Neighbors Become Households

Because of lightning

Eps. 12

Rain spots began to wet the earth, black clouds with rumbling sounds made the atmosphere of the night feel silent and cold.

That night was the first time that Jihan and Arga performed the magrib prayer at home together as husband and wife. With Arga who became a priest, his voice while chanting the holy verse was so melodious. Jihan's heart was made to rustle in amazement with the husband's reading.

After the prayer, Jihan kissed the back of her husband's hand and they continued to send prayers for the late father.

His tears fell, spilling profusely on the prayer mat. Ask to be given clarity and patience. And asked the Creator to give his father the best place on his side.

O God, Lord of the universe. The Most Love and Most Merciful. Give your best for this wedding. Make me and her one, Samawa in your riddho. Servants are just ordinary people who do not even have half of Your perfection. But make a good servant leader for the wife of the servant Ya Rabb. Make us the couple you hold dear.

In the heart of Arga pleaded very, he realized that his status was now different. To be a responsible leader before God. Afraid of not being able to be a good leader, Arga promised to continue learning and praying so that he could keep the trust of his late father-in-law.

Jihan was sobbing, her heart was so sick but warm. After saying Amin, Arga looked back. He saw Jihan who sat on her hands looking up to cover her face. Until it sounds so hiccuping.

Arga grabbed onto Jihan's shoulder, stroking her back role. His heart ached to see the crying Jihan. But he tried hard. Kissing the head of the wife.

"Don't be sad anymore yes, you are my responsibility now. What I have to be happy about, is that I am here. Don't feel alone, I know you're a strong, great woman."

The rain left little specks, with Arga still holding Jihan in her arms.

*****

"Mas Arga," call Jihan. Arga turned to the source of the voice, smiling at the arrival of Jihan who looked fresher than before.

Now they're in the garden behind Arga's house. Jihan came with two cups of warm tea.

With a clean face, mercury free make up material. And only displays the real face of Jihan who is radiant, with pure lip color pink. Adding a sweet impression on Jihan's face.

"It's over?" Ask Arga. Jihan replied with a nod of her head. "Come sit with me."

Jihan approached the chair that was patted Arga, the girl looked a little uncomfortable with the clothes she was wearing because it was Arga's clothes, Arga, an all-size white t-shirt with a subordinate training pants that look sombre.

Arga laughed lightly at the wife, "I'm not comfortable with her clothes, huh?"

"Hehe didn't want to, I'm comfortable, just a little big."

Jihan felt bad. Already on the lapisami clothes still protest. It's good that Arga wants to lend me.

''I'm grateful that I wanted to find my sister's shirt, maybe it's still there but I don't know where she keeps it, ''' sipping her tea.

''No mas do not bother, wear this you can still. Thank you, reject Jihan.

"Yes the same." Arga smile.

Jihan gives a cup of tea to Arga, Arga receives it.

"Thank you" and smiled again.

Jihan began to sip her tea but she forgot that it was still hot as a result of her tongue burning.

"Shhtt, hot aww."

Arga put back her tea, she was worried and directly touched the face of the jehan, Reflex Jihan was weaving lips.

Arga held onto Jihan's chin her lips moved to blow on Jihan's lips. A little slowly he rubbed his wife's lips with his thumb.

"Is it better?" Ask Arga.

"Yes, that's fine."

"Other times be careful yes, already know it is still hot even directly in the drink," Arga still blew on Jihan's lips.

Jihan was glued to see the attention that Arga gave her. Suddenly he regained consciousness and slightly distanced his face from Arga. Because being in such a close position especially with the lips touched and blown Arga makes his heart beat fast.

"Yes, next time I'll pay attention. Thank you for helping me out."

"Well, it's okay, drink some more tea. Blow slowly."

The mood was silent again. Both of them enjoy each other's tea while struggling with his own thoughts.

"Nim, do you want to hear about my family?''

"Yes mas? What's up?"

''I want a story, so you can understand me more. I also want to understand you more deeply.''

Jihan nodded, "Tell me. I'll listen. I'll change the story."

The rain left a small stub that sounded softly above the precarious but the atmosphere remained calm Arga began his story.

Arga began to tell me about his personal life first, telling me about how he worked, what status he was in the company, what position he was in, discuss about his monthly salary as well and discuss if he already has future savings to buy a house that he will later live with his wife and children.

Arga continued his story, discussing family genealogy. Starting from the daily life of her mother and her favorite, when it comes to this Arga sure Jihan needs to know more because her mother often visits Jihan's house. For Papa Arga, he told me about the work of the father that makes him rarely spend time at home because, the location of his office is outside the city. I can only go home twice a month.

Arga has two older sisters who now live with their husbands. Both Arga brothers have a very opposite attitude, his first brother named Shintia he is the type of person who is loyal, friendly, and humorous. His small family has been complete with the presence of one daughter who now sits in second grade Elementary School.

Arga's second brother was named Shopia. He has a more rugged, assertive personality, and is a bit julid. But she is a loving mother figure for her son who is now entering the age of Kindergarten.

Arga also has a younger brother named Haikal. Haikal is rarely at home, he spends more time at home the aunt who is close to school. He felt comfortable when he was there because the house was quiet because the aunt could not have children more precisely barren, barren, so that since Haikal was a baby Aunt who often took care of him until the continuity until now. But occasionally also Haikal took the time to go home to the mother to visit.

