Let Time

The Part 35

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At home Zara is still silent, not yet willing to talk to Arkan, as well as Arkan who joined in silence for fear of wrongly speaking again. Zara only focused on taking care of Zayyan, ignoring Arkan even did not realize if he had gone to the mosque to pray Maghrib.

"Well where?" ask Zayyan who is breastfed by Zara. The question his son had made Zara silent, since returning home he had completely ignored Arkan.

"His father again to the mosque first son," replied Zara guessing because if you look at the clock, now it has shown the time of Maghrib. So it can be ascertained if the husband was going to the mosque.

"Father," said Zayyan, ending his milk drinking.

"Yes tomorrow Zayyan is coming. Now at home it used to be the same mother, wait for Daddy to come home."

"Na au's. Au kut Dad mejid cana Nda, mejid cana," Zayyan's whine who thrashed to follow his father to the mosque.

"Here's drinking milk?" zara asked trying to distract Zayyan. Zayyan did not answer, he continued to whine about wanting to come to the mosque.

"Mejid Nda cana mejid cana ao."

"Tomorrow again, son. Tomorrow Zayyan can come. Now, I'll be home soon. Just play with your mother," Zara asked.

"Ain mejid, Daddy cana," replied Zayyan.

"Main in the house is the same Mother."

"Na au."

"Najai aja yuk mama. Zayyan likes to be shaved."

"Au aji's. A ba ba dibur." (mau naji A ba gitu) This version of a young child who has just learned hijaiyah.

"Yes yuk naji. But hopefully it's crying."

"Na nanis," (no cry) replied not to cry but the little boy immediately wiped his tears with the fingers of his tiny hand.

"Sheer son."

"Na nanis," he said again telling the Mother, was not very in line with her wet eyes and cheeks. Zara simply responded with a smile then kissed Zayyan on the cheek.

Finally Zayyan's desire to follow his father to the mosque was slightly diverted. Until the longer the clear round eyes began to look cute, his tiny hands began to move rubbing the eyes. Even Zayyan had yawned several times. Like a child his age, when sleepy Zayyan began to fuss again, he again whined to find his father so that crying did not stop.

"Yes, I'll be home soon, baby, be patient. Not anywhere, Zayyan's father just went to the mosque" Zara said, holding him and petting Zayyan but not yet crying.

Zara still cradled while patting Zayyan's buttocks which had begun to calm down in her carry.

"Assalamualaikum." Arkan's voice just entered the room, made Zayyan turn his head and cry again and thrashed towards Arkan.

"Getishalight."

"Kok cry Yang?" ask Arkan to Zara and then immediately take Zayyan from Zara's sling.

"Well au bobo" he said, rubbing his face around Arkan's neck.

"So wait for Daddy? Bobo with dad. Okay but stop crying first" Arkan said.

Seeing that Zayyan had calmed down with Arkan, Zara went out of the room to prepare Arkan's dinner.

"Yang," call Arkan down the stairs to Zara, who is ready for dinner. Zara did not reply, Arkan knows Zara must still be angry.

"Which," call Arkan when he's sitting at the dinner table.

"Eat first" Zara said without looking at Arkan.

"You eat too" Arkan said.

"Zara has eaten" Zara replied as she left.

"Zara," Arkan stood up and blocked Zara's steps until they faced each other.

"You're here. Keep eating."

"Zara wants to get Zayyan."

"Zayyan is sleeping."

"Sit down" Arkan said as he led Zara to sit down before him.

"Yang," call Arkan.

"Please apologize" Arkan said as he looked at Zara who was busy turning his eyes away from looking at Arkan.

"Mending mas eat first" replied Zara.

"Look at Zara," orders Arkan. Zara obeyed Arkan and looked at Arkan.

"Mas is sorry. If what you do at the end of this makes you uncomfortable. You know, I'm just in fear. And his fault may be Mas's fear is too excessive. Not believing in you. But I don't think I have a good reason if you're going to stay next to me. Three years of marriage I think only you fall in love with me."

"Logic language. The condition is below. You are young, you are beautiful, it is not difficult if you want to find more everything than Mas. Moreover, the background of our relationship is only from matchmaking."

Zara was silent digesting every word Arkan said.

"This is because I love you. I don't want to take you off. But I'm not confident enough to keep you. But lately I've been spoiled just as you depend on you. I just want you to know that I need you. You are important to me. It's just..."

Arkan's speech was cut short because Zara had already done something that made Arkan stop talking for a few seconds. Then Zara stopped her actions and looked back at Arkan.

"So this is insecure again?" zara asked while looking at Arkan.

"Sorry Zara yes. Zara was wrong, Zara didn't understand. Zara is too proud to say the same. Zara loves the same mas without asking Zara will stay here the same mas. Zara won't leave unless they tell Zara to leave. And another one..."

Zara hangs her tiptoes so she can bring her lips closer to Arkan's ears.

As for Arkan, he was already smiling a smile that was very rarely seen from Arkan's cold face. For the first time he heard the word himself coming out of Zara's mouth.

"Say what was that?"

"No need to pretend not to be horrified people clearly Zara said it in the ears of Mas."

"So I said I love you but now I'm angry at you" Arkan said as he pulled Zara into his arms.

"Love you too dear," replied Arkan in Zara's ear.

"I don't have to be ashamed to know" Zara said, hitting Arkan's arm.

"Aww a sick Yang."

"Racaine."

"Newly answered I love you too aja salting really you."

"NO YES!"

"Jaudah does not have to shout even look very saltingnya."

"I'm so good to know."

"That's serious. Don't worry your face is red."

"Mas Arkan, hopefully ah."

"When did you start liking me?"

"Not knowing,"

"Don't know?"

"He doesn't know when, Zara doesn't remember. Yang Zara remembered, after marriage and becoming a wife accompanied by taste or not, Zara's obligation as a wife remains the same, looking for a husband's pleasure."

"Since the first day of being Mas's wife, Zara tried sincerely to make her way. Because marriage is a field of reward, when a wife serves the husband in any form, God is pouring out the reward. But as short as Zara's knowledge, the reward will wear off when we do it without sincerity. Maybe when Zara can be sincere, the feeling of affection appears, maybe Zara also does not know."

"But you're proud to never say, even every mas said you never answer."

"That last night Zara said know," said Zara embarrassedly.

"Masa? How come you're not horrified?"

"Yes Zara answered. Even Zara immediately kissed the mas," Zara said while directly hiding her face in Arkan's chest due to her embarrassment.

"Now don't kiss her."

"Not to gatel."

"Zayyan is sleeping."

"Why then?"

"Aren't you going to celebrate the day you express your feelings to me?"

"What the hell I don't know."

"Yang, Zayyan said that he said tomorrow morning he wanted to have dede."

Again Zara raised her hand to hit Arkan.

"The pain that your hand tonight is so evil."

"Part of ngaco where can tomorrow directly have dede."

"Can Yang. The process could be tonight."

"Can't be it."

"Why can't I be your husband."

"You ah."

"Now we eat it cold."

"You eat too."

"Zara is already."

"Not waiting."

"Yes, it's still alive."

"Jaudah because you ate first and did not wait for the mas so bribe ya. Watching a movie."

"But mas...

"Can't protest. Let's go get the waiting mas while watching ya," Arkan said as he walked towards the living room.

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To be continued...

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