Married Because of Ijbar

Chapters 11. Hemophobic

Khayru ran towards Maula's room carrying two large grocery bags in her hands.

 

“Dek, here are the pads.” He looked around for the Maula who was no longer in her bed, because after coming to his senses from fainting, he, Maula deliberately woke up and sat on the closet so that blood dripping from her intimate area was directly flowing into the closet.

 

“Loh, are you here? Did you faint? Why did you wake up, anyway?” tanyanya flat. To him, when Maula fainted after seeing the blood it became common. Fainting is better than screaming in fear.

“Abang wants me to faint forever? Where the hell was that old bang? Make me Bete, you know?”

 

“Buy this, told Mbak Tini.” Khayru raised her tent and then just put it on the floor. “Where's the blood?”

 

“Udah, deh. Don't talk about it! My stomach was instantly nauseous.”

 

Duh, seriously! It's a big deal. How to treat hemophobia during menstrual bleeding in the next few days? Khayru scratched her head and left the bathroom.

“Wait a minute.”

Since childhood Maula always felt excessive fear and anxiety when seeing or just by imagining how red the blood was. His face will turn pale, his head will become dizzy, nauseous, his body weak and trembling. This happened since his favorite cat died crushed by a car that passed in front of his house. Since then, he could no longer see blood even if it was just a little. According to doctors, this is called hemophobia. Phobia of blood caused by trauma in childhood.

Before long, Khayru again brought a set of clean clothes complete with Maula's underwear. He also brought a piece of blindfold.

“Abang again why?”

“No, the mass is kek gini?” Khayru showed cel*na in a sanitary pad. Previously, he searched first how to install the correct sanitary napkin on google.”

Next, Khayru closed Maula's eyes so that she could not see her own blood while bathing and changing clothes.

“Do not look at his blood, yes. Now you can take a shower.”

“Abang where to go? If my eyes are closed like this, how can I shower myself?” Maula held Khayru's wrist so she wouldn't leave.

“Later assisted Bik Sulis the same Mbak Tini. Wait, yes.”

“Do not want! They like gibbah. Abis shower me later for sure they gotipin me in the kitchen.”

Khayru abandoned her intention to leave the bathroom. He returned while opening his sleeping robe. There was no other way but him to bathe Maula.

 

“Eh, it's good to carelessly accuse people of liking gibah. The fall of slander, the tablets,” grumbled Khayru while opening her sandals. “Come unshirt it. Scribbles! The bath is there. No need to move.”

“Abang sprains, yes. Exasperated, huh?” ask him while unbuttoning his pajamas one by one.

“Not annoyed, but what are you? Not ashamed in bathing with brother? Brother is a grown man.

“Thy? Why the shame on you, brother? Not since I was a baby brother liked to bathe me? Have you seen everything ‘kan? Even the location of my birthmark is more knowing than me,” he said while throwing newly released clothes on the floor.

This child's base. He did not realize that his body had changed a lot. He's a teenager now.

Now I understand why papa insisted we want to get married. It turned out that it was because I had to be this close to Maula, her inner being.

“Bang, where is the water? Let's flush.”

“Oh, yes, yes. A minute.” Khayru took a closet faucet. Fortunately, Maula's eyes were closed so she could not see Khayru's behavior that was a little wavering.

“Dek ... Remember, yeah. You can't show your body naked like this to anyone.”

“Why?”

“Because you are already in puberty now. Cannot show aurat in front of men not mahram.”

“In front Brother can, why in front of other men can not?”

 

“It ... That's another story. Brother kan ..”

 

Khayru began to have difficulty answering Maula's questions. She has not said that she is her husband.

“Already, already. We can't stay in the bathroom for long while talking. Cepet mandinya, brother wants to call the homeroom. Not yet asked permission not to go to school today.” Khayru shifted the subject.

“Don't open blindfold before you finish wearing.” Khayru waited until Maula finished dressing and took her to breakfast.

“Because my brother didn't go to school today. Where did you buy pads, anyway?”

“Di Paris. Last time the plane was delayed, so long,” He replied lightly while chewing his food.

“Again if asked, the answer is never really.”

“The reason you are wrong is Abang Mulu, anyway. Oh, ja. Don't forget to change the pads every four hours, so don't be irritated. You read on google earlier.”

“Udah dong Bang, Don't talk about it Mulu. We're eating, here.”

“Spend your food. Brother is done.” He stood up and brought dirty dishes and glasses to the kitchen. At the kitchen door, he stopped because he heard the talk of ARTs who were working while gossiping. It is true, Maula said. They often gossip in the kitchen.

“Ehm, um ...”

Khayru continued her steps while clearing her throat. He pretended not to hear anything and did not reprimand in the slightest.

 

“Abang take a shower first, yes. Abis we walk,” Khayru said as she passed Maula who was still sitting on the dining table chair.

“Where, Bang?”

Khayru ignored Maula's question. He quickly went to his room to take a shower. Before long he was neat and fragrant.

 

“Branket, yuk.”

 

“Yes, but where to, Bang? It's still school hours, if anyone sees me how?”

 

“We Only want to go to Mr. Kyai's house.” Khayru pulled Maula's hand.

 

“Not it, the study schedule is tomorrow, Sunday?”

 

“Today we just chatted at pesantren.”

 

“Wah cool, there are many santri guys who are clear,” murmured while giggling. Her eyes twinkled like a mother who found pennies in the pocket of her husband's pants.

 

“What!? We're not there to spread the charm, loh.” Khayru stopped immediately. “Take the hijab first in your room wait here.”

 

“Abang what, anyway? If you wear a hijab, my hair can be limp and smell sweat.” Maula brushed her hair like a style of advertising shampoo on tv. He wanted to show how beautiful the hair he had was.

 

Khayru pulled a tablecloth in the living room.

 

“This is what is its name?”

 

“That tablecloth. Why emang?”

 

“You don't know if you use this on your head?”

“Ck ...” Maula clucked while pursing her lips. He could never refuse Khayru's orders.

To be continue ....