My Choice of Woman

Episode 69

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

Farah's eyes were rounded. He froze at the words spoken by Inspiration. In his heart churned. But Farah could not refuse her husband's invitation.

Farah. “I want to keep my books and stationery in that room Mas.”

The inspiration that originally blocked the door, shifted immediately so that Farah could enter in her room. Not long after, Farah came out of her room. Inspiration with a smiling face holding his wife's hand, in order to accelerate his steps towards the room of Ilham. Farah has so far only complied, not refused.

For the first time the waves flowed in Farah. She felt her husband's big hand clutching her small hand. Farah's heartbeat no longer sounded. He was happy and there was shame.

Does Mashal want it now?

Inspiration told Farah to sit on her bed. Meanwhile, Ilham locked the door to his room. Aye! In one room there is only Inspiration and Farah. Yet awkwardness was again present in their midst.

Farah sat on the edge of the bed. Meanwhile, Ilham also sat on the bed but far apart. They say but do not speak, each speaking in thought. Long enough, the silence they created.

Will this hurt? Does it have to be tonight?

Farah was busy with questions popping up in her head.

Inspiration felt anxious with Farah's silent attitude. He saw Farah's slightly confused face. Ilham was convinced that her girl was thinking of doing the first night that had been delayed three months.

Or maybe she wants it now? Or do I need to teach him? It seems like he's really naive.

“Didn't you say you were sleepy?” tanya Ilham broke this silence.

“I-ya,” Farah replied with a little stammering.

Do I have to take a shower to start this game?I don't want to disappoint Ilham.

Ilham was slightly surprised to see the red hue that was on Farah's sweet cheeks. Plus a confused and adorable expression. Perhaps if Farah was a puppet, Ilham would immediately embrace her. Unfortunately Farah is an adorable and lively doll.

“Do I have to clean myself first?”

The question Farah had just spoken made Inspiration riveted. Inspiration thought, it seemed like Farah was still afraid to be touched.

He's still too small, maybe I can teach him basic moves first.

Inspiration rose, he walked closer to Farah. He grabbed Farah's cheek and smiled. Farah's heart rate clashed even more, until a red hue on her cheek appeared.

Does Mas Ilham want it now?

Inspiration drew his face closer. Farah panicked, she did not know how to start. “Mas, I don't know how yet.”

Suddenly Ilham laughed off hearing the sentence just spoken by Farah. Ilham laughed because Farah's innocence. Inspiration stroked the top of Farah's head.

“So soon sleep my wife.” Inspiration laid Farah's body to touch the soft mattress. Inspiration laid him down very gently.

Farah felt she got something that she felt was very comfortable with. Her husband was willing to accept her, the happiness she had been waiting for these three months. Ilham finally slept beside Farah. He must gather his energy for tomorrow.

The night songbirds that flow from the mother moon for a moment provide drowsiness and happiness. Farah slept with her husband. This time, he went to sleep. But Ilham was still awake. He looked at his wife's body. Very covered, even the hijab cloth still wrapped his head. Inspiration understood that Farah was still childish. But Inspiration can still be patient with this.

I'm not in a hurry to enjoy our love. I hope I can win against Ray. I don't want you to continue to be haunted by Ray with his love. It's my fault, which left you five days in Zen City.

Inspiration grabbed his wife's body. He warmed up the tiny body. Inspiration knew exactly if Farah had fallen asleep, she would not have felt anything. Inspiration still clutches the tiny body. Warm, comfortable and happy. That's what Inspiration feels now.

Tonight the romantic voice of the moon mother flowed into a lullaby and a song to bring happiness. The stars also exclaimed melodiously in the rhythm of the mother moon.

May what is mine remain by my side.

***

The morning, still covered in the night, made Farah's natural alarm work. He got up, and found the Inspiration that hugged him warm. He moved a little, but the embrace of Inspiration grew tighter. Inspiration knew that his wife was awake. But he chose to huddle it.

“Mas, I want to prepare for prayer,” pinta Farah.

Ilham let go of his hug, he had also awakened. More precisely Inspiration does not really sleep. He just wanted to hug her body.

For the first time Farah and Ilham brought their prayers together. In a salutary effort. Together they prayed to the Most Merciful. For the first time, Ilham became the leader of this worship, and Farah followed him from behind. After that, their hands were raised and opened. Hands as prayer containers.

