My wife Fat
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Early morning air greets, forming water vapor that produces dew points. Decrease the dizzying cold in the skin pores.
Slender. There is only the occasional rhythmic sound of crickets accompanying.
In the blue prayer mat, the thick-bodied girl sat down, complaining to the Creator.
Fahira raised his hands up, looked up while chanting the prayer stanzas.
“Allahumma innii as ‘aluka nafsan bika muthmainnatan tu'minu biliqooika wa tardho biqhodoika wataqna'u biathooika.
O God, I ask You a quiet soul, who believes in meeting You and accepts what is Your grace and is willing to Your provision.”
The net is already filled with clear glass that is ready to drip. Not weak, he just did not expect, his household would be like this.
If in general the first night of the newlyweds will be filled with happy tears, then the first night is filled with sorrow that sips in the chest cavity.
Fahira took the mushaf, then opened it. He chanted Surah Al-Waqi’ah in a bayyati tone. Her sweet, smooth voice gives peace of heart to anyone who hears it.
Without Fahira noticing the man who wrestled in the blanket was not really sleeping. Rafly looked at his wife's back with an inexplicable look.
***
The baskara reveals its existence, refracting light that penetrates into the crevices of the curtains. Fahira is already in the kitchen.
“Udah, Nduk. Let the same symbol mother who nata at the table. You, too, have been busy cooking. Oh, yes, mending you call your husband to come here, yes,” Irma told her daughter-in-law.
Fahira nodded, publishing a smile on his round face.
The woman with the brown nose swung her legs, stepped into the room. However, when it was still two steps from the door of the room, the door was open, revealing Rafly who looked fresh, probably had finished bathing.
“Mas told to go down with mom for breakfast,” said Fahira smiled faintly.
“Iya already know,” replied Rafly jutek.
Rafly walked right past his wife. She was just trailing behind her husband.
The dining table was full of food. Rice pecel, stir-fried kale, chicken soup, omelet and fruit salad.
“Where is it good, 'is the food?” ask Irma to her son.
Rafly nodded quickly, shortly after finishing the two dishes of food.
Rafly who was drinking was immediately choked.
“Pinter, 'mama find a wife for you.”
That thick-browed man, feeling keki. He nodded slowly. Saying his mother's words.
“Mama notice you're a little pale, yes, Nduk. His eyes are black. Must be tired and lack of sleep, yes. Then you will rest, yes.”
Irma looked worriedly at her daughter-in-law.
“Yes, it's a lack of sleep. Her name is also a newlywed, Ma. Stay up first, yes, no, dear,” said Rafly origin, then embrace the shoulder Fahira.
The girl's body stiffened slightly when Rafly's burly hand touched her shoulder. A sense of heat radiating on the cheeks, Reddened by embarrassment. Fahira just smiled awkwardly, a little annoyed with her husband's remarks.
“Saran mama, Fahira, is still in college mending if you want to program pregnant after college aja bentar again, ‘kan already thesis.”
“Mama told me to marry. It's only natural that Fahira will get pregnant. Faster better yes, right, Darling.”
Fahira just looked down inside. Embarrassed. Maybe if she dared, she would shut her husband's mouth. ‘Ngeselin really, anyway,’ grunts in the heart.
***
Rafly glanced at the clock on the nightstand showing 12 p.m. He looked down at Fahira who was sleeping on the floor only with a thin mattress.
“Yeah, nih, boy. Why not sleep on the couch. Later if it hurts I also bother. Cook yes the sofa does not fit because of its fat body.”
For a second he was silent, thinking. “Ok malem it's me who caved.”
Carefully Rafly lifts his wife's fat body onto the bed.
“That's so heavy. Good thing it's still strong.”
For a moment the man looked at his wife's face. Tight eyelashes, proportional lips, pointed nose, bland cheeks, white skin.
“Lumayan beautiful also in fact,” said Rafly half-conscious. “Eh by the way, anyway, Raf. It's been crazy times, yeah, I praise him.” Rafly hit his head. Immediately pick up pillows and blankets, switch to sleeping on the sofa.
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