My Soul in Grandpa's Hands

Misunderstand

Rolland took a photo of the intimacy Devan and Aleta showed in front of Haris using his cell phone camera. Observing the work of his shots, Rolland was satisfied.

"What a matching couple, though forced to match." inner Rolland smiled knot.

To finish his fad, Rolland sent two photos of Devan and Aleta to his sister's phone. One photo was taken from behind while they were washing dishes together, and the other photo was a side view he had just taken.

As Haris left from before them, Aleta felt clumsy because Devan did not immediately let go of her hand and moved from her seat. He just sat uneasily not daring to let Devan's hand off his shoulder.

"Why, not wanting to be touched by your own husband," Devan suddenly spoke.

"I'm surprised you can be casual, familiar with many men, but why do you even glance at me just don't." Devan continued his question.

"Or do you pretend to behave alim if in front of me to attract my attention, but in front of other men you are the same as other women."

"There haven't been twenty-four hours, two men have come to you. How about weeks, months or even years." Devan smiled cynically.

"Plak," Devan is shocked suddenly Aleta dares to slap him.

Without saying much, after slapping Devan, Aleta ran into her room and locked the door from the inside.

Rolland, who saw the harshness of Aleta's slap on her brother's face, felt his own face as if he felt painful and hot from the slap. With a red face restraining emotions, Devan entered the house and then cleaned up all his belongings.

"I can't wait to go to the hotel." asked Grandpa Cokro who suddenly appeared behind him.

"Devan wants to go back to Bandung this afternoon as well as the cake. If Grandpa and Rolland still want to stay here, Devan will leave first" Devan replied withholding emotion.

"Why are you, do you want to slap your grandfather's face which may soon go to the grave." asked Grandpa Cokro provoked emotion.

"Grandfather.., Devan had obeyed the grandfather's order to marry the village girl. What else does Grandpa want from Devan?"

"Devan, getting married is not just a joint signature in front of the penghulu. Guiding, directing, fostering and inviting kindness is your duty as a husband. Have you ever seen your grandfather treat your grandmother so harshly."

"Grandfather respects and values women, not to hurt them. Get to Aleta, get her heart, son. Aleta's a good boy, son of Soleha, grandfather knew her very well."

Devan was silent at the advice of his grandfather.

"He was a little boy, this year he was twenty years old. You're 31 years old, so if Aleta's childishness comes up, that's natural. As an older person, understand, understand. Grandfather was sure Grandpa Cokro's granddaughter was not only strong but also strong in her heart" said Grandpa Cokro in a slow voice while stroking Devan's head.

Grandfather then came out of the room letting his own grandson to think about his words. While Devan laid his body on the bed, while paying attention to the ceiling of the room.

Arriving at the room, Aleta again sobbed to hold back her cries. Devan's sarcasm really hurt his heart. If time could be replayed, it felt like she wanted to cancel this marriage.

"Tring" suddenly his phone reads a sign there is an incoming message.

Aleta's left hand grabbed her phone on the table, then she opened WhatsApp.

"Ferdinand," Aleta murmured with a pounding heart.

Aleta immediately scrolls incoming messages on WhatsApp.

"Assalamualaikum Aleta. Congratulations on your marriage today to the Unknown man."

"Place reading the attached message below."

"Aleta, thank you for giving me a piece of your heart. Although I only felt it for a little while, we realized it, but all that has taught me. How I should control myself, my emotions, my selfishness to always be with you, even to have you.

Aleta.hatimu is very broad, as wide as the ocean that we came together yesterday. I realized what love means. Feeling lonely, lost, sincere, sacrificing, it is all a manifestation of a word of love.

Happy new life Aletaku, may happiness always be with you.

I lost my race

Ferdinand"

"Wassalamu alaikum."

Aleta read Ferdinand's attached message, and soon Aleta fell asleep.

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Aleta snapped awake from her sleep, as a knock was suddenly heard on her bedroom door. Rubbing her eyes, Aleta opened the room door and saw Devan standing in front of her.

"What's wrong, Devan," asked Aleta to say hello to Devan.

"It's late afternoon Ashar, you don't take a shower. Take a shower, then feed me. From noon we haven't eaten" Devan said slowly.

"Yes wait a minute" Aleta replied and went back inside the room.

"Am I allowed to go into your room."

"My room is a mess, I just woke up haven't had time to tidy it up again" Aleta said softly.

"Go take a shower, let me help you tidy up your room."

Aleta was silent to see Devan's attitude that changed 180 degrees when compared to last afternoon.

"Sir Devan is wrong to eat or is possessed." Aleta's mind.

But Aleta finally relented, and entered the bathroom to clean her sticky body from the morning. Devan tidied up the bed, and held a wet pillow.

"He cried all the time, until his pillow got wet like this."

After Aleta's bed was tidy, Devan circulated his gaze around Aleta's room room room. Narrow room size 3 x 3 meters, there is no 1/5 when compared to his room in Bandung. Seeing Aleta's phone lying on the table, Devan's desire to open it appears.

There was anger back in Devan's chest reading the WhatsApp message Ferdinand had sent to his wife. Devan then took a deep breath.

"Damn .. The gibberish has preceded me to take advantage of Aleta."

"It turns out Aleta is the same village girl as the other women out there."

"So his pillow got wet just because he was crying for the man."

"If it wasn't for Grandpa, I would have left this girl today as well." Devan continues to play with his own thoughts and assumptions.

It wasn't long before Aleta came out of the bathroom. The smell of shampoo and the smell of bath soap mixed with the special aroma brought by Aleta immediately provoked the reaction of the hormone testosterone Devan. Devan's breathing becomes congested, and to remove Devan's awkwardness bounces out of the room.

"Deplace first, I wait at the dinner table, then we meet mom. He was worried about you" Devan said as he walked out of the room.

Aleta then closed the room door to change clothes.

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