After meeting his spiritual needs. Inspiration kept Farah from leaving. He still wants to be with his girl.

“Mas, I have to cook. And work to the store later.” Farah pleaded with her husband.

“Just a minute, stay here. And I beg you not to go to the store today.”

Ilham did not want if suddenly Farah was rounded up and brought by Ray forcibly. Farah simply complied, not trying to resist anymore. Inspiration got up, he picked up a comb that lay on the table near his bed.

“Open your hijab,” said Ilham.

“Hah?!” Farah was only surprised by her husband's orders.

Inspiration becomes anxious to the point of being impatient. It is a little pushy with tenderness. Ilham opened the hijab wrapped around Farah's head. With a very soft Inspiration opened the cloth.

Farah who was still sitting on the bed could only resign. Ilham had removed Farah's hijab. He also untied the hair that bound Farah's beautiful hair. Farah's hair is beautifully unraveled. He still did not understand what Inspiration wanted to do for him.

“I want to comb your hair, my wife.” Inspiration smiles. Slowly his hands began to deftly comb Farah's hair, little by little. Maybe that's what inspiration can give. Not just flowers or greeting cards, but the outpouring of warm feelings like the sun.

Farah simply fell silent, looking at her husband willingly combing her hair. There is a feeling that never ends. The desirous that does not stop. Inspiration combed very gently her life doll. From the start of hair that is tangled and messy to smooth and orderly. lham feel very affectionate with her girl.

“Thank you, Mas.”

Ilham smiled, today he became an unofficial hairdresser. He likes long but voluminous Farah hair. The smell of her hair is very fragrant.

Does this include beauty in women? She is beautiful if not hijab. Maybe this is an additional beauty for a husband.

“Today, I've broken the. Rahma's salary will not decrease, she still considers work. So I beg you to stay at home,” said Ilham with a tone of emphasis.

Why was Mas Ilham so anxious, was he going to leave again?

“Are we going?” farah's face was sad. He really didn't want to be left in this mess.

“Iya.” Inspiration tries to tease her girl.

“I'll go to work,” Inspiration laugh. “Prieve me to return soon to complete your longing.”

“Who said?! I don't miss.” Farah dodged with an adorable manyun face.

Ilham ruffled Farah's hair and pinched her nose. It is too beautiful to be left behind again and Inspiration has regretted doing so.

This morning as usual, Farah cooked for her husband who was about to go to work. Inspiration had already cleaned herself up and prepared for breakfast. Eating with the people we love most at one table creates a pleasant momentum. Very delightful.

After finishing breakfast, Farah escorted her husband to the front door. For Inspiration this morning is a fight that will probably end in pain. He really has to fight for what he has.

Inspiration saw the radiant face of Farah. A smile that makes anyone look at it. No exception to Inspiration. Farah kissed the back of her husband's hand. This is a new habit for Farah. Ilham still stared fixedly at Farah's face until, he quickly kissed the soft head of Farah.

So soft, to make Farah shocked at once blushed. Finally Ilham wanted to kiss Farah's head.

“Prieve for me to come home soon.”

Farah was silent, she nodded. In every prayer, her husband's name is always tucked away.

With a heavy heart, Ilham said goodbye and he went to the place of battle. Today he has to defend what belongs to him. His regret should be paid immediately.

Ilham drove his car to the elite area near the city park. The area is only filled by people who have a fantastic amount of money. Inspiration will end all this, a grudge that must be fully paid.

***

Ray had prepared a place to fight. He had this fight with Ilham six years ago. Where he wants to take Anneline. Actually he almost won, if only Theo did not end the event welcoming the death.

Ray's been trained to fight. Ray's killer instinct is always turbulent to want a victim. Today she was looking at her beautiful clean white dress. The dress she gave Farah.

Ray already does not care about any status that is right now Farah. She was another man's wife. And Ray doesn't care about that. Ray believes Farah is still like a flower bud that is still a virgin untouched.

Ray knew the character of Inspiration, he could not force a woman. Ray has given up in the past. He was so willing to let go of Anneline for the man he called a friend.

“Ilham is my friend and enemy!”

Inspiration has arrived at Ray's palace. He was welcomed by many servants. Even Mr. Sudiro has invited Ilham to follow him to the fighting room. Inspiration to think if Ray would use his bare hands for this fight? I don't know. Inspiration will try to win this fight.

