Holy Prison

PS2 42 - Home and Back

The quarrel between Aaron and Farha is heating up, with Aaron still pampering asking Farha to go home right now. This time they still maintained their own ego.

“Aaron, let your wife here for a while.” said Mas Faiz, trying to mediate.

“Sya, Aaron. That's right what Mas Faiz.” said I said.

“No, Faiz, Nindy. My wife's been over a month. How long will he be out of the house?” ask Aaron.

This time Mas Faiz and I were silent, correcting Aaron's words. It's been a month, I feel I can't hold Farha who incidentally has married here again, because Farha has spent her time at Mama's house.

“How about another day, Ron?” my many.

“Can't.” said Aaron who started blocking Farha's arm.

“Mbak..” whine Farha.

“Mas..” I said to Mas Faiz.

“Her husband is more entitled to her, An.” said Mas Faiz.

I also according. “I'm sorry, Farha.” I said.

“We excuse us. Thank you for everything.” Aaron said to me and Mas Faiz.

Inevitably Farha follows Aaron who continues to block his hand while taking him to a car owned by Aaron. Mas Faiz opened the gate. Aaron's car sped out the gate. I followed out the gate. Standing beside the road and staring at the speed of Aaron's car that was getting away.

I exhaled a sad breath. Though I felt a little more would be able to unite them both, but because Aaron's impatient attitude made everything fall apart, Farha who had begun to melt, I was not sure if it would be re-defeated.

“Mas, are our actions right to let Farha go?” my many.

“Let them settle their own affairs, An. After all if we continue to detain Farha, it seems unethical because she has a husband who is more entitled to her.” said Mas Faiz.

I am silent sad.

“Yuk yuk, An. Later you catch wind.” said Mas Faiz.

I nodded too. We went back inside the gate, closed it and locked it. Then we entered the house. Mas Faiz took a shower and changed clothes as I prepared on the bed. When I finished, I took her down to dinner.

At the dining table. I prepared food on the table. Last afternoon Farha and I cooked rib soup. I also took two servings of rib soup and served it on the table, then took two plates of rice for both of us. Then don't forget I got us two glasses of water.

“This is my first meal besides omelet, sausage, and nugget. Although I am still being helped Farha.” I said explaining with sparkling eyes.

“Wah, my wife is great.” said Mas Faiz.

“Try first, Mas.” I said enthusiastically.

“Good, Mas try yes.” said. Anywhere praying. Then taste the rib soup using a spoon.

I closed my eyes. Even though I was helped by Farha, I was still afraid that Mas Faiz would say that my cooking was not good. I peeked a little. To reduce the curiosity.

“Open your eyes.” said Mas Faiz.

I'm shaking. “What does it feel so bad?” my many.

“This, so good.” said.

I opened my eyes wide.

“Yes, this is delicious. This is the most delicious cuisine that Mas has ever eaten.” said Mas Faiz with a smile. Makes me feel embarrassed.

“Really? Didn't you lie to me?” my many.

“Of course.” Mas Faizpun began to eat very greedily. I looked at him with great affection.

“Pelan-pelan.” I said while wiping a grain of rice that stuck to the corner of his lips.

...***...

Mas Faiz now entered and joined me who was sleeping on the bed.

“Tok us to the obstetrician yes, An?” ask Mas Faiz.

After that we went back to sleep. I hugged my husband from the side. It's cozy.

After I slept, I woke up. I glanced at the wall clock perched on the wall sweetly. I looked at him when he showed me at 01.00 WIB. Through midnight. Suddenly I wanted to eat cheese.

I patted my husband on the cheek, woke him up. Not too difficult, Mas Faiz opened his eyes.

“Mas, I want to eat cheese.” I said.

Mas Faiz blinked a few times.

“Lho, don't you not like cheese? You just love chocolate, right?” tanya Mas Faiz was confused.

“I want cheese, Mas.” I said while whining.

“Good, a minute yes, Mas find it first.” said Mas Faiz.

Mas Faiz stood up and walked over, he almost fell down. I'm sure it's because Mas Faiz's life hasn't been fully collected. Mas Faiz just left to find cheese for me.

A while later, Mas Faizpun came, this time his face was bright. He came up to me and gave me a piece of cheese. I also took it with a smile. Besides cheese, Mas Faiz also brought me a drink.

I opened a pack of cheese. Then take a small cut of the cheese and eat it.

“Have.” I said.

I gave Mas Faiz cheese and other cheese packs. Mas Faiz gawked in disbelief at what I was doing. I'm thrusting again. Mas Faiz hurriedly took it.

“Already?” ask Mas Faiz.

I nodded, “Iya, already.” I said steady.

“You only ate a fingertip?” tanyakanya.

I nodded again. “Are you mad at me?” many sad.

“Eh, no-no, Mas don't get angry.” said Mas Faiz.

“Why is your face like that?” I said.

“I'm just a little surprised.” said Mas Faiz. “Awhile I brought this down first yes.” said.

Mas Faiz brought the cheese and water out of the room. Then I sat down again. I looked up, looking at the ceiling that had never changed from the first time I came to this house. Mas Faiz was alone in this house. I spread my eyes all over the corner of the room. I began to imagine how Mas Faiz lived alone in a house this big. He must have been very lonely first.

Clamps!

The sound of the door opening. Showing my husband there. He approached me again.

“Sleep yes, you will get sick if you do not sleep.” said Mas Faiz.

I'm nodding.

“Mas, I want to pray tahajud as usual.” I said.

Mas Faiz's eyes sparkled again. Anyun nodded. Almost every night we pray tahajud congregation. Of course with Mas Faiz as my Imam. It feels so good to be the aunt of someone I love so much as well as someone who has brought you to the halal path. We also took the water and prepared for tahajud congregation prayers.

...***...

Bend day. At 09.30 WIB I was watering the grass in the front garden. Mas Faiz did not allow me to do exhausting activities because now my condition is pregnant. Mas Faiz really didn't want me to be exhausted.

Mas Faiz had left for the office this morning.

DUG DUG!

Someone banged on the gate hard. Now I turned my eyes from the plants to the gate that was becoming so the sound of the pounding. I turned off the water tap. Approaching the gate with a feeling of anxiety.

What is this? – my question in heart.

I really couldn't help my curiosity in someone who was now banging on the gates of my house.