Heart Fragment

The First Delayed Night

Since the thrilling incident this morning. Where my husband started to be happy with his name all of a sudden. Mas Rahman so often steal eyes on me. Even at the family dinner table. Still, his gaze did not escape from looking at me.

Sniff the rice, glancing again.

Scooping again, glancing again.

Ladle,

Lyrically.

Ladle.

Lyrically.

Until he did not realize that his spoon had run out.

"Sniff what tho, Man? If you are still hungry again," chirped mother-in-law saw the silly behavior of Mas Rahman.

"You want to add, but love Rani" Mas Rahman replied later.

"Heeeeh...?" All the views point to him. Me included.

"Welehh-weleh, you are a seductive wife in front of the same father's mother. Not ashamed of what?"

I saw my mother-in-law shaking her head. As for Mas Rahman's father, his expression was more likely to be flat.

Indeed, since my marriage with Mas Rahmah, my father-in-law is very rarely spoken. It can even be said to be irit. Just as necessary. Unlike the mother-in-law who is more familiar with me and very happy to talk. I noticed that my father-in-law was breathing, wanting to say something but not so. Time and again he looks riled up, justifying the sitting position is not wrong.

"Next week, Devan is coming" he said suddenly. After a glance at Rahman.

Did ya? Thank God he wants to go home. I miss him so much." Ibu Mas Rahman's eyes were glazed over.

*devan?

Devan who's yah*?

Although the name I just heard from the family Mas Rahman, but the name is not foreign. There are many memories that go with that name.

A name that a few years ago became the center of my mind and world. The name of one of the students who KKN in Mbah Kakung Village. Which I admire a lot, but also hurt my heart.

For a moment there is pain that comes back pinching, here, in this chest. I immediately shook off that feeling. It's impossible if it's him. But I need an explanation for Devan's figure here as who.

"Devan? Who's yah?" My tongue. The question just skimmed off without me being able to set it up myself. So curious.

"Rani doesn't know?" Ask the mother-in-law.

I nodded slowly in response. Mother-in-law glanced at Rahman. The ones in the lyrics are still busy looking. Looking at me with a look, I don't know. As if thinking of something.

"Then Rahman was explained" he replied lightly. While pulling his collar, sultry.

Since four o'clock in the afternoon, precisely after the Ashar prayer. The mother and father-in-law went to the brother's house that lived near the hero's garden. They said there was some business. So maybe tonight come home a little late. My mother-in-law told me not to wait, because the key to the house had one with her.

I was alone with my husband, Rahman and this time my feelings became very uncomfortable.

My mind continued to drift, at the figure of Devan called Mas Rahman earlier. Just now I know, it turns out my father-in-law is Mas Rahman's stepfather, and Devan?

There is anger in the heart. I hope it's just a coincidence of the same name. I'm confused too. What if the Devan in question is he's my past? Devan, who disappeared without a trace, is now my brother. Ah, I hope not. Don't want it to happen, just imagine it yourself.

"Cock-awkwardly?" Rahman's question immediately broke my daydream. He walked over, sat in front of the TV.

I'm shaking. Covering the anger of my heart.

"It's night, let's go to sleep." Bring me.

I saw the small hand of the wall clock pointing to the number nine. That means I've been struggling with my own thoughts for two hours.

"Later on, I have not prayed Isha." I refuted.

"Well prayers? Means the end yah?" He flocked to me with questions that were constantly being repeated.

"Dad," I replied flatly. My heart is raging, no longer focused on Mas Rahman.

He turned off the television. Tell me to pray isya immediately. It is my fault that I did not immediately hurry since the Adzan earlier. All I know is, Mas Rahman prayed on time. Maybe he doesn't like it if I delay prayer.

After the prayer I did not go to sleep. Repairing the invocation of items lying just about anywhere in the kitchen. There are some dirty dishes and glasses. Without thinking I washed it immediately. Until then there are two hands that back coiled in front of the stomach.

'Ish, habit.' I smiled to myself.

"It's not finished yet?" whispered to Rahman.

"In a moment, Mommy."

I could feel him pressing on my right shoulder with his chin and as usual he suddenly kissed me on the cheek. Signs unfortunately for me.

He's my husband, since three weeks of marriage has been patiently waiting for me. Her love and attention made me melt. He's a good guy. I have sinned procrastinating, giving what should be his due.

"Can?" He asked permission. Both of his eyes were so warm. I nodded in agreement.

His hands started moving. Removing the head covering cloth. Looking at me with love. She whispered once in a while, Beautiful.

There's no pause. I let her exercise her right, and my duty as a wife has been fulfilled.

Many times he buried his face, enjoying every carving of the face. Sometimes I don't know myself, as a master who doesn't welcome well every invitation. His breath is clashing. It creates the happy rhythm that is created.

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