My wife Fat
6
True what the Arabic proverb says, “Alhuznu huwa an tuhibbu shakhshon lam yufakkir fii hubbuki abadan. That sadness is when you love someone who may never think of your love forever.”
***
The morning air still feels fresh yet polluted breaths of falsehood. Morning dew enliven, adding a pleasant cool impression.
Water rattles rang out from the bathroom, signaling someone was inside.
The girl was sitting on the side of the bed. His smile grew when he remembered the incident last night.
‘No need to baper, Ra. He's just swerving. Not more. Mostly also because kasian,’ his inner reassuring, trying to minimize kebaperan.
The curvature on Fahira's lips slowly faded. It's not because I'm aware that Rafly may not have loved her yet but because I'm reminded of her problem. He will pass this on to his mother-in-law maybe his mother-in-law knows, because this is a matter of punishment that cannot be underestimated.
The man came out with only a white towel wrapped around his waist. Fahira immediately turned his eyes. Honestly, this is the first time he's seen Rafly bare-chested. Usually when her husband finished bathing he was also not in the room.
Rafly took a cocoa shirt and sarong that Fahira had prepared for him on the mattress.
The woman was a little surprised. When she saw her husband making a move, she changed clothes. Chubby's cheeks instantly turned red.
“Kok is not shy, anyway. Change clothes when there are people,” murmur slowly.
Rafly flipped after he finished wearing his shirt. His forehead shriveled at Fahira who covered her face with both hands. Unconsciously her lips lifted, faint. He picked up a pillow, then threw it at Fahira.
“Duh, why the hell, Mas,” protest Fahira. His body staggered slightly from the pillow.
“I should ask. Why cover your face? Cry again?”
“Yes, why, Mas Rafly change clothes here will be me.”
“Yes reasonable this guy is my room,” replied Rafly lightly.
Fahira swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. ‘Truely too,’ he said inwardly.
“You should come out or maybe you are intentionally here. Want to see me change my clothes? Hmm?” The man narrowed his eyes, looking seriously at Fahira.
“Eh, no. No that's. The guy I just want to take Mas Rafly to the congregation at dawn together. The mosque also has iqomah from earlier.”
“Salat per se.”
“Loh, why?
“Too equal angel.”
The woman nodded in disbelief. “Then why?”
“Memorized only the last three surahs cook want to be a priest.”
Fahira would laugh but not when he saw her husband's face. He thought Rafly was joking but it looked like the man was serious.
“Yes no papa, Mas.”
“I want to pray by myself aja.”
Although a little unwilling. Fahira. They also pray alone.
***
“You together? Stump me again good,” said Rafly finished from breakfast.
Fahira just nodded. There was a sudden warmth in his heart. But he tried to stop it. Worry baper.
The black car was creeping down the city street. The road is very jammed considering it is working hours. During the trip they were both silent until they reached the campus.
“I say goodbye, Mas,” said Fahira kissing the back of Rafly's hand.
“Tumben,” says the woman is soft. However, it still sounded in her husband's ears.
“Tumben why?”
‘Tumben his hand is not pulled,’ Fahira said in his heart.
“No papa, Mas. Assalamualaikum.”
“Waalacumsalam.”
The car drove back, while the woman was still standing in front of the campus gate until suddenly there was a pat on her back. Makes Fahira jump a little.
“Bikin shocked, sih.”
The image only shines. Pulling his friend's hand into the campus. They sat in the gazebo for a while, because the lecture hours were still less than half an hour away.
“Cie was delivered by husband.”
“Ngapain on cie-cie. Regular aja.”
“If you look around, Mr Rafly is like a Bollywood player, yes, no?”
“Who? Sharukh Khan?”
“Not Sehun.”
“Sehun the personnel of Korean boyband, Citra. Not a Bollywood player,” said Fahira anxious.
“Oh I think Sehun is a dangdut singer. That's right, you know the song is not that, ‘Sauntum rose redhhh, which you gave me, in that night ...” said Citra chanting songs owned by Elvy Sukaesih at the end of his sentence.
The beige girl shook her head, landing the back of her hand on her friend's forehead. “Not hot. You're not sick anymore, are you, Cit.”
“Obviously I'm healthy,” says Citra tidied up her bangs.
“Ya is up. So search local nih?”
“Udah map, Ra. Blue House 5th floor class 6-B. Yesterday I just asked that there is a class today empty.”
The narrow-eyed girl resembled the Chinese, confirming the tesmak framing her neutrality. Slightly narrowed, scanning Fahira's appearance from top to bottom.
“You're thin, yes, Ra?”
“No need to suck, Cit.”
“Silent serial. Yeah, it's still fat, but it's like your weight's down. Another diet, huh? Or more problems?”
“Your feelings are only times, Cit.”
“Don't your marriage not happy? Your husband is evil?”
This time the girl published a smile. Convince her friend that she is okay. Of course, he will not tell about his household problems. Besides Fahira is not an open class of people, he also knows that after all the wife must take care of a husband. As in Albaqarah verse 187. Hunna libaasun lakum wa antum libaasun lahunna, they are clothes for you and you are clothes for them.
