Marriage Line Husband

Part 7: My priest

One by one Liza's clothes put her in a suitcase. It was so hard for her heart to leave the house that had so many memories with her late husband. He added that he did not want to be far from his parents.

"If this marriage does not happen for sure I will stay here." he murmured softly with a choking breath.

Liza rubbed the rough tears that flowed down her cheeks. There was a sense of tightness, pain and pain hitting his chest.

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The sound of the room door opening caused Liza's attention to be distracted. Her watery brown iris stared at Fariz's pitch-black netra standing in the doorway. The woman immediately cut off her eye contact with her husband.

"We had breakfast first after that just returned to packing things," said Fariz who is now standing next to Liza.

Liza who was sitting on the floor looked up at Fariz."Why do we have to move? Can't I stay in this house?"

Fariz squatted while staring fixedly at Liza." Now you're Mas's wife, Liza. So wherever you go you have to come. Mas know, it's hard for you but whatever now you're not just part of Mas's life but Mas's dependents."

Liza bowed listlessly hearing that.

"Let's go outside," Fariz asked as he touched Liza's right hand which seemed to flinch in shock.

"Don't touch me!" Angry Liza stared dislikefully at her husband. Fariz smiled only thinly.

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"Don't daydream of Liza, serve your husband." The voice of Sharifah broke Liza's daydream. The woman turned her head towards Fariz who was sitting next to her.

The newlyweds are now in the dining room.

"Liza!"

"Don't just shut up, quickly serve your husband! Get him some rice and side dishes!" tell Muhsin in a loud and firm voice.

"It's okay, Dad. I can take it myself. Maybe Liza is not used to doing this yet," said Fariz glanced at Liza who was just silently bowed.

Honestly, Liza was very afraid when she heard a loud voice that implied anger from her father, Muhsin. It's not that she doesn't want to serve Fariz at the dinner table, it's just that the shadow of her serving her late husband every meal will always swirl in her memory.

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"Dad, Mother, I'll take Liza to the city. God willing, every month Liza and I would come here" Fariz said, kissing alternately the hands of her parents-in-law.

"Yes, Fariz Boy. Daddy's dropping Liza. Take good care of him. She's Dad's only daughter" Muhsin retorted.

"It must be Dad."

While Sharifah hugged Liza tightly which could not hold her tears to drip. He still could not afford to be separated from his parents.

"Take care of yourself, son. Remember Mother's message, don't make Fariz angry and obey your husband's words. Take care of your marwah as a wife for your husband" said Sharifah full of advice. Liza was only able to nod her head. His mouth could not say anything.

Fariz put her and Liza's belongings in the car. Sharifah rubbed the rough tears that He could not bear anymore to decay.

Liza got into the car and was followed by Fariz. The woman had visited the tomb of her late first husband before leaving for the city. I don't know when he can return to the Danu tomb.

"It's..."

Fariz handed a piece of tissue to his wife. Without looking at her husband, Liza took the tissue and rubbed the rough corners of her eyes that continued to shed tears. He stared at the rearview mirror of the car that displayed the reflection of the shadow of his parents who waved at the car he was riding in now.

"Mas promises to take care of you as best you can. Don't cry anymore, Mas knows it's hard for you, but as time goes by you'll get used to being away from your father and mother. And always used to being with me." Fariz pulled Liza's right hand into her lap. He rubbed the back of Liza's hand gently.

While the woman stopped her crying and fell silent feeling a gentle swipe at her hand. Liza's watery brown iris looked at Fariz who was staring straight ahead with her mouth chattering like she was in a state of remembrance.

"If you're sleepy, just sleep. Later when it's up to Mas wake up," said Fariz.

"We're not going to Mas's parents' house?" great-grandson Liza ventured to ask that.

"To say goodbye,"

"No, yesterday we said goodbye to umi and abah. You should sleep yes, because the trip to the city of Bandung is quite far," said Fariz.

Liza was silent again.

The car that was riding both sped so fast that it split the highway. Liza stared out the window with all the thoughts filling her head. Somehow his marriage to Fariz in the future. Fariz was a stranger to him.

"We stopped by the mosque first. Prayer Zuhur," said Fariz open voice makes Liza who is busy with her daydream now turned to look at her husband.

"Yes." he answered hoarsely and almost inaudibly.

"Sir, we stop by the mosque near here first" Fariz told the driver who was driving the car they were riding in.

"Okay Mas," replied Mr. Manto who immediately turned to the right where there was a mosque near the highway. Seen in the courtyard of the mosque parked some motorbikes and cars.

"Let's go down" Fariz told the silent Liza.

"But.." Liza's speech paused. The look in his eyes turned to a group of men sitting on the steps of the mosque. He was ashamed to have to go through them.

As if knowing the contents of his wife's mind, Fariz said. "It's okay. There's Mas darling. No need to be afraid of them. Now you've got Mas who will always take care of you."

Looks like Fariz has to be patient with his wife's shy demeanor. Remembering the words of his father-in-law, Muhsin, if Liza very rarely went out of the house except to attend lectures or make pilgrimages to the tomb of her first husband.

Fariz clasped Liza's right hand tightly as they both got out of the car and set foot toward the ablution. Azan's voice echoed loudly from the mosque toa.

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"Whose car is that?"

"Maybe Fariz just got home from his village. He returned to the village yesterday."

"Ooh, the pantesan was so quiet yesterday his house. It's back home."

The whispers of the rented neighbors when they saw the white antelope car stopped right in front of Fariz' rented house. Yes, the man did not have his own house but still contracted. Moreover, he is only a villager who works in the city of Bandung.

Fariz got out of the car first and opened the next door. A woman dressed in all black and a thin black cloth covering her face came out of the car and it invited the curiosity of the mothers who were gathered on one of the rented terraces. The bias when they gather is definitely gossiping or venting about the household. Either financial problems or about the child.

"Let's go in" said Fariz." Sir please get my things out of the car."

"Good Mas" replied the forty-year-old driver.

"Assalamu'alaikum." said Fariz when entering the rented house that he had lived for two weeks.

Liza's eyes immediately circulated looking at the house her husband contracted. He said the house was neither too big nor too small.

"If you're tired, you can rest in the room."

Liza shook her head"I'm not exhausted."

"Fariz...!!" The shrieking sound of a woman's voice loud enough to make Fariz and Liza's attention distracted.

Jessica, the woman immediately rushed to embrace Fariz who was frozen still. While Liza looks shocked by what the woman did to her husband.

The man glanced at Liza who looked very surprised.

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