Let Time
Part 8's
Zara stared fixedly at Arkan while the one being stared at was still focused on the night road he was going through. Unwilling to respond Zara turned her eyes back out the window.
"Can't answer?" arkan said arriving.
"What would Zara answer? Who told Zara to wear this shirt? Who told Zara dandan not to be underestimated by colleagues mas? " said Zara without looking at Arkan. Arkan silent he focused on the streets he was also confused why he should behave so? Clearly what Zara did was her order.
"Honestly Zara was confused about the same attitude for a few days, it was strange for Zara to be too drastic" Zara replied without turning her eyes.
"I'm just trying. My mistake? I thought free I talked until frothy foam I would try but I never tried. I pray to Allah to be given the flexibility to accept but I think it is also in vain if it is not accompanied by effort from myself. Shouldn't the do'a and effort go hand in hand?" arkan said. Somehow Zara's words touched his heart, Arkan was trying but why did Zara seem to blame him.
Zara was silent, in silence she confirmed Arkan's remark he repeatedly said he wanted to try to accept, he prayed to be given sincerity. To this day, there is absolutely no effort that he has made. His efforts were limited to kissing Arkan's hand when he was about to go to work and asking permission when he was about to leave without Arkan only to that extent. Even until now Zara always wears a headscarf in front of Arkan, she has not dared to even just show what is right for her husband. And now when Arkan was more advanced to start Zara instead asked what he should have understood.
The rest of their journey to the parking lot of the event location is only accompanied by silence. After the car stopped, Arkan's hands stretched out to pick up the tissue in his car. Without Zara guessing Arkan immediately pulled the nape of Zara and positioned Zara's face to face her. Without a word Arkan immediately wiped Zara's lips with the tissue he was holding. Treated like that Zara's body stiffened her heart like she was whispering in there hoping that Arkan wouldn't hear her heart. It does not take long because the lipstick that Zara wears is not a striking color and is not thick so it is easy to clean.
"Quick down" Arkan said after finishing with his activities. Then he first went down ahead of Zara. Zara immediately followed Arkan, Arkan had already walked a few steps in front of her. It felt hard to catch up because Arkan's pace was much wider than Zara's. Feeling that Zara was left behind Arkan slowed his pace until his distance from Zara became not so far away. Even because it is too greget with Zara who is very long to equate with her step back again back to reach Zara's hand and hold her. Wait instead of holding maybe more precisely a little dragging. Zara just resigned in spite of a little trouble.
When entering the venue Arkan feel a different atmosphere with weddings in general. If the wedding in general the bride and groom just stay in the guarantee to greet the guests. But this time the different bride just approached the guest and mingled with the guest. Quite interesting but the lack of this event impressed like not a wedding guests are more focused on enjoying the dish while dancing to enjoy the song played by the musician. Arkan immediately looking for a bride, hoping to finish greeting the bride he can go straight home. But unfortunately after meeting the bride he was stuck here invited to talk directly by the groom.
The more the night the less conducive the music show that was originally slow and still friendly in the ear turned into a teak of disco music rhythm led by a dj. Even shortly after the music changed some waiters seemed to arrive carrying trays filled with bottles and glasses that were directly stored to the table.
"Udah relax let's drink first. The more exciting the night" said the groom.
"Thank you but my wife and I don't drink" Arkan said. The man just nodded his head understanding let alone Zara's clothes that used all-round long clothes and a long headscarf.
Zara is very uncomfortable here. But how should Zara appreciate Arkan too? Arkan could very well feel some discomfort to Zara.
"Sorry Al is late at night. Looks like my wife and I should hurry home we have another event. Congratulations on the marriage Al may you be the same family" Arkan said standing up and intending to greet Aldi and his wife.
"Oh that's okelah. Thank you Arkan." said Aldi received a helping hand. While Zara he also shook hands with Aldi's wife and then chirped cipiki as in general.
They immediately left the place. When out of the place Zara immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why?" ask Arkan when he sees Zara as very relieved when he comes out of the event venue.
"sorry. If possible, Zara ask you not to invite Zara to this event again. Zara's not comfortable, she's afraid of Zara" Zara said. Arkan frowned as if he did not understand and asked Zara for an explanation.
"Fearful?" arkan said while still holding Zara's hand and walking to the parking lot.
"The look of the men there scared Zara. Staring at the woman was like a cat talking to its prey" Zara said, explaining how she had felt.
"Geer" Arkan said without seeing Zara.
"Ish" said Zara, not accepting Arkan's words.
When he got to the car Arkan directly drove his car towards the house. Being in the car and being back together with Arkan is like reminding Zara of their chat when they were in the car to the event.
"Mas.." call Zara to break the silence.
"Hm." Arkan simply replied with a growl.
"For?"
"Because Zara didn't respond well to the effort she put in. Zara just feels weird" said Zara while looking down.
"OK." replied Arkan briefly. Zara turned her face towards Arkan.
"That's all?" zara said she could not accept Arkan's only reply. Arkan just nodded. Zara turned her face towards the window.
"That basic human refrigerator. Authoritarian creatures. Poor man expression." said Zara muttering softly to Arkan.
"I heard that you are Zara" Arkan said. Zara was silent.
So long is their journey accompanied only by silence. They arrived home at 23:15. Zara goes straight into the house leaving Arkan, who is still putting the car into the garage.
When Arkan entered the room he did not see Zara but he heard there was a sound of water rustling from the bathroom can be ascertained if Zara who was in it. Before long Zara came out complete with her sleeping robe and hijab.
"May I please make some warm tea" Arkan said before entering the bathroom. Zara just nodded.
15 Minutes after Arkan came out of the bathroom, he did not see Zara in his room. Arkan looked at the clock on the wall of the room for almost half a night. After putting on her clothes Arkan intends to exit the room looking for Zara. But before going out he saw the door curtain towards the balcony had not closed. Arkan decided to ditch there first.
"Not slept?" ask Arkan when he sees Zara standing staring at the sky.
"Yet. That's Zara's tea at the bedside table" said Zara, still focused on what she saw.
"Entering the night wind is not good for the body" Arkan said.
Zara obeys Arkan's words and enters the room. Before laying her body on the bed Zara first went to the bathroom to ablution.
"Zara.." call Arkan when Zara is about to lay down her body.
"Are you willing if I ask for my rights as a husband tonight?"
The question just came out of Arkan's mouth. Arkan's question managed to make Zara sculpt, her body stiffened, Zara's mind was suddenly empty. But how Arkan, her husband Arkan, is entitled to Zara. Obeying his will is heaven for Zara as long as it does not deviate from the teachings of his religion.
Whether she realized it or not, Zara nodded her head. They rushed to perform the prayer. And it was the first time Zara had opened the veil in front of her husband after a month of marriage.
Arkan kissed Zara's forehead long enough.
"Thank you dear. Ilove you. Thank you, Almira." said Arkan, whispering to Zara. Either Arkan realized or did not say what had just come out of his mouth. But the words were clearly heard in Zara's ear.
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**To be continued...
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