Haikal is a first-rate junior sister below Jihan. Haikal's personality is almost the same as his older brother named Sophia. Haikal type men are cold, cranky and sometimes a little annoying. Yes, Jihan confirmed the story about haikal. Because he also sometimes feels upset if accidentally cross paths with haikal at school.

Not often but sometimes, whether you have a grudge every time you meet Jihan he always glances with a dislike gaze.

"For any other matter, if there's anything you want to ask, you can ask Nim. To mom or dad. They can also answer if the answers I give are less convincing to you."

"Aaaa, no mas. It's quite clear, now that I know more about the Arga family, about what I like and what I don't thank you, the information is very helpful," Jihan smiled.

"Yes the same, keep smiling like this yes, you are more beautiful when you smile.''

Arga could have, I'm so embarrassed.

Staring at Jihan with a warm smile. " Now you're changing to tell nim."

"What story do you want? I have nothing to tell you."

"Then anyway? Anything, about your daily life, your likes or anything you can."

Jihan put down the cup she was holding. Then he started telling stories, not much but the information he gave was quite clear. Not long-winded, just reminding a few things to Arga.

"That used to be a mas, the rest of Arga mas will know me by itself. I don't know what to tell you anymore, hehe."

Her cute..

Arga's hand reflexively stroked Jihan's head.

"Mas Arga," call Jihan. "Are you sure this marriage can last until the days that follow, what if one of us gets bored?" Ask her.

"I will not confuse boredom into the reason our household is destroyed, because I think bored it is not the right reason to end a relationship" Arga mocked his words. ''If it feels bored starting to exist, we can handle it together. I'm sure whatever is done together will produce new feelings and can drive away the boredom itself.''

The sound of rain starts falling back.

"But I can give you some relief, Nim." Connect Arga.

"Ringes? What do you mean?" Jihan doesn't understand.

Arga looked back into Jihan's eyes, as if telling her honestly what she wanted to say was coming purely from her heart. No pressure from anywhere.

"If at any time, you feel like giving up on this marriage, or maybe you feel that this household relationship is a pressure on you, and you feel uncomfortable pressure or the term, she said, you feel that there is nothing to defend in this household, then I can give you the freedom to choose another path," Arga threw away his gaze staring in the other direction.

Jihan was silent, when she heard all the words that came out of Arga's lips.

"But isn't that the same as giving up on all of this? Father's trust," said Jihan.

"I don't want to give up Nim, I just don't want you to feel pressured by this, nor do I want to make you live in a single cage of marriage with someone you can't love. If you can't love, don't force it."

"But what if I don't want to get away from Arga mas? What if I am deeply in love with Arga, and Arga does not love me?" Jihan looked towards Arga. Please be anxious waiting for Arga's reply.

Arga looked back at Jihan, deepening her gaze into Jihan's bead eyes.

"I won't let that happen Nim, when you start loving me, I make sure I fall in love with you first" Arga's eyes did not turn away from looking into Jihan's eyes.

"I don't let all the fear I've been saying happen. Because I assure you that I will guide you myself. Teaching you about love. I'm not gonna mislead any reason to be the basis of our separation."

Jihan's heart began to be touched by Arga's words, yet there was still a hint of doubt in her heart. Is it true that the words of this man who has become her husband can be held?

Can he give confidence to Mas Arga?

"I don't know how to answer, but I'm asking. Please give me some time and let's go slowly."

Arga smiled, his hands moved to stroke Jihan's head. "I'll give you plenty of time, I won't force it, before you declare yourself."

There was a feeling of relief in Jihan. Now he has promised himself. That will give Arga the opportunity to give her trust, inevitably dislike Jihan must accept the fact that now she is married and will slowly learn to be an understanding wife.

The sky still looks dark, rain like also toying with the two people who are chatting. Sometimes the rain will subside but some time later the rain will come back down with a heavy. A flash of light flashed across the clouds, signaling there would be lightning.

Slowly only a rumbling sound was heard. But suddenly, though,

Jedduuaarr!!! A lightning strike flashed. Suddenly makes Jihan shocked and frightened, reflexes himself immediately hugged Arga's body.

Actually Arga was no less surprised as well, even more surprised when getting a sudden hug attack from Jihan.

"Mas Arga, I'm afraid," jihan said in Arga's arms.

Arga tried to calm the trembling body, stroking Jihan's back slowly.

"Relax Nim, it's okay. There I am. Be calm.

"Mas, let's just go in. I'm scared" he asked.

"All right, let's just go in. Let's stand up slowly." Take Arga while releasing the circle of Jihan's hand on her waist.

But Jihan still tightly grasped Arga's waist. "Nim, how would you like to enter if you hold tight like this? Or do I just want to carry it?"

"Mas, ohh sorry I was so scared. I'm sorry I was so presumptuous" Jihan immediately let go of her embrace

Arga replied with a smile, "No, let's go in first. Stand up slowly." Arga leads Jihan into the house.

The girl was still slightly trembling from being surprised by the sound of lightning earlier. Which makes him unconscious if hugging tightly the body of the Arga mas.

Once inside, Jihan calls her husband's name, "mas Arga!"

Arga turned towards Jihan who was walking behind him, the girl's hand pulling the edge of Arga's shirt.

"Yes, what's up, Nim?"

Jihan hesitated to say it, but she was even more afraid if she did not. This time he had to put aside prestige for the sake of mental security.

"Couldn't just leave me alone tonight" Jihan said.

"Where am I going, Nim? I'm not going anywhere" replied Arga smiling.

"Emm I mean mas, mas come to the room with me can? I scared?"