Just a Bond

Hollowly

I took a deep breath. Not wanting to burn more emotions, I sipped the drink that was ordered by Mas Gibran. Even until the drink runs out, this feeling does not calm down.

“But in spite of it all, admit your mistake in front of all the family, the rest of the decision will definitely be in the hands of Najwa and Dad. For trouble with Rifka as well, say in front of them. Later I will also tell him to come home when you are ready to admit your mistake. You understand what I mean, Farhan?”

Slowly, I nodded my head. “Iya, Mas. I understand.”

Mas Gibran nodded. “OK. I want to discuss that.” My sister-in-law got up from her seat, ready to leave.

“Mas,” call me with a stifled voice.

“Why?”

“If you may know, where is Najwa?”

“At my house. He's been sick again, infused since yesterday afternoon because of the drop. After you made him almost die because of his allergies, you also did not give the medicine to him, right?”

It's grim! I just remembered the medicine!

“Say—”

“Don't meet Najwa before you're honest with your parents and Dad, and make up your mind.”

“But, Mas.”

“What else? It's lucky I gave you an opportunity like this. If I had just let Reza meet you, maybe he would have immediately told you to take care of the divorce papers.”

Checkmate! What can I do if it's like this other than give up?

“Should not give a chance to a man like him!”

Live long! Just now that his name was mentioned, he instead showed a nose stick in front of us. The sharpness of his face that was flushed red, clearly implied anger.

“Fuck you, Farhan!”

“Agh!” I shouted along with one bogem that managed to land right in the nose. Original, the effect of the bogeman was extremely painful. Because of that all of a sudden, I couldn't balance the body, until it ended up tumbling backwards. Gosh darn. So powerful was Mas Reza's punch, my God.

“Reza, what are you doing here?” ask Mas Gibran. “Tadi Mas told you to keep Najwa at home, right?”

The two brothers looked at each other, while I tried to get up while holding the former bogeman Mas Reza.

Why is it so sick, anyway?

“Why didn't Mas tell you that Mas came out to meet this man? I should have told you. I've been snarling with him. He should be taught a lesson!” Mas Reza's tone of voice was stirring. Maybe I am so emotional with me.

“Already. Don't make a fuss here. He gave Farhan a warning. He was taught a lesson too. You are silent.”

“But, Mas?”

Highlights of that emotion have not wanted to fade from the eyes of Mas Reza. But, Mas Gibran did not give up on stopping him.

“Already. You hit him too, right? Come home. You here, told to keep Najwa even wandering.”

“Najwa referred to clinic. That's why I came here. Nelponin Mas was not appointed.”

Mas Gibran then stepped out of the cafe, while Mas Reza still turned his head towards me. “Our business is not finished,” hisses.

It's awful that my two brothers-in-law, my God. They have their own ways to scare me.

Mas Reza then left, following Mas Gibran. While I again sat limp in the cafe chair while holding the part of the face that still feels pain. Hearing that Najwa was being treated and now being referred to the clinic, I became even more guilty. It's all because of me.

I put my hand to rub my face. “Ah, dammit! Why wear forget that his face got bogem earlier, anyway. So it hurts more, right.”

You Farhan dodol!

***

After meeting with Mas Gibran and Mas Reza at that time, and getting a hard warning not to see Najwa by his two brothers when I had been secretly going to the clinic where Najwa was treated, he said, I shut down access to communications with anyone. HP I turn off so that no one bothers, deliberately not out of the house too. For the store and studio business, I'm sending it to Kinan. Eat instant food near home. I don't know how long I've been locked up here, the room Najwa used to rest in. The feeling of emptiness that had recently struck my heart, discouraged me from doing anything.

A coward! I should have done something to melt the hearts of Najwa's two brothers. But I'm like this.

Like this morning. After dawn prayers, I immediately stood by in Najwa's room, preparing to lay down on this bed. Fortunately here also facilitated the bed, although not as good as in my room. Mother who planned the contents of this house first. It's useful, yes.

“How are you, Najwa?” I began monologuing while stretching the body by making one arm as a head pad. I stared at the ceiling of the room. “Sorry to make the mistakes I made.”

Severe, anyway. I should be right next to him now. Accompanying him through his difficult times in the face of pain. But what can I do? Just for a while in Najwa's room and it just so happened that he was asleep at that time, Mas Reza and Mas Gibran compactly herded me out and kicked me out. Gosh darn.

I suddenly remembered something. Immediately I got out of bed and grabbed Najwa's diary which was still neatly stored there.

My Hot - Tempered and Hot Husband

Once again I smiled bitterly reading the title of Najwa's diary.

The first time I met you, I was fascinated by you. I felt like I was in love at first sight. I want to give all my love to you. You are friendly, loving, kind, seem responsible and quite alluring. Even if you are not handsome, but there is a special power that attracts me to like you.

Slowly, the bitter smile had changed into a happy smile. Yeah, I don't know why, I feel so happy and coveted by Najwa. Especially after reading the sentence.

I've had good dreams with you, even before our wedding. When Dad said I was being betrothed, I had a plan I wanted to make with you. Ye know? You are worth that much to me, my friend. I was very hopeful from the beginning. But the fear is always there. However, I always try to think positively and not to be prejudiced against you.

It turned out that I was so memorable in the life of a Najwa, even before we knew each other.

However, what you showed us on the first day we arrived at our new home, everything disappeared as soon as it was swallowed by the earth. Lost without a trace. You ruined my dream, melted my feelings from the very beginning this marriage bond was established. It is you I hope for, and you destroy. That's great of you, Mas.

"You're so neat as to keep all the memories of me, Najwa. I really didn't expect you to be so hurt because of me."

And what keeps me from thinking about myself is when I fall in love with you even more. The suffering and pain you gave me turned into a whimper to keep fighting. Although, despair and pessimism are always competing to enter the mind so that I choose to retreat.

"Today I acknowledge your toughness, Najwa."

***

Comment, yuk. Mas Farhan began to languish in the abandonment of Najwa tuh. 😂😂😂

Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Tuesday, 21 September 2021