Holy Prison

PS2. 16 - So Tight

My chest hurts so much. My eyes are getting hot too. But I can't cry. “Mas, I wash dishes first yes.” I said.

I took our dirty dishes to the sink in the kitchen. I turned on the water faucet, this time, I actually bit my lip, I didn't want my husband to hear my sobbing.

When I was just about to grab a sponge to do the dishes. I felt someone holding me from behind. In this house it was just the two of us, so I killed the one who hugged me was Mas Faiz.

“God willing I will find a way so that something like this does not happen again, you are patient for a moment huh.” he said.

Mas Faiz placed his head on my right shoulder. Hearing her words, I hurriedly turned my body and hugged my husband.

“If not wrong, I once read one of your novels about a girl who really likes poetry. Are you included?” tanyakanya.

I let go of my embrace. “You read it, Mas?” my many.

“Of course.” says Mas Faiz. He wiped the tears on my cheeks. “You want me to read you one poem?” ask Mas Faiz.

I'm nodding. Mas Faiz grabbed my hand. My eyes follow his hand. Then switch to his face.

“I want to love you simply: in a word that wood never speaks to fire that makes it ash.

I want to love you simply: with a gesture that never got delivered, a cloud to the rain that made it go away. –I Want the work of Sapardi Djoko Damono.” Mas Faiz recited a poem he memorized to me.

“You know, Mas? Meaning of the poem?” my many.

“That's a beautiful love poem isn't it? I want to love you simply, meaning I want to love you sincerely.” said Mas Faiz.

“Do not forget ‘with a word that could not be spoken wood to the fire that made it abu’, Mas. Wood, fire, and ashes. Doesn't this symbolize love not until?” my many.

Mas Faiz chuckled.

“How about this?

Lean on the rainbow color dance

You're in front of me in a silk twilight hood

In your black eyes are roses and jasmine

Smell your hair waving with senda

Singing, the night in prayer arrives

Shouted the water of the soul pond

And in my chest is singing songs

Attractive dancing all over me

Living out of my life, the door opens

As long as your eyes look up to me

As long as you blood flows from the wound

Between us dead come not splitting. – White Pledge by Chairil Anwar.” Faiz returned to recite the poem he had memorized.

I smile shyly. Who does not know the meaning of the White Rhyme that is so romantic that describes the feeling of love of the poet to his lover? In the poem it is also implied sincerity, honesty and sincerity. I melt like a candle.

“How?” tanyakanya.

I smiled, “Romantis.” I said.

“It looks like your novel helped a lot, An.” said Mas Faiz while chuckling.

“Realously true yes, Mas?” my many.

“What's really?” ask Mas Faiz.

“Slightly a lot, the writing is the feeling of the author.” I said, referring to my own writing.

Mas Faiz nodded.

“How are you feeling right now?” ask Mas Faiz.

I clearly know, Mas Faiz just wanted to comfort me. No matter why he could always win my heart, I who was so sad was so easy to bring him to a happy state. He's really very attentive and knows how to make me comfortable.

“I love you more, Mas.” I said, unconscious.

“Ikut..” I said.

Mas Faiz chuckled. We washed the dishes together.

***

A few days later. I'm used to cooking and taking care of the house. Even so Mas Faiz always helped me. We are watching TV now. Suddenly Mas Faiz's phone rang. Raised it. I shrink the volume of the TV to the smallest tones.

“Waalaikumsalam, yes, I'm at home. Just send me the files I need to sign to my house because I haven't been able to get to the office. Waalaikumsalam.” said Mas Faiz.

I looked at Mas Faiz, it seemed like it was an office affair. She must still not want to leave me alone in this house. So, she chose to stay home without going to the office.

“Do you have to go back to the office, Mas?” my many.

“No, An. But there's one of my staff that's coming, you don't mind right?” ask Mas Faiz.

“Of course not, Mas. I went upstairs first to change clothes.” I said.

Just as I was about to stand up, Mas Faiz's phone rang. Mas Faiz took his phone, saw the name on his phone screen and put the phone back down without lifting it.

“Who, Mas?” my many.

“Kak Ulfa.” said.

“Jawab only, Mas. Fear important.” I said.

Mas Faizpun answered the call and raised the volume so that I could hear. Actually I am very sad, Ulfa certainly knows that I also have a mobile phone, but why would she prefer to call Mas Faiz than call me?

“Halo, Assalamualaikum.” Brother Ulfa started the dig.

“Waalaikumsalam.” Faiz answered.

“Gus Faiz, I want to go home, because I told you to bring food.” said Ulfa.

Mas Faiz glanced at me. I thought for a second. How also Ulfa is my sister. I can't avoid it all day. So I nodded. Moreover, Ulfa said that she was told by Mama. Maybe Mama was worried about me so she sent Sister Ulfa home.

“Alright.” replied Mas Faiz.

“I asked to share location yes.” said Kak Ulfa.

“Good.” replied Mas Faiz.

“See you at home yes, wassalamualaikum.” Greetings Kak Ulfa.

“Waalaikumsalam.” Me and Mas Faiz replied. Mas Faizpun disconnected the phone.

“You're okay, An?” ask Mas Faiz.

“It's okay, Mas. After all, Ulfa is my sister, I cannot avoid her continuously.” I said.

“Alright, then.” said Mas Faiz.

I went to my room to change clothes. Then come down again. Soon I heard Mas Faiz talking to someone. I approached him too.

“This is my wife.” said Mas Faiz.

I was really surprised. Although I had not seen him for many years, I knew this man before me very well. Mas Faiz observed my stiff body. There, the man also looked very surprised.

“Nindy?” this man seemed to confirm his sight.

“Lho, Revan, you know my wife?” ask Mas Faiz.

I froze, how do I explain the relationship between me and Revan. However, I racked my brain, I can't possibly say that Revan was my ex-boyfriend back then. Now, he is Mia's husband. I can say that.

“He's Mia's husband, Mas. The paper Marsya.” I said.

Mas Faizpun's face changed. It seems like he realized who Revan is. Maybe not, I really can't guess.

“Sit, Van.” says Mas Faiz.

“Let me get you a drink first, Mas.” I said.

I went to the kitchen to make a drink for my husband and Revan. Mia Revan is always busy working, there is never time at home even just playing with Marsya, her biological child. Turns out Revan was one of my husband's staff.