Marrying a Friend

New Life

"Eat already?" her soft voice now roams all over my brain. I could only look at him without blinking.

"Does? Nesya?"

Again, the voice sounded beautiful in my ears and brain, like a gentle dance in this mind.

"Nesiah?"

I jerked. Her white hand was currently touching my hair softly.

"Hey, how about daydreaming, anyway?" her gentle reprimand contained a smile on her face and touched the eyes that made this slow-looking slack appear, along with a smile while looking at her.

"You haven't eaten yourself." My dream and looking at him smiled. He sighs.

"Honey, are you again—"

"Sstt, he I know!" hisisku interjected and then chuckled. The man just smiled and then pulled me in his arms.

Indeed, this morning somehow felt so strange. I mean, my husband's increasingly long attitude— honestly still makes me not expect to be stunned like a person *****, every time I realized and was not used to—so dramatic but always managed to make me fascinated and ridiculous, feeling as if I was in a drama movie scene. Firhan is so loving and caring to me.

Name's Firhan. Firhan Pradipta Zayn. Handsome man in my opinion with a high athletic body posture and can be said he belongs to the category of dream man. I admit, not infrequently the good looks and exotic body so make women captivated, especially when we walk together in the crowd, it is like a sparkling diamond. And that is, it has been so far until now.

We met at a library. She also loves books, especially Urdu poetry. Poetry in Punjabi, Pakistan. Indeed, he was also happy to make such poetry. Since then, we have been close and friendly. The difference is, he focuses on his knowledge and lectures with a million abundant treasures and some of his efforts that he started from zero. And me, I'm a simple girl with nothing to do with a brain that's not that smart. My dad died when I was two, and my mom died when I was in sixth grade. In short, I am with my lover, and he with a million of his knowledge accompanies me. True, despite having a perfection that is valued by many women, but this man seemed never to be influenced in the slightest, even with a very beautiful and popular girl. I've never even seen him holding a girl other than myself, friendly of course.

Since we got married two months ago, she has been more caring and loving. And I, slowly, started to open my heart—though, it took a long time—but somehow, I started to worry about him if he came home late. Yeah, I think, at least maybe it's time I got back that kindness by starting to act cold again.—trying to be a good wife for her, even though it's hard and I still feel like I don't deserve her. Moreover, this guilt still lingers in my mind when I remember the events of a few months ago. Right, because of me, he had to stay away from his family even separated. Sometimes I saw the glare of longing in his dark eyes when pensively alone in front of his study desk. And, for my past, I studied and tried to slowly erase the love for my ex-lover, Daniel.

Today he is very handsome, with his grey shirt and black hair purposely gel by forming a spike. Moreover, his smile could barely escape his handsome face, making me really unable to resist smiling.

"Why smile like that? Come on, think about what to try?" it just penetrated my mind which made me smile in shame.

"Already! It's still morning, Mr. Firhan. Don't tease me let alone poke me!" sahutku wriggling next to him.

"Oh, yes, Mrs Firhan?" then he chuckled.

That new term really makes my cheeks feel hot. I guess I should get used to it. Again, something new.

"Okay, it's time to go. Time’s to work!” I smiled after sighing.

"Alright, Mrs Firhan!"

Again, it made me chuckle with that term and he smiled. A sweet smile touched his eyes. Firhan then looked at me for a moment, then clasped my face and touched it.

"Perform yourself well as health. And remember, drink milk," I nodded obediently in a smile.

"Yes." Yeah." I'm soft, and then he kisses my forehead. Then, "I go first, yeah, honey. All right at home. If there's anything, phone, okay?" the message was soft and then rubbed my hair. I nodded while a smile was still on my face.

"Love you." She whispered in my ear and made me chuckle as I pushed her slowly with a smile.

"Already, don't keep fighting, later to be late to his office."

"The boss's a little late can't?" protests chimed.

"Hey, the Boss must also be disciplined, "

Firhan chuckled and pulled me closer. Looking, like waiting for something.

"Love you, too." I whispered in burying his face in his chest. He took off his arms and looked in disbelief. Like surprised, but after that, his facial expression turned back to ... The radiant? Huh huh? Whahuh? She's beaming?

