One Big Dipper Two Love

Chapter 34

As usual, Hanges wakes up before dawn.

“Aduh,” lirih Hangga when feeling his lips stiff when he woke up.

After sitting for a while with his back resting on the head of the bed, he inched up and stepped into the mirror. In front of the mirror, he held his lips that Jontor had due to head propped Harum yesterday afternoon.

“Duh, how to wake up even more Jontor,” he said while grimacing.

Because of the state of his lips, Hangga decided to pray Fajr at home. Then he went to the bathroom to clean himself and then pray.

“Yang, wake up dong.” After the dawn prayer, he woke his wife.

“What the hell, still dawn too,” said Nata with eyes still closed.

“Yang, look at my lips.” Hanges shake Nata's body to wake up.

“Why is it?” ask Nata by squinting her eyes because she just woke up.

“Segini Jontor not, Which?” Instead of answering Nata's question, Hangga asked back.

“Iya, slightly. How can Jontor be?”

“Gara-gara si ...” Hangga fell silent, not continuing her sentence. If he says hit Harum's head, worry makes Nata misunderstand. “It sucked window,” he continued.

“Oh.” Mangut-mangut. A moment later, he smilingly looked at Hangga with a meaningful gaze. “But your lips are sexy then. I like it,” whispers in the ears of Hangga.

“Not yet, Yang. I'm cape again. Last night already,” said Hangga who understands 'maunya' Nata.

“Later tonight yes,”.

“Neighbor cape. You stay on your back, let me just work,” said Nata while pushing the body of Hangga to fall on her back.

Hangga could only resign when the beautiful woman began to launch the action.

His intention to wake Nata was to ask his wife to treat his lips. But now Nata wakes up something in his body.

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After dawn prayers and a short lecture, Harum chose to clean up his messy wardrobe. Yesterday he just put clothes in a suitcase into the closet, without tidying it up. As a result, the pile of clothes in the closet became messy, even though she was a girl who liked neatness.

A moment later, his gaze was fixed on a frame in a pile of clothes. His hand moved to take the 10 R size frame. A photo of a couple who are none other than herself and Hangga, displayed in the frame given by the mother-in-law during a visit to this house a few days ago.

“You came home in a hurry. The first day of marriage went straight home, until the bride's photo was not finished,” said Bu Mirna when approaching her in the room.

“This mother brought a photo of your bride size 10 R. If the size of 30 R, stored at home mom,” said Bu Mirna again.

Harum remembered very well that there was only himself and the in-laws in the house. While the father-in-law was accompanying Hangga to say kabul ijab, married Nata in a boarding school. While Jenah is busy in the kitchen preparing for the wedding needs of Hangga and Nata.

Smelling moving towards the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stared at the picture of his wedding. Just a month of marriage, even Hangga had never touched him, he had been pitted.

What Hanges does not know is that being fair to his wives is an obligation. What Hangga does not feel what he is doing right now is a form of tyranny.

What Hangga does not fear, later in the hereafter there will be a reward for an unjust husband against his wives. As the hadith of Rosulolloh narrated Abu Hurairah that a man (husband) has two wives, then he tends to one of them, but not to the other, so he came on the Day of Resurrection with half his body shaken.

Fragrant chest feels tight every day because it holds the bitter wound. How long will the Hanges behave like this? How long can he survive in such a complicated situation? What's he supposed to do?

Remembering this makes fragrant eyes feel hot. He tried hard to hold back the tears from spilling. He doesn't want to cry.

It was so good to look at the photo again. He remembered Hangga. Fragrant glance at the Al-Qur’an mushaf-shaped table on the dressing table. The time indicator points to the numbers 5 and 3, indicating five o'clock past fifteen minutes.

“Mas Hangga has woken up yet yes,” mumbled Harum who has not met Hangga since waking up. He recalled the incident a few days ago when Hangga woke up late and missed the obligation of dawn prayer.

It was fragrant to put the frame on the bed. She grabbed the headscarf on the head of the bed. All this time, Harum had never once opened his head even inside the house. Then he went out of the room.

“Bi, Mas Hangga 'do not go to the mosque?” tanya Harum when she met Bi Jenah in the kitchen.

“Aibi does not know Neng, have not seen Mas Hangga since waking up,” replied Bi Jenah who was cooking hot water.

“Oh, that's yes.” Fragrant mangut. Just like Jenah, she has not met Hanges. Usually there is always a moment to cross paths with her husband when he wants to go or go home from the mosque.

“Ya, Bi. Thanks yes.”

“Sama-sama, Neng.”

Then Harum went to the terrace to check the sandals. He saw Hangga's flip-flops neatly tucked away on a sandal rack. Hangga always wear these sandals to go to the mosque.

After making sure and believing that Hangga did not go to the mosque, he decided to wake her up. As a wife, she felt obligated to remind her husband of prayer times.

Arriving at the door of the room, he hesitated to knock on the door. His hand trembled slightly in fear that Hangga would get angry and reprimand him for daring to wake up his sleep.

Wake up instead of Hanges not praying. How thought.

Fragrant hands had already been raised to knock on the door, but instantly his hands and body became limp-free from hearing voices from inside the room.

The sound of sighs and moans that were mutually unpretentious made his entire body tremble and almost faint.

“Astagfieulloh ya Rabb,” he said hold the body so as not to be dazed.

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