Just a Bond

I Didn't Expect

“From yesterday you didn't sleep?”

Hearing the distinctive and familiar heavy voice in the ears, suddenly, I turned towards the door. Knowing Mas Farhan's whereabouts, I immediately got out of bed. Realizing that this head was not covered with a veil, I was briefly clubbed. So surprised, quickly, I grabbed a blanket folded in the corner of the bed, then wrapped it to the head. Somehow, being used to shutting myself down while with Mas Farhan even though he was my husband, made me feel awkward when accidentally caught in this state.

“Not able to sleep, Mas.”

"Why?"

Yes where can sleep, people daydream continuously from earlier. Hadheh. My daydreaming habits lately have become more and more troubling.

Mas Farhan stepped in, then approached towards me who was already leaning on the couch. My heart rate felt faster than usual. Getting the unusual attitude of Mas Farhan since arriving at this house made me like a sudden heart gymnast.

Duh, don't let me suddenly have a heart attack because of Mas Farhan's attitude. Oh my God, what am I thinking? I think it's a real shift, my brain.

The closer Mas Farhan steps towards me, making me more stubborn. Moreover, his sharp gaze like an eagle eyeing its prey. Mas Farhan's eyes were round, and each stare looked sharp, like he was typical.

Duh, Mas Farhan would like to do something, anyway?

Still guessing what Mas Farhan wanted to do with all the possibilities that just appeared in the brain, again I was made aghast when my husband touched the head, and tried to open the blanket earlier.

Reflexes, I held hands on the blanket. “Eh, Mas Farhan what do you want?”

Because honestly I was confused as to why he suddenly did that. My lips opened wider when I heard the answer.

“Just open the blanket.”

Still with the position of both hands tightened the blanket so as not to be pulled by the hand of Mas Farhan who is still the same as the original position, I hold my head staring at his face down, also looking into my eyes. I was wrong with his behavior. I turned my eyes away as the awkwardness slowly slipped. Our position was very close, even when I turned my face, I could clearly see Mas Farhan's face above me. I also don't know what to talk about.

Like understanding my confusion, and maybe he also remembered what rules he had been in during our stay in one room, he then went back to saying, “It's okay, Najwa. No one is here.”

I'm still flinching. Really, I feel uncomfortable. I don't know, I don't know why I feel that way.

“From now on, don't wear a veil again while in the room, even if there is me.”

This is real, ‘right?

Because of his speechless, I did not know what to respond to Mas Farhan's sentence just now. The brain feels empty for a moment. What Mas Farhan said was really like a magic spell that was able to make me forget what I wanted to ask. I could only mutter while looking at the expression on her sweet black face. Say I'm lebay. However, for a wife who has never been considered by her husband like me, this is truly a wonderful thing, and also very much to be grateful for.

Mas Farhan's attitude slowly improved, he also removed the rules that he had gradually enforced. Like want to eat fresh bread, unexpectedly can with milk too.

Who's not happy then?

Mother, is this a sign that Mas Farhan will accept me?

“Why cry?” I'm gnawing. I didn't even realize there were tears crossing my cheeks. I rush those tears, then force myself to smile towards Mas Farhan.

Duh, why can this release anyway? What would Mas Farhan think of me? He would have said I was a crybaby.

“Eng-nothing, really, Mas.”

He just looked at me for a while, like he wasn't worried why I was suddenly crying. These tears were shed because of her.

“Azan Asar. Still have wudhu’?”

My eyeballs were instantly rounded.

Duh, how long had I been daydreaming? Feelings are only five minutes, huh. Just azan.

Scroll wall clock again, it turns out it has entered Asar time.

I turned back to Mas Farhan. “It's off, Mas.”

“Wudhu’ there. Worship again. I wait here.”

Oh, my God, Mas Farhan. It's really you, isn't it, Mas?

Waw. Shocked dong. You guys are shocked to hear Mas Farhan's question. If I don't remember how the relationship that was created between us all this time, I would have just answered the question. But the question is, if I did, Mas Farhan would carry me really what not, huh?

Nathana, Najwa. Still think of all sorts.

“Hah, uh .. eng—”

“Hah uh hah uh, quarry, Najwa.”

I pursed my lips.

Why is the nature of Mas Farhan that one is not lost, anyway? Sucks.

Slowly, I lowered my feet to the floor, stood up and grabbed a towel behind the door, then stepped into the bathroom. But before that, when I was already in the doorway, I took the time to look into the room and see what he was doing. Turns out he held his two— prayer mats and.

Uh, but this is weird. Mas Farhan is getting back as if he's changing. Yes, even though I still like sudden jutek. What is this ....

O Allah, if this is the answer to every prayer of the servant during this time, then what reason will the servant use to curl from Your gift? You are the unexpected surprise giver, O God. When the servant began to despair with Mas Farhan's attitude, You then showed the good side of the servant's husband so that the servant still wanted to fight.

I stared at the man who had been taking my steps for almost two months.

I will try to be more patient and stay strong to fight for you, Mas. May the Rido come from Allah, yes. Ilove you.

When I saw that Mas Farhan had begun to sit in his alphabet facing the Qibla, I quickly went to the bathroom, not wanting to make him wait too long.

...***...

My footsteps seemed to suddenly be stuck where I was standing. Because upon entering the room, I found Mas Farhan reading the Qur’an in a rather loud voice. The towel I was about to use to wipe the remaining water on my face, suddenly stopped and floated just in front of my face. I didn't expect the other side of my husband to be like this. The voice taught her very well, nice to hear. Tajwid makhrajnya I believe better Mas Farhan, deh, than me.

Seeing that, one belief grew in this heart. Dad didn't choose a mate for me.

Yeah, nothing's wrong, Dad.

Just like I said earlier this morning to the middle-aged man who is my father's status. Mas Farhan's attitude from the beginning was just a test for our household, right? He's a good man.

“Do not wipe the water, just leave it. More reward when praying in the state of ablution' we have not dried.”

I was aghast and stuttered for a while when Mas Farhan suddenly turned around with his hands still holding the Qur’an.

Oh, my God, my.

“Already. Come salad.”

Putting a towel on the hanger, I then put the mukena, then went to the prayer mat and began to worship with my beloved husband.

...***...

“Prepared, yes.”

My prayer fold stopped before it was done. I looked up, looking at Mas Farhan who was already standing with my head bowed to me, just like the position earlier. My eyeballs are a little shaky, shocked. I immediately lowered my gaze as Mas Farhan's sharp gaze turned back to me.

“Where to go, Mas?”

...***...

Salamu 'alaikum wa rahmatullah wa barakatuh. Hello, Genks. Sorry, yes, the update was long. Hope you guys don't get tired of waiting for the update Mas Farhan and Najwa.

Sweet greetings from me. Don't forget to leave a trace, yeah.

Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Wednesday, 28 July 2021