My lecturer Married me

Sweeter for Mr. Arga

As usual the mosque alarm woke me up. I got up, headed for the bathroom. I said Mr. Arga was still lying on the couch. After taking my wudhu lyrics once again, Mr. Arga still looks sound from his sleep. I took Mukena, I got the title of sahadah and started my two rakaat obligations.

Finished finishing my Fajr, I returned the lyrics to the sofa. The man lying on it was still unmoved. Did I wake up? It's too much heart if I let him get through his obligations. But I did not dare to wake up.

I looked at that sweet face. Then move into the kitchen.

I mix a cup of hot tea and bring it back to the room I put on the table. I put my face close to that sweet face, but I didn't have much courage to wake her from her deep sleep. I look once again at this near-perfect creation of God, coming closer.

My courage is still not gathered to disturb his sleep, especially last night I saw he was staying up until the early hours. I took a deep breath. Again the face that I meticulously more closely. Sadistic that I let him sleep without fulfilling his duty.

I put my face back in her face, more right in her ear. With a little pat on his shoulder I called his name slowly.

"Sir Arga, get up sir." call me a little whisper. I really don't dare to make any more noise than that.

But it's not that difficult. Mr. Arga is starting to look reacting. Body squirming. I, who was only a few inches away from him, was shocked and moved backwards.

"What time is it?" he said he glanced at the clock still coiled in his hand.

How surprised he was after seeing the clock has shown five o'clock passing and immediately rushed to the bathroom to take ablution.

"You've been praying yet," he said slightly glancing at me just after finishing ablution.

I who was being silent was a little aghast and retorted with a shocked look. Our views are clashing. Instantly we both looked away from each other's gaze.

While holding a prayerful he continued his sentence, "if we have not just congregated."

My eyes glanced back at him and replied, "owh, I've already been."

If I had known he would have invited me to congregate, I would have waited for him to wake up earlier. My heart murmured as my eyes remained fixed watching his every move.

I never imagined he'd take me to the congregation. We are legitimate husbands and wives, but that is just a formality. But his last words made me smile. Until he finally finished.

"Oh yeah, that's me making some warm tea" I said as I walked into the kitchen.

****

This morning, our routine was as usual. Dad went to the office, Mr. Arga went to the campus while me and my mom made an appointment to go to the mall today.

I drove around from one outlet to another outler. Given my growing belly, my mother bought me some new clothes. After getting some that I like and feel comfortable wearing later, we continued to look for food.

As I walked to the restaurant, I saw a sweater on display in a store we passed. I asked mom to go first while I was away for a while, to the toilet my reason.

After seeing my mother pass, I went back to the store and bought a sweater that I thought would fit Mr. Arga. I don't know why I wanted to buy her that ash sweater I saw. After getting what I wanted, I went back to my mother and continued our activities today.

****

I feel good today that I went for a walk with my mom. Lately, I have been sitting at home.

In the afternoon we just got home. Arriving home, I immediately entered the room and opened one by one my groceries including the ash sweater I bought for Mr. Arga.

Mr. Arga has been very good all this time, maybe it's not excessive if I buy him a little gift.

****

"Eat son. Earlier, I saw you fall asleep, I could not bear to wake up. Maybe you were all day walking around. Eat first, then go to bed again."

I picked up every dish on the table. The three of us continued to eat dinner. Mr. Arga did not eat together again tonight. Maybe he'll come home late like yesterday?

I eat faster. I went back to my room and called one of my friends. I asked them about their activities today at the college. Trying to find out what other activities require Mr. Arga to come home late.

Not meant to be possessive, as a wife I should know her husband's activities out there right?

I'm waiting for Mr. Arga to come home. It's ten o'clock in the evening, but there's no sign he's coming home yet. I kept waiting until the clock on my hand showed at 01:00 in the morning, then the sound of the car was heard.

I heard the door knock a few times. I thought you'd wake up and open the door like yesterday. But the next knock was heard again, and father seemed to have fallen asleep.

I went out and opened the door. Mr. Arga was a little surprised to see me opening the door for him.

"You are the one who opens. Haven't slept?" ask her in a somewhat weak voice.

I went back to my room without giving an answer. I'm honestly upset. But I have no right to be angry at all. I'm not who he is.

He went into the room and tried to explain why he came home this late.

I took a deep breath and dared to look at her face. He looks tangled. Tired of being there.

"He I know. Hasna called me. He said there was an event on campus. And you're one of his role models."

Hearing my explanation he looked a little surprised, even with me when he saw his reaction later.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interfere in your business. I was just talking to Hasna. He told that story. I didn't ask you about my father at all, let alone." I didn't finish my sentence. I looked at him with doubt. I don't know what he'll think of me after this. Obviously I've been trying to spy on Mr. Arga and find out what he's been up to lately.

But beyond a doubt. He responded to her casually.

"I'm sorry. The next time I go home late, I'll tell you first." smilingly he patted my hand gently and said goodbye to clean up.

My heart seems to jump. I didn't think he'd say that. I was salting by him. But I have to be in control. I can't cross my line. He's not my whole husband. Especially considering my current condition. It's a good thing there are men who want to marry me even though I don't know when. For sure after all this is over, Mr. Arga deserves a better woman.

"Tomorrow to come to college? You must miss the campus atmosphere?" without me knowing, Mr. Arga has come out of the bathroom.

I just look in shock.

"Yes already, quickly sleep there. We leave at eight in the morning."

He picked up pillows and blankets and laid his body on the sofa.

I also try to sleep and close my eyes that are not really sleepy.

****

Not much different this morning. After praying, Mr. Arga exercises in the backyard. Meanwhile I prepared to go to college after previously helping my mother in the kitchen.