Love Without But

Apologizing

I flinched when I felt my hand being patted gently on someone's hand.

"Wake up, Deck, Fajr prayers .... !"

"Where is Brother's wife?" I jumped out of my sleep.

"Wife? This is Sister's wife. Just woke up, right?" replied the tall man looking confused at my question just now.

"No, Brother, the wife of the other brother."

"Since when did you have two wives?" tanyanya frowned. His eyebrows are almost linked.

I took a long breath. "Alhamdulillah .. It was all just a nightmare" I muttered as if speaking to myself.

Reflexes immediately hit and tightly hugged the man who was still standing towered before me.

"Why adek? What was that dream?" his tanyanya rubbed the soft head shoots.

"Adek hates Brother .... !" I glanced at his ears.

"Lho, Adek hates why the same brother? What's wrong Brother?" he sings with a confused tone.

"So Adek dreams that Brother has two wives, besides Adek." I sulked in his arms.

"Surely last night his sleep didn't read prayer, huh? So it could be such a strange dream. Or because of the horror of ustaz stories that explain polygamy yesterday afternoon?" guess later.

"No, no," I loosened my arms and took them off and walked into the bathroom.

After the dawn prayer I was still overshadowed by the dream that felt so real I guess. Bad thoughts haunt you every time you remember that emotionally draining dream.

For the third time I had such a dream. Is this a bad sign for me? Ah ... I don't know. But, to calm down and make sure that this heart can be a little calm without being overshadowed by the ugly assumptions of its own mind. I also tried to ask directly to Mas Agung.

Enjoyed breakfast together. I started asking him.

"Sister, actually Brother has no secrets, anyway, same Adek?" ask me to start a conversation.

"meaning? What secret?" answer back to nanya.

"Yes, secrets. That's proof Adek often ngalamin the same dream as before."

"Dreams, right, just a sleeping flower, Deck. Don't think too deeply" he tried to calm down.

"But, the problem is that the dream is not just one time doang, brother, it's the third time Adek dream like that continues," I argue kekeuh.

"Is your heart intent to marry again or have polygamy intentions later?" my connection is full of sightseeing.

"Astaghfirullah, Dek, it's not good to have thoughts everywhere like that. Especially thinking about uncertain things." The Great reminded.

"Javab, brother, be honest. If it is a little heart Brother has such intentions." I said with a trembling voice. Waiting for the answer is exactly the same fear I've been worried about all this time.

"No, it's, Deck, Brother self-conscious is still a long way to go. There are still many shortcomings in Brother if you have to do the responsibility is big and very heavy in front of the Almighty later. One must know, Brother does not want this very beloved wife to be hurt and disappointed if there must be a third person among us," the sharp-eyed man looked at me deeply as if to convince the heart of the wife who was always stricken with doubt.

I let out a sigh of relief after hearing the words directly from his mouth. At least that dream got out of my mind. Sometimes it makes the mood go awry.

"Jaudah, quickly spend the breakfast first, later we go to a place that has never been Adek," he said later.

"Where, Brother? Where are you going to take Adek?" My eyes sparkled at once upon hearing his invitation. Because it just so happens to be Sunday. Holidays.

"There's a beautiful place in this area."

"Asian ... Hore .. "my cheer is the exact joy of a child when given a gift of candy by his father.

Eight in the morning, after homework is done. We set out on two wheels to the place promised by Mas Agung earlier.

The road that goes up and down is like going to the top of a mountain. After passing the distance of approximately one hour then arrived at a place that I think is so unique and charming.

When I saw out front there the view was so charming. In the middle of the shade of green trees was clear water flowing out from the mouth of the giant dragon statue. Next to it is a cave mouth filled with dozens of visitors lined up there.

"This is the name of Jatijajar cave, you know, Dek, have you ever heard?" Mas Agung told the name of the place we are currently visiting.

"New and new here now" I replied.

"This is a visitor from various regions, you know, Dek, there are those from Jakarta, Sumatra and other regions as well. Usually a group of school students who stop by here."

"Yes, it was in the parking lot of many tourist buses from outside the province as well." I'm asserting.

We began to enter the mouth of the cave down the hall that was quite long until we finally could see the sky back after being at the cave exit. It was quite draining of energy, but it was enough to amaze me with the scenery along the way because it was presented with unique places.

"Nobody's been here before other than Adek?" tanyaku.

"It was high school days."

"Who's the guy?"

"Friends."

"What girl friend is a boy?" my boy is impatient.

"Why?"

"Well, it's okay to be honest."

"Women."

I snorted annoyed. Pinching his wrists squashy.

"Said to be honest, is it, really, nesu tho, piye?" she laughed a little.

Mas Agung invited me to sit in the coffee shop while ordering a lotto and two glasses of warm sweet tea and mendoan fried impromptu. We enjoyed lunch while watching the people passing by. Make the atmosphere always crowded.

Just getting up from sitting I felt the calf part of my calf ache and pain. Until it sits back in its original place.

"Why adek? Can't you wake up?" tanya Mas Agung saw me grimacing.

"So's feet are sick, Brother." 

"Jaudah, just rest here, don't force it. Here, brother incandescent first let the tone mingling." His hand grabbed my calf revealing a little of the lower gamis and then started to massage it slowly.

"Pass a little break, nggih, ma'am." Mas Agung made small talk to the owner of the stall who was replied with a nod of his head and a friendly smile by the middle-aged mother.

"Geggih, Mas, monggo, wonten nopo-nopo," replied the owner of the stall with his dialect and jaw language medok.

