My husband is not my first love

This husband of yours

I've always loved the rain before, but it wasn't very exciting for this twilight. Because locked up here with someone who does not have the slightest share of heart. Caged in the cottage of the coffee plantation which is sidelined fish ponds.

It's so strange that life, I who enjoy all the things of the book must be thrown in the forest and habituate myself to the life of the hamlet that has long not been included in the list that is considered to spend a life that will not be long.

"You know it's going to rain for a long time?" I don't know what kind of refraction made him say that.

"Hem, age makes you know a lot of things like that." I responded with eyes that still saw the rain pouring down all over the coffee rods.

The smile on the charismatic face was wide, wide. Maybe happy with the response not found since the ijab yesterday.

"Indeed not to examine all according to scientific standards, only the intuition of village youth who are accustomed to reading nature in generations."

I didn't respond.

"You want to use banana leaves? Or is it enough of your husband's shirt?" The figure is preparing to release simple clothes that attach to the body, a body that is not too high but not short as well.

"Not necessary ... " I raised my hand, refusing.

Although we equally understand this marriage will not run as attractive as a dream marriage, but has mature enough in age makes it wise enough not to be too rigid. At least we managed to cover up the awkwardness, even though we still couldn't promise to love him when far away my heart had been owned by someone else.

Finally walking in the rain, not too heavy indeed, but enough to wet the clothes because the distance of the garden with the village takes ten minutes to get home.

* * *

"Too long in wet clothes, you'll be cold."

"First off," I said as I pressed the towel outside the clothes while looking at the young man who was drawing water. Is not he able to build this spacious house, then why can not buy a water machine. I'm not familiar, exactly not yet to ask a lot of things to the young man who is drawing.

"Rasulullah also took a bath with Ummul mukminin, come here and take a bath with your husband." he spoke while continuing to fill the tub.

"You keep repeating the word 'your husband' as if I'm afraid I forgot about it."

The man put the bucket on the side of the bathtub and turned his head with a smile. "That's how I get you used to it ... "

I frowned.

The figure came over with a towel wrapped around the waist. "Just take a shower, take off his clothes do not hesitate. I'll take a bath in the river." she passed by with a smile.

I stared at the back away. Village boy, but this Sevulgar speaks. Hem, who said a loveless marriage would be Manarik.

* * *

Tilting the body against the wall. This rain makes the mind wander. Why the pretentious decided to marry him, when someone whose name and face are enthroned here promised to spend all their lives together after his master's mission in India.

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The village youth with only ijaza High School can compensate the stubborn and ambitious Ria. Instead, for the reason of accompanying my father in the old days that I do not know when the Lord will take from the side. While he's the only family left to get caught up in this unattractive bond. Though from the beginning the figure did not make the heart beat fast or feel like it was being dropped by flowers, nothing.

But what can I do, when the most meritorious woman in life breathes out the last breath while this daughter is not on the side enough to make a deep guilt.

Since the decision to go home made I continue to learn to neutralize the heart, make peace with all the consequences it causes. Don't want to be cowardly about the accountability of your own choices ...

"It's sleep." The rebuke broke the reverie.

"You want to tell a story?"

"Maybe next time."

"Well, my wife can sleep, your husband is happy with you."

"Hem."

I turned the body to find out with the tail of the eye what the young man was doing. A day and two nights almost together I began to admire his way, amazed by his sportsmanship. But admiration is different from love.

It's weird that there's a wife as selfish as I am, and I think it's because marrying a husband like her doesn't mind my own ignorance.

* * *

"No eating?" The figure with the title of my husband came up with a tray in hand.

The self-eye glared at the thick book and computer screen, focusing. Now continue.

"I cooked a young mango sauce with candlenut. Young jengkol fish also have fried fish sauce."

Swallowing with his explanation. Keep your hands off the keyboard. Staring for a moment at the figure who seriously arranged the contents of the dish. Not what he cooks bothers me but what he does on these two days of marriage. Village men generally have the prestige of doing kitchen work. I remember never once in a lifetime seeing you do the dishes, clean the house, even the average man in this village.

There are also two who diligently draw water before farming into a sneer in fear of the wife. This is the tradition of the village on the banks of the Musi river, a far corner of the Indonesian earth. This is also what makes me not think of aging with one of his young people, only somehow fate ties me to him.

"Can you cook?" I broke out a daydream asking while watching the soft-eyed youth.

"This spoiled girl, forgot that I've been an orphan for eleven years."

I smiled, how not to know, we are one village, even though the distance of the house is quite far.

"Why would you marry me when this guy gives me weird terms?"

"What harm? She is beautiful, smart, educated. That's good for the mother of my kids, right?"

"Who said we'd have kids?"

"of course. When do you think you can resist the charm of this good young man?"

I'm a headband with a funny smile. He was that confident, when he was blinking. It's a lot different with someone there, I don't like to joke.

The other young man was so serious it made us fit. Youth who until the end of the semester became my eternal enemy at the discussion table, as well as a partner proud of many opportunities. Almost a partner of life if I hadn't chosen the absurd life that casts on the man in front of me.

While this jdohku is a man who is five years old, not a man who has attracted the charm of his charm, because he is present as a simple figure, as it is. Men who do not fit the criteria that ever existed in the brain.

The first meeting with thin t-shirt enthusiasts is when giving a research permit to the village. A young man who is respected for his influence and success, which I only know after becoming his wife is an alumni of an independent-oriented pesantren, where to explore the science of farming and gardening. He received a full scholarship for being an orphan.

Marrying someone unloved. Thrown here now is not a two-day decision, something big happened overhauling many of the plans that have been made neatly. Choosing to leave an overseas scholarship offer to make up for the disappointment, regret that I could never fix.

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