Look At Me Once
Favorite Color Husband
Alwi confirmed his sitting position, seeking comfort and preparing his heart to listen to the enlightenment of the teacher teaching him and answering questions from him.
“Materially I think it has been fair, even inwardly, the division of the night we slept together. But liver problems ...”
Ustaz Hamdan stared pityfully at Alwi. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.
“In Surah An-Nisa verse 129 is described ‘And you will never be able to be fair among your wives, even if you very much want to do so, , therefore, do not be too inclined (to those you love) so that you let others be stuck. And if you make repairs and maintain yourself (from cheating) then surely Allah is all-forgiving, all-loving’. You still remember the interpretation of the surah, Al?” ask ustaz Hamdan.
Alwi nodded his head slowly.
“What form of justice can not be enforced by the husband to his wives?” ask ustaz Hamdan.
“A form of justice that no husband can stand against his wives, namely justice in love at heart and attitude and treatment in sexual relations.” Alwi answered the question in a very slow voice, he felt a tightness in his chest, as if something was squeezing strongly in it.
“According to Sheikh Mustafa Al-Adawi, he interpreted in Surah An-Nisa there are two words Fair. The first is fair in material and external contexts. So in this case a polygamous husband is indeed required to be fair and it is something that can and may be done. Have you run it, Al?”
Alwi nodded his head.
“While the second justice is justice in the form of feelings and includes sexual treatment that has been ascertained no husband can share the same feelings and sexual treatment of his wives. So this second justice is not the justice demanded which is a condition that may not be polygamous. There is a tapin Al ..”
“What's Bi?”
“However, the inclination is not too conspicuous and exaggerated to ignore his other wife. Therefore, do not be too inclined to the one you love so that you let the other be glued.”
Alwi quietly did not know what to do, he felt slapped hearing the explanation from Ustaz Hamdan. Is this as bad as him?
“A polygamous husband should not be because of his love for one of his wives, then the other wife left stranded without certainty in the marriage relationship.”
...*****...
At 01:30, Alwi entered her house and found Anisa sitting on the sofa with her eyes closed in the living room.
Alwi put his foot towards his wife asleep. He looks at a pretty face that looks a little thin.
Alwi reached out to raise his wife's body without intending to wake her up.
“Emm, Mas already home?” asked Anisa who woke up from feeling her body drift.
“Had you said, right. Don't wait for the mas to come home.” Alwi stepped out his legs while looking at his wife's face.
“You've had dinner, Mas?” anisa's question shifted the conversation and wrapped her hands around her husband's neck.
“It's morning, of course it is, dear. You've had dinner, right?” ask Alwi.
“Already, Mas.”
“Alhamdulillah then,” said Alwi with a feeling of relief.
Kruyukis... Kruyukis...
Alwi stopped his steps just as his feet were about to climb the stairs.
Alwi and Anisa looked at each other.
“You hungry?” alwi asked his wife.
Anisa smiled broadly revealing her rows of teeth, then buried her face that was met with red in shame into her husband's chest.
“Yes God, Honey! You haven't eaten?” ask Alwi to worry.
Anisa just shook her head still by hiding her face.
“Ya already, let's eat first.” Alwi turned his steps towards the kitchen.
“Nevent gone, Mas. I'm not too hungry.”
“Mas is also hungry,”
Anisa looked at her husband's face. “Mas haven't had dinner?”
Alwi just shook his head.
“Let me down, Mas!” pinta Anisa, but Alwi ignores her.
“Mas is still strong, dear. Why did you lie the same?”
“Sorry, Mom. Why lie too?”
The two laughed together.
Arriving in the kitchen, Alwi lowers his wife's body and helps Anisa to heat up the food last night that had not been touched.
Alwi was silent for a moment. “Mas call him first.”
Alwi walked towards Lathifa's room, arriving at the door she felt doubtful. Then he knocked on the door a few times but there was no answer from inside the room.