"Maybe it was because he had gone up the stairs to the mouth of the cave too far so his legs hurt." The Great explained.

***

I opened my eyes slowly. Jemari felt the bed at the side. Looking for a figure who slept with me after Zuhur's time. But what he was looking for was no longer in place. Samar is heard by the sense of hearing like someone is brushing clothes from the direction of the bathroom.

Take off the blanket I was wearing. With this high curiosity the feet began to come down from the bed and then walk slowly towards the voice that made the heart wonder.

I gasped when I saw the figure who was struggling with a laundry tub of dirty clothes was the beloved husband.

"Nobody's a nyuc?" I half couldn't believe the view ahead.

There are already several pieces of clothes that have been washed in rows hanging neatly in the clothesline.

"looks?" The Great behind her.

"Why wash now, brother? Kan, tomorrow morning can be washed."

"It's okay, Dek, pity Sister's wife if it comes to soy sauce for taking care of endless homework."

"That's it, right, because it's Adek's daily duty, brother."

"Not."

"Continue?"

"Yes, our duty is together. The wife's job is the same as the husband's duty to be done both."

A feeling of hilarity and happiness filled the chest cavity when I heard the answer from my halal lover just now. The attitude and speech of the husband always makes me feel that I am the happiest and luckiest wife on earth. Can get a life partner who in addition to being able to accept what is also always be glorifying wife.

Deep down I cried out to the Khaliq who had given me an easy way to meet a life partner.

All that stinging, all that, wounds and tears that had been experienced because not infrequently with a status that is still single often hear the news of the wind if I was always a burlesque by people around and gave the nickname award as an old virgin who doesn't do it.

However, now it seems to pay off all the pain I feel, when reunited with the best life partner in a short time. Although there should be some people who are disappointed.

***

"Dhinil, who really did you let and tell your husband to wash his own big tub shirt like that?" The voice of Mbak Sukma surprised me enough to be faced with a mountain of iron.

Unbeknownst to me, it turns out that the mother of two has entered this new house. Maybe because the front door is closed and locked from the inside so that Madam Sukma turned the road and entered through the back door.

"Emh ... Dhinil had not told Mas Agung to nyuci, kok, Mbak, earlier Dhinil had told me to let the washing be postponed, but the Great Mas who made it. Hence Dhinil lives for irony." I replied stammering.

"For example, you!" mbak Sukma ketus.

I gasped and could only sit down. Inexhaustible with the attitude of Mbak Sukma who always seemed to dislike and cynical to me. Good and sweet attitude Mbak Sukma only when the first comes. After that, Mbak Sukma began to show his attitude that always makes me go awry.

"So wife, don't be lazy! Don't hang around a lot in the room. You have to be able to socialize with others. Especially you, right, the new guy here. Should be good at bringing yourself to be accepted and loved by people around here."  Ma'am Sukma folded his hands in front of his chest. Staring sharply at me who was getting busy with the ironing. Precisely I am looking for busyness as much as possible so as not to be too rowdy facing the attitude of Mbak Sukma who always behave ketus.

According to Mas Agung when yesterday told me. It is not without reason the attitude of Mbak Sukma like that towards me. That's because he felt failed when Mas Agung refused to be betrothed to Niken, his friend who was considered already established and successful because he already had his own company, house and car with four wheels the results of his own hard work. Madam Sukma is obsessed that Niken must be her sister-in-law and can marry her sister. Long before Mas Agung knew Ifa and then knew me.

"Eh, I've got, when are you here?" tanya Mas Agung saw his sister was already inside the house.

"Bak told mom to eat for you, tuh!" mbak Sukma said he showed the plastic bag he put on the dining table.

"What food, Ma'am?"

"Yes, rice, vegetable side dishes Karo, make a meal.Fearless your wife is not able to cook. Instead of having to buy outside, so even wasteful later." Ma'am's tail likes to glare cynically at me.

It feels like there is an invisible sharp object slicing the inside of the chest cavity when the spicy speech of Mbak Sukma just addressed me directly in front of the husband. I tried to hide the clear hair that began to seep from both corners of the eye that began to heat up. My sensitive soul could not help feeling sad whenever someone behaved like that.

In the heart can only pray that it can be strengthened every time it receives hurtful remarks from women who are much older than me.

"Yes, as time goes by, just learn the cooking, huh, Dek?" said Mas Agung as if neutralizing my feelings.

"Where is the name is married and already has a husband is not the time to just learn, but should have lived peraktek for the husband's layanin. Not vice versa layanin husband wife," said Mbak Sukma.

Madam Sukma walked towards the front door and unlocked the door then stepped out without further ado to the two of us.

My feeling of relief and calm returned after making sure the woman had started the motorcycle and left the yard.

"Don't be heard, yes, Dek, the talk of Mbak Sukma just now. He is indeed like that, likes to flirt with others without ever caring about the feelings of the interlocutor."

"Yes, Brother, Adek is okay, really." I tried to show a smile to hide my true feelings in front of my husband.

If my parents' house was close and not far away, I might have gone home and chosen to live with my own family. Until later Mas Agung invited me to live away from his own family. With the hope that I do not always feel depressed with the attitude that has always been shown by Mbak Sukma.

"Mending a meal first, yuk, Dek! Brother's stomach has been forced to wrap around, nih, clean up earlier." invite him to embrace my shoulder from the back. I let the burly hand continue to circle behind the neck. There was a warm feeling enveloping my heart when I received such treatment from my man.

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