Just a Bond

Surprise on the First Night

I was amazed to see the design of the bridal room prepared for us. The bed is decorated in such a way with a wide variety of ornaments and colorful flowers, making a smile fluffy. The walls are plastered with white cloth commonly used on the bridal stage, as well as some ornamental flowers that add to the beautiful impression. On a bedside nightstand, there was a bouquet of real roses neatly displayed in a small pot.

I moved closer to the bed. Then sit on the side of the bed and smell the roses. I like the smell, the smell.

“Mandi first there. Not sultry?”

I turned towards Mas Farhan who had just entered our room. He opened his suit, then placed the suit on the sofa, leaving behind a plain white shirt that was still wrapped around his body. I let a sweet smile get that attention. This is how I am, easily baper with such small concerns.

I saw Mas Farhan then roll his shirt arm up to the elbow. It made me look at him for a moment. The man who is now my rightful husband is not so handsome. But for me, he has his own charm that is different from my two brothers. Thick eyebrows and dimples that appear on his cheeks when smiling, that is the difference between him and Mas Reza and Mas Gibran. So I have to admit, I started falling in love with him. Yes, falling in love at first sight.

“Hei, really, even dumb?” reproofing. I wave. I hurriedly lowered my gaze, then moved from the corner of the bed to pick up a change of clothes in the suitcase.

Yes, after the reception, Mas Farhan and I went straight to our new residence. Exorbitant, in my opinion. Though I still want to mingle with the family, Mas Farhan instead on behalf of the work that he cannot leave here. Luckily the distance between my house and his house is not too far away. It only takes about an hour, that's if it doesn't crash.

After picking up the toiletries in the suitcase, I placed them in the corner of the bed first. I intend to open the veil because I feel sultry.

“Do not!” I gasped in shock at Mas Farhan's scream as the veil on the head nearly came off. I turned my head with a questioning look towards Mas Farhan. My forehead frowned confused at the look of her flat face.

“Why, Mas?” askaku. I have also confirmed the position of my veil as before. Mas Farhan was silent for quite a while, making me start speculating. What the hell is he thinking?

Mas Farhan cleared a small throat before replying. “Don't open the veil as long as I'm still in this room,” she said.

My eyes bought, not expecting the words to come out of my husband's own lips. Then just now, what? Me? Why does that mention feel foreign to my ears? That sentence seemed to imply a gap-distance-between us.

I was silent for a long time in front of him, while I stared fixedly at his face that still looked flat.

"Why not talk again, Najwa? Let's shower. It's late, almost eight o'clock. The water will get colder."

Ignoring the strange thoughts that began to flash in my head, I nodded at Mas Farhan's sentence without saying anything. I set my foot in the bathroom to clean myself. The head also feels dizzy, maybe with a shower I will be refreshed.

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As soon as I came out of the bathroom, I found Mas Farhan already lying in a casual dress on the bed. His eyes were closed too.

I took a breath before heading to bed. I don't know why, like there's a different taste to me this time. Slowly put my feet near the bed. I looked all over the room.

Oh, God why am I even in this room?

The nuances of this bridal room were lost due to the cold attitude shown by my husband earlier. There is no life of comfort I think. In fact, the fears that filled the brain before this marriage were carried out, as if realized from today.

Will this fear really be realized? God, if so, can I live it? The fear slowly undermined my sanity, so I couldn't think positively.

Sighing tired for a while, I then climbed onto the bed, positioning myself beside Mas Farhan. However, I had not had the head to touch the pillow, I was surprised because Mas Farhan suddenly sat down. I straightened my body with my eyes round looking at it. The heartbeats were racing faster than usual, so shocked, like a new person meeting a ghost. The courage to ask even shrieked because of the glare of his eyes that were reddened and looked dark, there was anger there. I bit my lip in the head for fear.

“You what?” ask her with a hoarse voice.

“You sleep, Mas,” I reply slowly.

“Why is it here?” I looked up, looking at Mas Farhan as I knit my eyebrows at the question.His sharp eyes still glared at my net. Makes me a little creepy. Whatdoes thatmean? Not yet able to answer, Mas Farhan continued his words. “Keep, instead of that I told you, wear your veil while still one room with me?”

I shook my head slowly, unable to believe the cold attitude of this man who now bears my husband's status.

Where was the figure of the gentle man attentively just now? Where is the friendly figure who during the trip so flattered me? Where's the figure of the man who said he wanted to accept me for what I was in front of my post-accident father? Where is the figure of the husband who promised to take care of me as the younger brother of Mas Gibran and Mas Reza, and promised to make me happy in the presence of my two brothers - Weny and Rifka-tadi? Over where? Where is he now? Lord, have you eaten the husband of that servant? This isn't the first Mas Farhan I've ever known.

Although this question began to rage in my heart, creating pain there, and pushing tears to fall, I tried to control my emotions.

“Now we are legitimate, ‘kan, Mas? Why should there be privacy?” ask me with a voice that is worked out as quietly as possible. No way, ‘kan, I had a fight with my husband, even on our first night?

“First and lastly, I remind you. Even though we are already bound does not mean you can casually enter into my life. Follow my rules if you still hope your ID status does not turn into a widow in a moment.”

My body shuddered at that sentence. My eyes are heating up. The tears that had been clumping in the eyes began to fall drop by a speck. The shoulder slowly moved, up and down, because of the crying that kept going. The chest also feels tight immediately, like a pile of tons of iron to make breathing difficult. I held tightly to my chest which continued to throb pain due to this non-bloody wound.

Whatisthis? Why is my marriage so painful? The asa that was originally nurtured in the mind seemed to be melting, not remaining now.

My memory slowly rotated a memory a few hours ago when I was still with my family, at my father's house.

“I received the marriage and marriage of Najwa Azzahra bint Ahmad Sya’roni with the dowry, cash.”

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Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Friday, 11 May 2021