why are you?" He asked confusion. Both of his eyebrows were tied to the line in the middle.

Slowly, my consciousness improved. Trying to digest a situation that feels foreign to me. Sleeping with men. By only wearing long clothes and without using head coverings.

Huh uh?!

Immediately I woke up and opened his arms. With the frontal pull the blanket, cover the head until only the face is left.

Nervous!

Panic too!

I saw him breathing heavily. Get up and sit in front of me. For a moment, we were both silent. I looked at him, he looked at me so closely. It might be upset. Or there's a belek perched in my eyes right now. Considering it looks like it's still very early in the morning and I've been screaming like this.

It felt like crying while drowning. But the bolster is in his hands with him. Isha!

Yes, I was wrong. Too shock. Not used to his presence. And with the sleeping position facing each other like before. Oh no! I even admired him. Because, I thought it was just a dream.

If in this room I was alone occupying, now there is someone who will or will not have to share this room with him. Including having to be aware of its existence.

But the consequences of marriage must be like this. Even though the marriage I was running was not one hundred percent pure of my desire, but, all of this I had already chosen.

"Sorry, Mas. I panicked," I said softly as I twisted the edge of the blanket I was wearing.

I thought he'd be mad. But then he laughed and looked at me like this.

What's so funny?huh uh?! I screamed loudly. A scream I could only hear myself. Only the heart knows.

I melengos. Overlooking the room wall. Yeah, too, screaming hysterically like that. How humiliating! Moreover, it's early morning, plus it's our first night as husband and wife. What if someone heard?

Even the decor of this room forgot to remind me.

"We're married, Dek, and you're still shy of this? I am your husband. You shouldn't have to cover up like this." He pulled out a blanket that covered his head.

"And you also know, I also have the right ...," the sentence hangs.

Suddenly my face went numb. His gaze was so probing. Especially on the sensitive part of me.

Want to get hit huh?!

"Well, that's what it's about!" I snorted annoyed. I picked up the blanket he had pulled. Perfectly shut down the whole body.

"Thuh kaan! Hahahahahaha." He laughed back.

"You're beautiful when you're embarrassed."

Oh hey! He started again with his words. I nodded, annoyed.

"Eh but, last night nothing happened right?" much worry. Remembering after the prayer isya I fainted unconscious and when I woke up, was lying in bed with clothes that have been changed as well? Oh God what happened?!

"Sorry." He said flat.

My mind went back to being confused. Fear of the reality that has happened when fainted. In this room there are only two of us. A couple of husband and wife.

Suddenly my heart hurts. There's a sharp needle tore it apart, right here.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just holding you to bed. Mother replaced her clothes. I've promised you, won't touch until you can properly accept me." He explains at length. Maybe because I saw me sobbing like this.

"Te ... Why do I say sorry?" ask me while you're still excited.

"Because, I have to carry you." He stared fixedly. "Without permission" he continued.

He grabbed a box of tissue on the nightstand. Handed me over but by throwing a look the other way.

"I'm sorry if you're still shy, I won't look at that hair again. I won't force."

There is a warm feeling in the heart. Will he keep his promise? as for myself, I don't know how this relationship will be going forward.

🍁 There are times, pieces of heart that we want. It's not him who's hanging out at the seams. 🍁