Ray was already sitting cross-legged in the room whose floor was made of wood. This is like a room for a traditional Japanese house in general. Even the door is made exactly the same and opening it must be shifted.

Inspiration sees only Ray, some katana swords and wedding dresses.

What's the wedding dress for here?

Ray smiled, his opponent has arrived. Ray looked at Ilham like a bloodthirsty killer. He should be able to make this room bleed.

Inspiration looked at Ray, unmoved showing no expression of fear. Only she wondered why the wedding dress should be put into the fighting arena.

“What is the dress for?” Inspiration asks directly at the point. He doesn't like to beat around the bush.

Ray is small. He knew that Ilham would ask without an excuse.

“The dress for your wife that she will wear at the wedding between me and her later.” Ray smiled cunningly. He certainly knows the sentence he just said contains embers that will heat the heart of Inspiration.

The inspiration that heard it was a little unwilling. He really doesn't like that word. “When do we fight?”

The guts are still the same. I'm gonna win this fight. I'll make you sorry for making Farah so much. And don't blame me if your blood will fill the walls and floor of this room.

“Why be in too much of a hurry. We'll talk to my friend.” Ray still displayed his wily smile. “How's your girlfriend, Anneline. Have you found it?”

“I don't like to buy time! Finish this fight!” Inspiration exclaims fiercely.

Ray smiled as if mocking the opponent in front of him. “If I win, that virgin flower bud will be mine.”

Ray thrusts a wooden sword at Ilham. Ray wanted a fight with a wooden sword. He did not wear a katana, a samurai sword for this fight. Ray wanted to torment Inspiration with pain. He did not want to tear the skin of his opponent. Blood must flow in this room.

Inspiration was stunned by the fight this time. The weapon used is a wooden sword, not a katana. He was sure there was something else Ray wanted to show him. Inspiration is sure.

Ray's killer instincts are turbulent, for a long time he has not found a balanced opponent. And it's time to get revenge. Mr. Sudiro is ready, he will be the referee and jury in this match.

Ray is on the right side of Mr. Sudiro. Ilham was also preparing on the left side of Mr. Sudiro. They just have to wait for the referee's warning. Ray and Ilham had brandished their wooden swords.

“Start!”

***

Farah was cleaning the room and collecting dirty clothes. Suddenly there was a sting running through his chest cavity. He holds the left chest. The thought was on the figure of her husband.

“Is something wrong? Why am I feeling unsettled?”

Finally Farah decided to pray two rakaat to calm her heart. He was sanctified with ablution water. After that he tried to strengthen his heart to undergo this worship. Prayer movement, from intention to end. With her gentleness, Farah raised her two hands. She asked the Divine to keep her husband in the protection of God. That's just a request from Farah. He only wants Inspiration to be protected from distress.

***

For the third time the inspiration fell. His body was full of pain due to the impact from the wooden sword. Even though it was made of wood, the pain was overwhelming due to the impulse from revenge.

“Did you edit your wife in a series wedding! Until you don't want to shake me, Ilham?” Ray laughed contentedly, he still excelled in this fight.

Once again Ilham fought back, he was actually not proficient in sword fighting. But he still wants to keep his home. Inspiration raised his fight to Ray.

Once again Ray can deflect easily the attacks launched by Inspiration. Ray's movements are like a deadly sword dance. If attacked he can quickly dodge and then launch a sudden attack. Ray is good at this fight.

“I wonder why the status of the husband you are holding right now is like an insult to you! You don't deserve to be a husband!” Ray laughed loudly. He was satisfied that soon his opponent would lose. As he wished, Ilham's blood had already stained the wooden floor of this battle arena.

Inspiration gathers its power. He doesn't want to lose his girl. Inspiration rises, he only has the recklessness to win this fight. He raised the wooden sword to Ray.

The fight happened, they were still fighting swords. I don't know if there's any air that Ilham feels there's power surrounding him. Ray fell in the fight. But Ilham still attacked. He did not want to allow this opportunity. Until Ray fell, his sword had fallen far from his reach. Inspiration had already pointed his sword at Ray's neck. If that katana maybe Ray's neck could be directly slashed by Inspiration.

“I won, “ said Ilham with a face that had been bleeding and bruised. “Do not disturb my household life again.”

Ray fell silent, he had just been defeated by Ilham. He has lost by a landslide. Inspiration pleaded, he wanted to get out of this room immediately. He was in so much pain.

Ray's wish is gone.