Every verse in the Qur'an we should try to apply in every joint of life. Including in the household. The Qur'an iku kudu. In applying it should not be arbitrary. Must ask people who are pious, because basically understand the Qur'an not only letterlek but must understand the composition of the word—nahwu shorof—, tafsirnya, asbabun Nuzul, etc. That's how Fahira's Ustadzah said he remembered.
“Males talking weight. Mending us to class now.”
Not long after they arrived. Anggara—lecturer applied social psychology course—coming. The time of four SKS passes very quickly because of the explanation of the Anggara Lecturer who is easy to understand and not boring. Occasionally the young lecturer also gave a joke slip when explaining.
“Yes can't do that dong. Taking psychology should like the eyes of the college.”
“Likes me a psychology course from discussing his love theory Strenberg already hat I even.”
“Udah diem later we in reprimand-.”
Not until Fahira finished talking Anggara has cleared his throat. Stare at them casually, then smile thinly. That's not an ordinary smile. But it was a signaled smile for the addition of tasks, it seemed.
“Let's go to my room for a minute, yes.”
“Dead, Ra,” great-grandson Image.
***
After the Anggara room. They breathe a little.
“Not a problem the task is easy, yes, 'right?”
“Because it's easy that you just know,” cibir Fahira.
“Yes, don't do it dong, Ra. Kan was just told to help Mr. Anggara doang. If I myself do it so heavy.”
“What's a heavy train?” ask Fatih who suddenly came.
They walked side by side, with Citra in the middle position, between Fahira and Fatih.
“That's Mr. Anggara.”
“Partially you guys chat instead of ngedengerin.”
“Our guys didn't accidentally chat, did they, Ra?”
“Where to chat accidentally, Citra,” protest Fatih, shaking his head.
“You're with us or picked up husband, Ra?” ask Fahit when he arrived at the parking lot.
“You guys first. Relax later I'm picked up, really," said Fahira as he gave a smile. She wasn't sure her husband would pick her up. Rafly used to come home at eight in the evening while it was still five in the afternoon.
“Yes we've already got first, yes, Ra.”
Fahira nodded. “Cautious.”
Actually, he felt uncomfortable if they went home only two, even though they were used to doing it. Not jealous, they're not mahrom. Wanted to advise, unkind, worried about being offended. Want to come with them, let's not just alone, but later it will not feel good with Rafly. Given the distance of the house Image closer, automatically later to home. He and Fatih were impressed in just one car. Worrying is slander.
***
The woman in a long, milk-brown sweatshirt was propping up her chin on the balcony. The night air made the hijab flutter a little.
Tamaram bulb makes a silhouette of the shadow of his stocky body. He repeatedly took a long breath.
With footsteps approaching. However, Fahira was not fully aware.
“No tasks you?”
Fahira stroked his chest. Little surprised. He also did not know why, lately he often daydreamed and ended up shocked like this.
“Why, Mas?”
“If there is no task help me rest.”
Rafly went inside, followed by Fahira trailing behind him. They sit in the middle room.
.
“Please help this garin.” Rafly handed me a ruler and some papers.
“So later after richly lined gini.” Rafly gives an example. “Please fill in this data as above, yes.”
Their distance was very close, making Fahira hold her breath. If you look a little, maybe their faces will touch each other.
The woman slightly shifted the body, in order to keep her heart beating unbecoming.
“Rada here, Ra. I will not understand again. From there where it looks.”
“View coc, Mas.”
“Udah understand, yes?”
“Iya udah.” Without asking Fahira immediately followed what her husband directed.
Flat objects on the table are ringing. The man stared at the phone screen. A few seconds is like weighing. So I decided to pick up the phone.
“Iya, Zah?”
“Can come, no. Take your wife not papa. All I want is an acquaintance.”
Not the intention of eavesdropping but Fahira heard what Rafly and the person called Zah were talking about, because it seemed like Rafly was deliberately turning on speaker mode.
“I can't be busy. Sorry, yes.”
Sounded weird from there. “He deh. Bride is busy keep.”
“Sorry, yes.”
“Casual, Raf. A good husband, yes. Bye see you next time.”
“Who, Mas?” fahira asked shortly after her husband turned off his phone.
“Mantan.”
“Still dear, yes?” Fahira shut his mouth. Plasteredness.
“Ya,” says Rafly shuts down his laptop. He looked at Fahira. The handsome face's sharpness implied a deep disappointment. “We broke up because of this matchmaking.”
“Don't ask me something that would hurt your heart, Ra,” said Rafly again.
The man throws an outward glance through the window pane. Staring at the row of flowers that were dimly decorated by the moonlight.
The woman bit her lower lip. Guilt runs in the heart. Then a second later turned into tiny burning dots, propagating on the labyrinth of hearts. Jealous.
Fahira feels like an antagonist in Rafly and his ex's relationship. However, she was also jealous when her husband said that he still loved his ex.
True what the Arabic proverb says, “Alhuznu huwa an tuhibbu shakhshon lam yufakkir fii hubbuki abadan.
That sadness is when you love someone who may never think of your love forever.”
Fahira tried to smile. Summarizing increasingly complex feelings. “Sorry, yes. Because of me you guys broke up.”
“No need to apologize, it's not entirely your fault either. Later if you have finished bringing it to my workspace, yes.”
Rafly moved from his seat. Swinging his legs into his study. Leave Fahira who is still there with the feeling of either.