Slowly Alwi opened the door of his young wife's room, and he felt even more guilty when he found his wife's tiny body still sitting on the floor hugging her knees in the same clothes when he left her last night.
Alwi drew closer to Lathifa, with a hard-to-read look, he stared fixedly at his wife's back which moved slowly up and down in rhythm with his breath.
There was a sense of tightness that Alwi felt in his chest, then carefully lifted Lathifa's body onto the mattress, Lathifa did not feel disturbed at all and made Alwi not have the heart to wake her up.
“Lathif wants to join Mr and Mas Hafiz, Lathif tired ..” lirih Lathifa in his sleep.
Deg.
Alwi pecked on the spot, a circle of tears dripping down his cheeks, he remembered the words of Ustaz Hamdan.
“Repair all, Allah will forgive all the errors of His servant. But if you feel unable to do him justice and happiness, then let him go. If you do not want him, return him to his parents. Do not tie it too strong if you do not want to hurt him,” said Ustaz Hamdan before Alwi pampit home.
Alwi looked at the face of his wife who looked like she was flushed with swollen eyes from crying. She hesitantly opened the veil still attached to Lathifa's head and pulled out a blanket to cover her body.
Alwi's eyes stopped when he found a reddish bruise on Lathifa's wrist, his hand stretched out and rubbed it slowly. He then grabbed the medicine box in the nightstand drawer beside the bed, and sat on the edge of the mattress while applying the ointment to Lathifa's hand.
“Sorry. I haven't been able to be a good husband to you.”
Alwi got up and kissed Lathifa on the forehead, put the medicine box back in the drawer and left Lathifa's room.
...*****...
The next day, early in the morning Alwi had left for the office, not because there was work, but he felt he was not ready to meet his young wife.
After returning from college, Anisa invites Lathifa to go to a boutique to buy clothes because of her husband's request.
Lathifa looked around at the clothes inside the boutique, she looked confused.
“You just choose whichever you like, Fa.”
“But Ma'am, I'm not used to wearing a robe,” said Lathifa fearfully.
Anisa approached towards Lathifa and patted her shoulder slowly.
“Slow-slow, Fa. Slowly you will surely get used to it, all takes time and nothing instant.”
“May I wear a skirt only, Ma'am?” asked Lathifa with a face.
Anisa seemed to think for a moment. “By, just a few yes! But, the tops should be long tunics, do not wear t-shirts.”
“Thank you, Ma'am.” Lathifa smiled, at least there was Anisa who sincerely always supported her.
“Do not hate mas Al, Fa. Believe me, mas Al did this for your good.”
Lathifa was busy picking out some long skirts and tunics and then trying them out in front of the glass. While Anisa is busy choosing a suitable robe for Lathifa, almost everything is gray, dongker and black.
Anisa gives Lathifa a stone gray robe and tells her to try it. While Anisa tried a similar game with brown color.
“Why did Ma'am Nisa give this robe to me? Doesn't Ma'am Nisa like this color?” ask Lathifa confused.
“That's for you, Fa. This game only has two.”
“But this is right, Mbak Nisa's favorite color?”
Anisa shook her head. “Not, Fa.”
“Then, what's your favorite color, Ma'am. Isn't almost all of Nisa's clothes gray, black, or dongker?”
Anisa smiled and stared fixedly at Lathifa's face. “My favorite color is maroon red, Fa.”
Lathifa furrowed her brows increasingly feeling confused.
“The colors of the clothes I wear are all favorite colors of mas Al.”
“But, I have never seen your husband wear clothes of that color, more often wear black clothes or maroon.”
“Your husband too, Fa. You are!”
“Hehe.” Lathifa grinned showing her rows of teeth.
“Because black and maroon are my favorite colors. Let's try this game,” said Anisa passed to the room fittings and left Lathifa pecking in place.
‘In fact, you wear clothes according to your partner's favorite color. Who am I?’
