My Prayer From Forbidden Places

Pov Mas Bram (2)

One time Raisa told me that her husband was back in his contract. He asked me not to call him first. He said he was on a week off from work.

For her sake, I did not dare to contact her either.

A day, two days I still have a strong hold on this longing, although jealousy always bursts in the chest cavity. Especially when the night comes, really I am always restless can not sleep. Raisa's shadow being rubbed by her husband has always been my night ghost.

Ah, I ended up stealing a relationship through chatting with him. I want to make sure he's okay there.

A few days later, I got a call from a man who claimed to be her husband Raisa.

"Hallo .. is this Mr Bram's number?" said a man on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, right. It's who!" I answered from a voice I never knew.

"I'm Raisa's husband!" snapped it.

The deg!

I was shocked to hear her claim to be Raisa's husband. Darimama he knows my HP number?

"Father don't tease my wife anymore! Raisa is still my wife who is martyred" he said in a loud voice.

"Says Raisa, she has no husband ... 'cause she's been left for 10 months?" I try to calm down.

"It's not your business. Raisa is my business. I am still her husband!  Watch out if you keep teasing him again!" threaten her while hanging up.

I feel innocent in this. Doesn't feel like Raisa's cheating. Religionally, the relationship between Raisa and her husband is already a talaq category.

And as a man, I don't want to be called a coward. "Let's see, where I can meet you. Let's solve this problem." I said via an SMS message I sent to his HP number.

Not long after, he replied to my SMS. “Di tangderang.” reply is short.

I urgently need to settle it with her husband Raisa. I was worried that if it wasn't resolved soon, afraid that anything would happen to Raisa.

Therefore, I also met her husband Raisa in a restaurant in Tanggerang.

"By religious law, you are no longer Raisa's husband" I said, beginning our conversation.

"But by country? I'm not divorced with him!" the answer is not to lose.

"But Raisa's not coming back with you...His problem. Are you gonna force him to want to?" I said I felt like I was winning from him.

He lowered. It seems he realized that Raisa could no longer accept it.

We were both silent for a long time. Pity for him suddenly spread my feelings.

“I met Raisa at PP where she works. I don't think she's married. If she had a husband, she couldn't work there."

I see Raisa's husband is still silent. It seems he is feeling sorry. “I'm still her husband, sir!” hisses.

"Then why do you want to go back to him, after all, he's been stuck in a massage parlor that serves plus-plus?"

"Because ... I still love him .. Mr. Bram!"

My mind murmured, Ah .. Not only do you love Raisa, I am also very!

"Then what will you do if Raisa still does not want to be with you." I asked to pry her heart.

He fell silent. Then he told her about his quarrel with Raisa until he left her.

Ah .. seklias what he told me is very similar to what I experienced when fighting with my ex-wife. Slowly, I immediately changed my empathy for her husband Raisa.

"The point is not that I don't want to go home. But I didn't dare before I could pay the money off" he concluded.

"Now do you still love him?"

"Very ...Mr ... !"  His eyes fell. His head was sorry.

Raisa's husband really hopes I stay away from Raisa and help her open the door to Raisa's heart.

Ah, I don't have the heart for him. I feel guilty about taking Raisa out of her hands.

"If you don't take responsibility anymore, I'll take him to Surabaya.”

"If it turns out you ran away from that responsibility …?"

"will not. Sir!"

"The concept is that if you don't take responsibility anymore, Raisa I take it to Surabaya.!"

So is the story of my meeting with her husband Raisa named Rahman Akbar.

I can't bear to see it. He should be given a chance once again. And Raisa must accept her husband back. For no man is perfect, neither is he, with all of us.

A month after Raisa and her husband returned home, I often visited Mama's house as a cure for my longing for Raisa. Sometimes 2 once, sometimes once a month. But I warned Mama not to tell Raisa if I came to her house often.

“Assalamualaikum Mama ..” greet my greetings on his doorstep.

“Waalaikum greetings, Mr Bram! Come on in, sir!”

“Sorry Ma, when my arrival interrupts!”

“Oh it's okay, Mr. Bram. I'm happy, Mr. Bram is coming! Let me make a drink first, huh?” mama said as she walked into the back room.

This Mama's house bears a silent witness to Raisa's hesitation in me in my solemn love for her. Because at that time, according to him, I had no attention at all to his daughter during the streets in the Mall.

Ah stupid me .. why was I obeying my heart so much that I could be a traitor to my daughters in Banyuwangi?

Suppose at that time, I pretended to be considerate, and assumed that her daughter Raisa was my daughter as well, perhaps Raisa would not hesitate to be my wife.

Maybe my mother who is in Surabaya will be granted her dream to have a daughter-in-law Raisa.

But it is .. the destiny of this life path no one knows. If Raisa did not hesitate so, maybe Akbar will not be able to meet Raisa again. Akbar will not be able to refer back to Raisa.

And it was Raisa's path of doubt that laid out my path to become the wisest man for Raisa. That means enough to me. Although this tree of my wisdom sustains the thick leaves of longing.

Or ... lest, this is all my destiny path to return to the arms of my children in Banyuwangi later?

“Let's Mr Bram, the tea is mashed first!” sela Mama resuscitated my daydream.

“Iya, Ma .. thank you. Sorry, it's been a hassle Mama.” I said as I tasted the sweet tea.

“Sorry, if I may know if Bram never contacted Raisa in Bandung?”

“Never Ma!”

“I mean, contact via HP, so!”

“The HP number Raisa I used to call, is off, Ma.”

“Masak. Try me to call, yes?”

Instantly Mama pressed her HP button, then tried to contact her HP number Raisa.  “Iya. No longer active is Raisa!”

“Nothing, Ma. I just want to send a message to Raisa.”

“What message, Mr Bram?”

“Time in Bogor Square, Raisa did not have time to record my HP number. Please if she doesn't come with her husband. Give me this HP number.” My message to Mama while giving my card to Mama.

“Why did Mr. Bram just let Raisa go. Even though Raisa already loves the same Mr. Bram. Before leaving for Bandung he cried Mr. Bram, youh!”

“Maybe not his match, Ma!”

“ I was more agree Raisa married to Mr. Bram, than she was back again on her husband!”

“I want to go back to Surabaya, Ma.”

“Loh why Mr. Bram. Is the project in Jakarta finished?”

“Iya. It's done, Ma.” Answer's short.

“I hope her husband can make Raisa happy. If her husband is no longer responsible ... Have Raisa call me, Ma!”