"Why?" I stared at him.

The man chuckled triumphantly, then shook his head. Then, pull me back in his arms and rub my hair. I just cringe in silence. After she let go of her arms, we went to the terrace and she kissed me once more, then kissed her hands and kissed me and passed by with a radiant smile.

Strange, but I like it!

My smile is ridiculous. I then went into the house. The weather today is so warm and sunny.

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This afternoon, after me and Dian, my best friend called, we finally made a pact to meet at my house. It feels happy, after a long time not meeting this super chatty cute girl, finally meet up. I'm sighing.

Repeated knocking sounds rang out and enthusiastically ran a small to the main door to open the door. As soon as I opened the big, soft-brown door with a cold white iron handle that was probably from the cooling effect of this room, now a girl who was the same last I saw immediately hugged me.

"Nesea!" it was so funny and pulled me in.

My forehead only frowned faintly in a smile and shook her head repeatedly at him. Very Dian, always confident and never hesitated to his best friend. Wherever I was, he thought of it as his world.

"Hey, you're more beautiful, Say." The comment started. My eyes twirled and smiled. "And you, the more chatty."

Hearing that, he then throbbed and pouted. And it made me chuckle. "But still cute, really," I added a smile and pointed my mother at him. Which makes him stare more and more excessive with narcissism and the centile.

I went into the kitchen, when for a moment he fiddled with his phone for a moment. "Eh, how's your relationship?" the question began seriously when I came back from the kitchen and brought him a tray of juice and light snacks.

"Thank God, the happier you are, Di. How are you with Juan?" I looked at her remembering their super romantic relationship.

And he, he lowered his head for a moment, then smiled after raising his face. Then, "We'll be engaged next month. Daniel was a bag.... " His words instantly stopped and floated. And that, managed to make my face lift and my smile disappear.

Yes, of course I remember. Daniel, my ex-lover is Juan's best friend, my best friend Dian. And I can only smile wryly at him.

His hand now clasped my shoulder and rubbed it with a cheering smile, which I replied smiling at him. However, his hate, these silly tears even hang in my eyes.

"There's nothing to be sad about, Di. What I got right now, more than I dreamed," I softly took a deep breath and smiled.

"I'm very lucky to get it." I muttered and it made my best friend smile while nodding in agreement.

"That's right! Yup, you're so lucky, if only I had gotten it anyway." He muttered in a hollow tone of voice.

“Hey, you're even luckier, right? Independent and full of authority with successful and big companies everywhere, of course also love you very much,” my enthusiasm cheers that only in reply slow response by him. Even that newly-scattered smile looked like—

"Oh yeah, so, how old is my niece?" instead it interrupted enthusiastically and made me smile clumsy and astonished.

Long enough we hugged, and managed to make the atmosphere again melt and I came back not awkward anymore. Although to be honest, there is a little strange taste in this friend of mine that feels different. I don't know.

"So, how many?" the question repeated again after our decapitation was released.

I smiled and rubbed my stomach for a moment, which began to grow.

"It's been two months, Di." My smiling mouth raised its face to look at him.

"Oh yeah, so what's the aqiqah, Nes? What's the plan anyway? Continue if—"

"Sssstttt, not time to know yet!" my hiss cut and interrupted him as he almost whispered.

And he pouted for a moment, then looked at each other and seconds later we laughed together. The chat continues with excitement, which is occasionally interspersed with jokes.

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Dusk began to enter this room and reveal the light of his throne. For the first time, it felt so awkward to be in a room with this man who had become my legal and lawful husband just now. He looked, but only for a split second, then quickly turned the pair of eyes away from me. He had been tidying up what he knew, just not far from me who was sitting on this soft mattress.

Silent. That's all that's happening between us now. But the funny thing is, sometimes we reply to a small smile but looks clumsy.

“Umm, Nes, k-you .. want a break? Maybe you're exhausted with the reception.” I shook my little. “Oh. Or... shower, maybe? I mean, you can relieve your fatigue by refreshing the body, while I cook food for us.” The next thing that makes me again just a little shake.

“I want to pray first, it looks like the time is almost past.”

