My Choice of Woman

Episode 68's

The perfectly round moon hangs beautifully in the sky, replacing the sun that has returned to the eastern horizon. Ray sipped red wine. He was on the balcony of his room. Ray wanted to enjoy this wound with red wine that was drunk in the moonlight.

Ray knew someone had opened the door to his room, he was his loyal servant. Mr. Sudiro came to inform him that the dress ordered by Ray had arrived.

“Let it near my mirror.”

Mr. Sudiro nodded. He told the two maids who lifted up the white dress and placed it next to the mirror. They leave Ray.

Ray walked towards that exquisite white dress. He likes his model. Ray several times he circled the white dress that stood upright.

“I hope you wear it and join me,” Ray smiles meaningfully.

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Inspiration to return to his home. He saw his smiling wife holding a vase of flowers containing red roses.

Where did Farah get the red rose?

“Assalamu’alaikum,” Ilham said his greetings.

“Wa’alaikumussalam.” Farah smiled. She was waiting for her husband in the living room.

Farah approached her husband, and kissed the back of Ilham's hand. “Does Mas want to directly eat or shower first?”

“We have dinner first.”

Farah smiled, for the first time she could have dinner one table with her husband. He prepared all these dishes for Inspiration. Farah also served her husband well.

In the depths of Inspiration, there is a new regret that he feels now. He used to hate the woman who prepared this dinner. He even dared to leave her alone.

Farah happily prepared all her husband's dinner needs. And Farah took a vase of flowers containing red roses. He put it in the middle of the dining table for decoration.

Inspiration saw Farah's very happy airmuka get a bunch of flowers. Inspiration still makes sense who dares to give flowers to his wife.

“Mas Ilham, thank you for sending this bunch of roses. Honestly this reminds me of our wedding day.” Farah looked down, she blushed in shame. His water was suddenly red like a tomato.

I'm not the one who sent it. Farah seems to have been wrong.

“I'm also happy to receive this greeting card.” Farah showed a greeting card that was aqua blue and there was a rainbow picture to Ilham. Farah looked happy.

Inspiration fell silent, he felt like he had never sent all these chants to Farah.

Is this Ray's work?

Inspiration felt his heart cut. It's sad to see the woman who ‘just now' he loves feeling happy with gifts from others, especially from Ray. Even Farah's smile was always the fluffy one created from that bunch of flowers and greeting cards.

This dinner only heard the sound of plates clashing with spoons and forks. The only beautiful sight that Inspiration can feel is Farah's smile that continues to radiate. For Inspiration this is a new sight even in a state not new. They have been married for three months. Three months is a very long time for Inspiration to understand his own feelings. Three months of wasted time to dive into Farah's whereabouts. And five days, a very short time but able to tear apart the life that he calls today ‘household life.’

Dinner was over, Farah's beauty was still not over. How can God blind the eyes of Inspiration, if the woman with him is now a very noble woman even though her age is far from adult. You can call it an adorable woman.

“Mas Ilham, I prepared warm water for a bath yes,” said Farah disperse the reverie of Inspiration about how adorable his wife and household had just appeared in his heart.

“No need, thank you.” Inspiration rose from his place of the two and walked towards his own room.

Farah cleaned all the cutlery that had been used and cleaned the dining table. He has to study for the college entrance test tonight.

In the water that Inspiration feels, momentarily dispel the fatigue in his mind. He still thinks about Ray's challenge.

What does Ray really want?

I don't know.

Inspiration washed itself. He feels fresh because the sticky and dirty body has been lost replaced by a sense of comfort after bathing. Still with wet hair, Ilham headed for the kitchen. He wants to make a warm drink.

The eyes of Inspiration were fixed on the girl who was knitting her pencil. Farah's face looks very adorable if she is confused looking for answers from the test. Inspiration laughs softly. Now he sat down near Farah, making the girl a little surprised.

Farah looked at Ilham with a blushing face, a red hue appearing on her cheek. He didn't expect it to be this close. He saw Ilham pull out his cell phone from his pants pocket.

“Mas Ilham want warm drink?” ask Farah.

“By request?” as the question arose Ilham's face approached closer to Farah's face, making Farah slightly rewind her body.

