Just a Bond

Is This a Good Sign What's Bad?

“Lo, Mas Gibran has arrived?”

I who initially focused on the activities of Mbak Diva and Mas Gibran who were compromising to wake his two daughters who still did not want to get out of the car, slowly shifted attention. I gasped a little when I realized who the speaker was.

Mas Gibran looked out for a moment. “Iya, Han. Just arrived, really. This again persuaded Nayla and Sheila to move into aja.”

After that, my sister got back in the car to wake her two daughters.

“Mas, mending carried aja, deh. They seem still sleepy,” suggested Mbak Diva. Snapping, Mas Gibran carrying Nayla. While Mbak Diva prepares to hold Sheila.

“Let me be a fat Sheila, Mbak.”

I looked at Mas Farhan in disbelief.

Very good, anyway.

Maybe because it was exhausted, Mbak Diva immediately shifted his position then gave a gap to Mas Farhan. The tall man with thick eyebrows carried my bangs, and brought them into the house. I helped Ms. Diva to bring her things, then allowed her to rest.

“Have you prayed Zuhur?”

I, who was resting my chin on the window of the room while watching the view outside the house, turned my head. After handing over Mbak Diva's belongings earlier, I did go straight back to the room, without waiting for Mas Farhan who was still putting Sheila to sleep in Mas Gibran's room.

I saw my husband step up and open the shirt that wrapped his body. Leave a plain white short-sleeved shirt. It made me think back to the first time I arrived at his house.

Wanting to dress up of any kind, Mas Farhan still looked handsome in my eyes. The more the day goes on, the more handsome he looks. And for some reason, every time I looked at him I always felt in love with this man who was standing in front of me. And if I look at her track record of living together for almost two months, there is nothing I can make a reason to love her. It may be true that loving is not necessary to reason. It will present itself if that person is the one being addressed.

The only thing I know and the only reason I love him is because he's my husband. A wife should love her husband, right?

Anyway, it's true Dad said. Living with Mas Farhan allowed me to interact more verbally. Although not very much the change. And, I just realized that every thing must have its positive and negative sides. Em, how to describe it, yeah. Because I put my feelings forward and give more space for negative thoughts to enter the brain, I forget that beside the negative side it must be with the positive side.

Uh ... I if again outside the circumstances that force involves the heart, would be able to think this way. Just try if Mas Farhan is angry or is facing bad behavior, where can it be? The hunt first.

Indeed, negative-smelling things are more often inherent in the brain than positive things. Like a five-meter whitewashed building, then there was a speck of black stains there, then the first thing that would appear in the eyes, was the stain. When compared to the white painted parts, the stain is nothing. Just like Mas Farhan. Living with him with problems that come and go, indirectly train me to be more patient, firm and more enterprising to fight for what dreams I want.

Mas Farhan is good, really. The proof is that he can be kind to me, as he is today, and also to my family.

However .... Instantly I lowered my gaze when suddenly Mas Farhan looked at me with a sharp gaze typical of him. Can I let my mind wander when I'm still dealing with it?

Hadheh. You're bad, Najwa.

“Now your habits have turned cosplay into conch, yes?”

What an amazing ‘’ Thy creature this one, O Lord. His wife is likened to a snail.

Quickly, I turned my face to look at Mas Farhan who was looking back at me flat. Because of his speechless, these lips can only perch without a word being said. Just a moving head—m drowns—awhile, representing a sense of inexhaustibility in the mind.

There are always Mas Farhan's words that go straight to the heart. Even it was already such a characteristic that was deeply inherent in him. His voice was slow, but very piercing. Quietly washed.

It can make me hurt, Mom.

Kuhela slowly breaths this, providing oxygen supply to the lungs that suddenly feel out of air, to bring tightness back in the chest.

“What? Want protest?”

Lazy to serve Mas Farhan's attitude which is clearly annoying when it is this way, I shook my head slowly. The business is long and ends in a storm. No, I don't want to make a fuss when I'm still in my family's neighborhood.

“Have you prayed, not yet?” the Mas Farhan.

“Numbered, Mas.”

I heard Mas Farhan clucked quite loudly. “Wudu’, we pray together.”

The words tasbih and tahmid continued to be spoken in this heart when I could really stand behind Mas Farhan as his Zuhr prayer makmum. Trying to unite the mind to honor Him, I also began chanting takbir when Mas Farhan began his prayer.

O Allah, if this is an early sign of the change of Mas Farhan in a better direction, ease the way. Because honestly, the fears are always there. It felt so tiring when I was flown to the clouds and dropped to the bottom of the earth in a moment.

My feelings were mixed again when Mas Farhan suddenly turned towards me after saying our prayers after we finished. His gaze this time was different, feeling soothing to the eyes. There was a glimmer of love emanating from the dense eyeballs that usually stared intently at it. For a long time we sat there, and I seemed to be unknowingly trapped by that gaze, until finally the sound of the silence of Mas Farhan diverted my attention. I was in a hurry to find another focus to look at. I too soon got up to change clothes.

My heart isn't healthy if it keeps on like this. Mas Farhan's gaze always managed to make me feel like I ran a marathon.

Just about to pick up a shirt in the closet, one call Mas Farhan stopped my actions. I looked up to welcome his call. “Why, Mas?”

“Rest. Later if it is Asar, I will wake up.”

The clock hanging on the west wall. It is still a long time to enter Asar time. It's only two and a half.

“But I want to see Mas Gibran, Mas. I haven't seen him in a long time.”

Mas Farhan got up from his place of prayer, folded the prayer mat, then placed it in the corner of the bed.

“You're not tired of what travel is?”

This is Mas Farhan why, huh? Why has he been showing me so much attention lately? Did Mas Farhan really start accepting me? Oh my God, what's a good sign?

I paled my intention to pick up the shirt, then turned my body to face my husband who was already sitting in the corner of the bed.

“Tadi ‘kan already slept in the car, Mas.”

“Can you obey your husband, Najwa?”

I blinked.

“Lagian Mas Gibran is also definitely resting. Didn't you see that Miss Diva looked exhausted? What about Gibran? She's driving, lo.”

“Mas, why are you, anyway?”

I don't know, I don't know why when Mas Farhan was being nice, I seemed to be warding off. This other side of me did not stop warning me to be more careful.

“What?”

“Mas Farhan is no longer sick, right?”

I moved closer to Mas Farhan, then raised my hand to feel his forehead. Who knows he is really already ‘agak-agak’. Uh, masyaallah.

“Apaan, anyway,” ketus Mas Farhan, make me again take a deep breath. “You think I'm sick? I'm fine.”

“But Mas Farhan is weird, lo. Mas Farhan is not a demon on the road to get here, right?”

“You are the devil.” Mas Farhan smashed my hand quite rough. “Terden, deh. Whether to sleep or not. Attention, lots of protests. Turn of meweek-girl.”

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Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Sunday, 18 July 2021