“Oh, okay.” Again, the mood was quiet again.

“Mushollanya is below, and it is complete there. If you need anything, I'm in the kitchen.” Clearly clumsy to tell.

I nodded, but this time I deliberately slipped a knotty smile, so that the effect was not too clumsy.

“Nesya?” his voice made my head rise quickly.

“Ya?”

“I, Umm .. already, forget it! See you.” Her jaw hung up which made me frown in wonder, then smile at the end of the sentence and rub off on me as she passed.

I went and prayed and then went back to the bathroom and took a shower and changed clothes. After that, just stay in the room all night in silence. In fact, the man did not bother me in the least and left me alone in this room.

The hall was quite spacious, and so cool. It feels so peaceful and comfortable to be in it. In the side corner, there is a small corridor but still in the musholla area which is deliberately placed specifically for ablution with two water faucets there and their own footwear. While the mushollah room whose walls are fitted with ceramic calligraphy and motifs to look so beautiful. Just to the west, there is a large container as well as a wall covered with ceramics with a picture of kabbah. Looking at it, it made me smile warmly and peacefully. I still don't think, he's still thinking about this in his life. I quietly prayed and thanked him for giving the good man my life. A beautiful gift at once.

The soft voice that barely detected the senses of my listener was now teasing to ask me to go down to dinner with him. For the sake of appreciation, after all he had been my best friend, had to do that even though awkward. And sure enough, throughout our dinner, only the sound of our cutlery could be heard between these silences, in an awkward atmosphere. He even forbade washing dirty utensils and just asked me to rest in the room.

Again, I found myself in his shadow. Still the same, with the beauty that took away the peace and joy of my life. Yes, Daniel still managed to get in the gap of my mind, even though I repeatedly slashed and forced him to come out. I don't know what to do again, to get this ridiculous noose to let me go. Mirisnya, every try to forget, the stupid tears again grieved darkly. It's true! As far as you go, as hard as you have to and force, it will eventually lead you to that pain. A pain that inflicts wounds you've never seen in plain sight, but can keep you stuck for years to get out of that zone. But I believe that every wound will eventually find its own healing. Sooner or later, and that's all you can do.

The sound of a row in the room is now picking up the daydream in my henning. This eye turns to the busy man himself there, while trying to push the sofa and—

“Oh, hi, Nes?” Firhan was still smiling clumsily.

“What need help?” I bargained when I realized he was busy shifting the sofa, for what and in to manakan..

“It's okay. I just shifted it a little to get me to sleep later tonight.” admit it plain.

My forehead frowned. “What? Who told you to sleep there?”

“I'm alone!”

“Why?”

“

Why?” askalanya.

My forehead is getting cringing. Then, “No. I mean, why are you sleeping on the floor? Aren't we married? Look, at least it's halal in the eyes of Allah.”

He chuckles. The confusion between us began to disappear.

“It's my own will. Yeah, I know we're married, but that doesn't mean I already have you, Nes. I just don't want anything to happen to us, especially you don't love me or on the basis you don't want to,”

Oh, I know! He still keeps my honor, still this self-respect that is clearly the man I had hoped for and loved all this time even not caring at all.

For a moment, I looked into his own eyes. Again, secretly thanking God.

“It won't happen if we don't do it, there's no desire. So, please, sleep in bed.”

“Why?”

“Can you not ask?” he chuckled again, yet this time looked at me strangely.

“I forgot you were pregnant, that's why sensitive so.” Her teasing smile that made me smile lowered my head, yet quietly sighed.

“So?” ask again.

“You .... sounds like you really want to sleep with me, huh?” his timpals narrowed their eyes suspiciously but in flirting.

It feels like rediscovering my old best friend.

“FIRHAN?”

And for the first time, I saw that last laugh that was so wide. It feels good to look at him like that. He was so happy to look, like back. Very Firhan who is always silly with his original jokes.

Firhan nodded while giving her mother a look, but still in a carefree laugh that made me smile looking at her.

The sound of my phone ringing now ripples my daydream as I remember our relationship just beginning, which made me smile for a moment, then pick up the phone, and then pick up the phone, when I realized for a moment that I was alone in this middle room.

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