Heart Fragment
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Morning is a busy time for everyone. Especially women who have households. Especially if there is one roof with in-laws. Of course do not want to be labeled as a daughter-in-law who likes to laze.
Lately every before the dawn adhan. I saw Rahman's body stuck on the prayer mat. Sometimes both of his shoulders shook, like he was crying over something.
I used to pray a few times before. It's just that right now I'm stuck. So I decided to hurry to the bathroom and help my mother-in-law cook in the kitchen. Habits in Rahman's house are different from those in my house. If my mother usually cooks after dawn prayers, different from my mother-in-law's cooking schedule before dawn.
"What's going on here, Rani?" asked my mother-in-law as soon as I saw me walking into the kitchen.
"Can you help me?" my ask offers myself.
"Come, come here." He smiled kindly.pointing out the white rows of his well-groomed teeth.
He gave me some kitchen spices to peel. Like red onions and garlic. While the rest, picking spinach and shelling corn in the work of his own mother-in-law.
"Rahman is awake?" tanyanya while picking spinach stalks.
"Already, mother. Tahajud went straight to the mosque to pray at dawn."
"Oh good, um ... Rani doesn't pray at dawn?" ask again.
I nodded and he smiled too.
"Pity of Rahman," he chirped later.
What's?!
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After preparing Rahman's lunch to be taken to the office, I rushed to take clothes in the closet to wear today.
As usual every time he wants to work, the clothes to be worn are neatly arranged on the mattress. I always combine match, superiors and subordinates that he will use every day. I'm still learning to be a good wife to Rahman.
While both my hands were looking for socks in Rahman's closet. There was a sound coming from the door of the room. The sound of 'clicking' the door sign is being locked from the inside.
I shifted my eyes, just to see if it was true Rahman. I saw him walking over. By only wearing long boxer shorts and towels that are rubbed over the head. Looks like he finished shampooing. I also returned to the closet. Stretched out a hand even deeper, with the expression of both eyebrows furrowing a serious looking mark.
Uh, wait. I usually run away before I finish the shower. Why my brain is so slow to work. I didn't realize when he locked the door. Even busy looking for a pair of socks that have not met.
He smiled and squealed mischievously. Ish, Tease.
"What diary?" ask her by still rubbing a towel cloth into her wet hair.
"I..ini mas, anu socks next to none." I answered stammering. And subconsciously handed him a cloth, which I thought was a sock.
He looked in wonder.I saw both his eyebrows frowning.
"You're seriously that sock?"
"Dad, Mas, uh," my eyes widened when I saw the fold of cloth I had just reached. It turned out that Mas Rahman's shorts.
"So?" He asked with a slight hold of laughter.
"I'm sorry wrong hehe." I put Mas Rahman's cloth back in the closet. Hurry up without folding it again.
'Why must it be wrong!'
"Dec," he called her softly. Followed by a warm sigh that runs through the heart. I did not turn around, I suddenly felt Mas Rahman's voice so close. Just behind me.
A moment later both of his hands were coiled in front of his stomach. Hugged me from behind. So close that there is warmth.
I turned around, looking at him. Looking deeper, his two eyes were looking down. There was happiness there, and a longing look in the clear eyelids.
'Cup'
She smiles. While both my eyes are wide open. Perfectly round until you forget how to blink. I felt like I was running late.
She enjoyed my expression so much, being amazed by the action just now. The next moment he was back to face. Right in front of me. Repeating the action again while embracing my body.
For a moment I flowed with him, until then I pushed his body rough. The remaining consciousness scares me if then the absurdity.
He frowned, confused.
"Anu, Mas, still a hitch," I said softly while tidying up the slightly messy veil.
I saw him breathing heavily. Hopefully not depressed.