“Two warm brown.” After the sentence that appeared, Ilham again pulled his face. He took his phone and played the little thing.

The awkwardness that was strong between them. Farah hurried to make a warm chocolate.

Ilham sent a message to Akmal, if tomorrow the activities of the store he is handling the store. Tomorrow Ileham must fight. He is not sure if he can go home. Remembering the time he had a fight with Ray.

Inspiration knows, that it is not only he who loves Anneline. Ray also loves Anneline. And that fight happened, Theo who was the referee. The fight was very memorable, because after Ray and Ilham were both full of wounds. They were also taken to the hospital.

Inspiration still remembers when they were in one room with Ray, they were both weak. At that time Anneline went straight in and approached Ilham. He cried loudly seeing his strength filled with punched wounds, bruised blue. Ray saw that, he envied why it was only Inspiration that Anneline cried.

For the first time Anneline got angry, she scolded Theo and Ray. Anneline thinks they did something stupid and futile. Even worse, Anneline scolded Ray, because Ray made this show fight. She doesn't accept her lover being in pain because of Ray.

Even so, the friendship between Ilham and Ray was never strained. Inspiration gives understanding to Anneline, that men at least have felt the fight even if only once in their lives. Inspiration finally forgives Ray. The relationship of the three of them became good again in the point of view of Inspiration. Not from Ray's point of view. And this time Ray also sent the challenge to Inspiration.

It was a long time ago, six years ago.

“This Mas, warm brown.” Farah offered me a cup of chocolate. The smell is delicious.

Inspiration is just smiling. The memory scanner of the past has been switched off for a while. Now he saw his girl sitting next to him. Inspiration does not want it to happen again.

“Do you want to study?” ask Ilham. He saw Farah still struggling with those questions.

For a moment Farah was silent. She was a little scared if her husband was not allowed to go to college.

With hesitation Farah asked, “Will Mas Ilham forbid me to go to college?”

Ilham smiled, he stroked Farah's head crest covered in hijab. “No. I support you, dear.”

Farah's eyes widened. A sign, did he not hear wrong? Ileham just called him with the word dear.

It seems like he has never been in a romantic relationship. Lookie! Called just a pity already feel blushed.

Inspiration held back his laughter. He liked Farah's suddenly flushed face.

Farah turned her gaze to her sheet, she also downed her warm chocolate. He was really short of breath because of the affectionate call from Ilham.

“Farah ..” Inspiration called his name very gently. Farah turned and looked at her husband's face.

I don't know if I can see you tomorrow or not. I hope God will always protect our relationship. Sorry I just started this time.

Inspiration approached Farah's face. Maybe this is the feel of love that should have happened, but the new Inspiration wants to do it. He approached Farah, getting closer. Inspiration only wants to feel Farah's lips.

Farah slightly swallowed her saliva, she knew Ilham would bring her lips closer. This is the first time Farah will feel the sweet nuances of her household. Farah shuddered until she decided to close her eyes. Inspiration is getting closer, just a few inches away. Getting close.

The phone of Inspiration on the table rang loudly. Immediately Farah opened her eyes and slightly dodged. Inspiration also returned in his consciousness. He also avoided.

Mood destroyer!

Inspiration cursed in his heart. He realized that the one who called was Akmal.

“Iya,” Ilham answered a call that damaged her romantic mood.

“Iya Mr. Ilham, I am ready to carry out the order,” Akmal replied across there.

There should be no need to call! Just reply to the message.

Inspiration grunted a little annoyed.

“Iya, thank you.” Ilham cut off his phone.

Now Farah and Ilham were silent. They said in his mind. The awkwardness was back in their midst. Wall clock running. Perhaps if he lived, he would laugh seeing two human children who were silent to each other in the embers of love.

Farah tidied up her papers and stationery, and she'd better sleep. Inspiration knew that his wife was packing. Maybe if that nuance of love worked, it wouldn't be this ugly.

“Sorry Mas. It's night, Farah wants to sleep.” Farah got up from her seat.

He walked to his room. Inspiration also followed Farah in the back. Arriving at the doorstep of Farah's room, Ilham suddenly stopped Farah's steps. He also closed the door to Farah's room.

“From now on, we sleep together like husband and wife.”