Married Because of Ijbar

Chapters 27. Papa says ....

After a few minutes, Maula started to wake up and opened her eyes. Khayru who was still rubbing Maula's arm with her palm immediately gave her a warm sweet tea.

“Don't sit down first, yeah. Stay lying down for a few minutes,” said while reaching for the phone on the nightstand.

It appears on the screen a text 'Umi Khadijah calling ....' He immediately put the phone in his ear.

“Assalamualaikum, Umi ..”

Umi Khadijah just wanted to ask the news of Maula who was still unconscious when she came home.

“Papa Umi's. Don't worry, Maula is conscious, kok.”

“Can Umi talk to Maula for a moment?” tanyakanya.

Khayru handed over her dress to Maula after she helped the girl to wake up.

“Nothing. I can do it myself.” Maula refused Khayru's help.

While receiving the phone call, he went to his room. Long enough he chatted with Umi Khadijah until finally Umi pampit hung up the phone because the day turned out to be getting late.

Khayru mobile phone that he still holds, he still looks at the screen while sitting on the edge of the bed. Unaware that his lips were reviewing a smile, the funny thing he saw when the photo of him that Khayru called the 'migraine attack style' was turned out he made Wallpaper on his cellphone so far. He said he deleted it at the time.

“Jelek all his photos. Delete ajalah, just ngabisin memory doang,” Khayru said while moving her index finger over the touch screen.

“Don't dong! That is the true selfie style. I put it there first.”

“This is the 'migraine attack style' of his allotment. Directly remove all earlier.” Putting the phone in the pocket of the shirt.

The photo wallpaper made Maula curious about the contents of the gallery on Khayru's mobile phone. He opened it, though there was nothing special in it. Do not know why the gallery is only filled with his photos, there are almost no other photos besides Maula's photo. However, there was one thing that caught his attention. A photo of the backs of men and women of different sizes but wearing a pair of solid diamond rings. One of them clearly belonged to Khayru as she was still wearing it.

Maula frowned, then put the phone on the nightstand. He opened a drawer under it. A ring 15 mm in diameter inlaid with diamonds was still lying there. The ring suddenly appeared on his ring finger when he woke up a few years ago. The ring that made Khayru angry that Maula threw it.

“Loh, the ring, where?” Khayru flipped Maula's hand just after breakfast.

“I threw it away,” replied Maula lightly. “The reason is horrified, do not know where it came from, the speech is on my finger,” kilahnya after realizing Khayru's face began to be upset.

“Why not?!” Slightly snapping.

“Don't bother that, can't you!?I'll find him till I meet him anyway. Wonderful duh! Can-can be angry I just because of cheap goods that are actually still able to buy Abang and his shop.”

Khayru immediately apologized repeatedly while hugging Maula. He regretted and confessed his caliphate.

Now Maula understood why Khayru was angry. He took the ring he had kept in his drawer-since he rediscovered it. He tried to wear the ring. However, what power, the size of Maula's finger was not like it used to be. It only fit her on her little finger. Finally he just chuckles while playing his own little finger because even though it is small, he still wears it?

A second later he came back moody. It was like there was an inner war going on inside him. Because on one side, he wants to be angry. He felt that his long future had been lost in an instant. However, at the same time, the words of Umi Khadijah ringed in his ears.

At dinnertime, there was a knock on the door in Maula's room. Khayru asked someone to call her while she waited at the dinner table. However, it turns out that Maula refused to leave the room. This time, Khayru just let it go because maybe Maula does not want to be disturbed.

She returned to the study after finishing her dinner, only to return to the bedroom after she fell asleep. Suddenly he remembered the cell phone Maula had brought to his room. Therefore, he secretly opened the chamber of the Maula to retrieve the thing. While reaching for the phone on the nightstand, his eyes were fixed on the face of Maula who was asleep. He immediately turned his body, but the hoarse voice of Maula suddenly called out.

“Abang where to go?”

Apparently Maula can't sleep tonight. He heard Khayru's voice despite entering. Khayru approached him and sat facing him.

“Why not sleeping? It's night, loh.” Khayru stared at the wall clock.

Suddenly Maula woke up hugging Khayru.

“Can't sleep,” he replied slowly.

“You Want Temenin?”

Maula nodded. Khayru was lying next to him though the feeling tonight was a little different than usual. It turned out that none of them could sleep tonight even though it had forced his eyes to shut, still their consciousness did not diminish. There was only the sound of a wall clock ticking in the middle of the silence of the night.

“Have you slept, Dek?”ask Khayru to make sure Maula really sleeps tonight. Unexpectedly, Maula was still able to answer his question.

“But.”

Khayru turned her body towards Maula. “What do you think? Sleep.”

“I've forced sleep, but can't.”

“You're angry with Brother?”

Maula replied with a nod making Khayru look at her.

“Lantas, why would you sleep with Brother?”

“Umi says, husband and wife should not sleep separately.”

“Do not ask again, ah. I want to sleep now,” he continued while hiding his face in Khayru's arms.

It was unexpected that Maula could speak conjugal words in the midst of her anger. Khayru smiled as she tightened her embrace. Even up to the next few hours he could still feel the irregular breathing of Maula. This indicates that they both have not fallen asleep.

“Maybe you're hungry, so can't sleep.”

“I'm sleeping, really. Don't worry.”

“There are sleeping people answering questions.” Khayru. “The sleeper's breath is relaxed and regular.”

Maula placed her palm on Khayru's chest. “This is why your heart is like running a marathon?”

“Terror, yes?”

“Abang also do not know, why so pounding like this.”

“Past be afraid I'm angry.”

“It looks like so.”

He wakes up and sits down. Before long, Khayru followed. He sighed while folding his hands on his chest.

“Honestly, I want to be angry. Her rage.”

“Lantas, why not just get angry? Brother accept, kok.”

“Then, I remembered Papa's words. Order Papa before he dies.”

“Papa say what?”

“... If you come home, respect and treat her like you treated Papa ..”

“Surely you don't understand Papa's words?”

“Ten-year-old boy who knows such remarks. I just did, yes to please Papa.”

“Now you want to respect Brother for understanding Papa's words, right?”

“I don't promise, anyway. Just try and try it.”

Khayru pulled Maula's shoulder while kissing her head. “Thank you for remembering Papa's words. You also have to understand, what Papa does is a form of affection and responsibility.”

“Abang just always obey Papa, why don't I?”

“This is really you? There's no way you're this wise.”

“Maybe there's a wandering spirit that's possessing me. Just look at my eyes.” he said as he glared at Khayru.

“Husst ...” Sontak Khayru shut Maula's mouth. “Times like this are talking about spirits.”Khayru began to stare at the whole room and pulled Maula into her blanket.

“Akh, Scary Brother ...”

“Eng-no ... You are just afraid of God. Where there is a ghost. You're the one who missed.”

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To Be Continued ....