Heart Fragment

There's a Jealous One

For a moment, I saw the lightning shadow of Rahman's face.

"I'm sorry Rani, mas," I'm restrained.

I don't know, the current state of the house makes me very uncomfortable.

Although there was a sense of happiness created when looking at him, but I was afraid. If then my heart can't control. Demand more feelings. Which should no longer exist.

"Tokk..tokk.tokk, Raniii!!"

I heard him knocking on the door.

I opened my own mouth, my eyes were round.

What...dia..so reckless?

"Tokk...Cgrd...cklekk..." He knocks harder while playing the room door handle.

I have to what?!

Must what?!!

God is home alone.

I cupped both hands in the face. Fear of panicking too.

"Sorry, you don't be afraid." I heard him talking from behind the door.

"Which house key? you continue to cook, I want to go out" he said again.

Really, what was he talking about?

What if he's a macem?

how?!!

"Raaaannn," he shouted again.

Open it?

No!

Open it?

No!

Open it?

No!

Though hesitating, this hand finally grabbed the room key and opened it.

Chequek!

"You don't think weird, Rani. I'm not that bad" he said as he looked at me in the door. I intentionally did not open wide. Because the fear in the heart still dominates.

"Sorry it was too much. What house keys? I'm going out." He held out his right palm.

"Wait there," I said as I reached into my pocket in the home game I was wearing.

A moment later I thrust the key with a puppet-shaped hanger in his hand. Still through the open door.

"You don't panic, I'm getting better" he said, then passed.

Uhh?!!

* * * * *

The afternoon is the time I always wait. Waiting for the tired figure who walked over to me. His sweat sweat became a witness, how responsible he was in providing. He loved me very much, even though our age was quite far away. Ten years of distance between my age and her. But apparently, the soul mate does not look at age. I began to get hooked on him. My husband's.

The attention he gave, always managed to make me float. Like this afternoon, he suddenly sent me a package of goods.

Light green dress with veil of flowers motifs. I swiveled in front of the mirror. Cut yourself in there. Well-favoured. It matches my pure white skin color.

Rahman was a good husband. I am grateful to have it.

"Ting Tong!" Doorbell screaming.

Scroll clock on the wall. At four o'clock in the afternoon, it must be Rahman coming.

"Ting keg ting tong!" Back doorbell screaming.

Once again, face to the front of the mirror. Lipstick, woe, powder too. The smell of perfume is also on the body.

Today I want to surprise him. I usually dress up in my room. This time I want to dress up to welcome her when I get home.

Sometimes it's okay, after all the residents of the house no longer exist.

I ran small down the stairs. Because my room is located right upstairs.

Smiles were adorning my cheeks. I don't know why I suddenly miss him so much, to Rahman, my husband.

A bit of fear also ran through my mind. What if Rahman doesn't like my look. Or is he even praising and happy to see me dress up like this? I don't know. The important thing is that I just want to give my best for him. I hope he likes it.

I grimaced, smiling amusedly. I can't wait for the beloved of hearts.

My hand started to grab the door handle. Unlock and continue to be embarrassed.

Rahman's face continued to be reflected. I put on my own smile to hold the shame.

"Lickness"

Door opens. And the shadow that had floated earlier suddenly became dark. The smile faded away with a sharp glare.

"Devan?" For the sake of seeing what was now standing before me.

Both our views are mixed. Debaran which should belong to Rahman mas replaced already with a pounding that began to run wild.

He's still stuck at the door. Looked at me carefully. His shocked expression was the same as mine. Neither expect.

"Beautiful" he said for a moment.

I threw away my face. Neutralizing a heart that kicked with very insolent. It should have been Rahman who saw me earlier, but the compliment turned out to be able to attract a smile on my lip line.

It passed away. Sneaking into the house. Letting me sculpt myself after he whispered praise.

For a moment there was a look that looked at me, silently staring at the door.

"Mas Rahman?"

My tongue is like a tongue. Nanar he looked, with a doubtful expression at me.

Did he misunderstand?

* * * * *

"Sorry, mas" I said softly after we both went into the room.

He was still in his work clothes starting to open his own tie.

"Rani just want to make mas happy," I said again without daring to look.

"Don't you like Rani Dandan?" I asked for answers to her silence and regret.

I saw him breathing heavily.

Threw my fingers and twisted in between her fingers.

"Mas doesn't like Rani dandan outside, quite a mas look. Understood?" Soft talk.

Thank goodness he was not suspicious or thinking.

"Rani know? Allah does not forbid every Muslim woman to dress up and make up. There is only one place where a Muslim can decorate. Look at Rani's face." He brought his face closer to me. Look at everything that is shown there.

"Bent eyelashes, eyeliner, blushing cheeks, not to mention wet lipstick lips." He corrected them one by one.

"Beautiful, very beautiful. And this smell." It sniffs funny.

"If anyone has the same passion as Rani how?" There was a gurat of anxiety on his face. For a moment he kissed my forehead.

Then he whispered, "Why is the angel special? because she's awake, not wildly glancing at a man other than her husband."

Nyess...

Something's melting in here, in my heart. He is besides good, also a righteous man.

"So, Rani dansannya in front of the mas aja well? No one enjoys Mas's property." Say again.

I nodded, confessing to the khilaf.

Remembering a hadith how the actual ornate guidance. Only for him who has the right to see it, of course for the lover halal in a sacred bond. Tied up in a wedding.

"So?" He then asked. About a question I don't understand at all.

"So?" He rolled one eye, flirtatious.

Second, two seconds, three seconds. He took me into his arms.

Drowning in the ocean of love. Combining love, strengthening this halal relationship.

* * * * *

At the dinner table, as usual we enjoyed dinner with the family. Rahman stole a look at me. I replied with a shy smile. It feels like the world belongs to both of us, not infrequently when the others are busy eating. That husband of mine with his ridiculous manner slurped mischievously.

"Tringgg," the sound of spoons and forks in the stomp. Everyone looked at Devan. He pulled out his collar then stood pushing his chair roughly.

"Where, Van?" My father-in-law asked in wonder.

"You take a shower, Dad. Sultry!"