One Big Dipper Two Love

Chapter 5

After traveling for about two hours a journey full of silence and silence, they finally arrived at the residence of Hangga.

Errata, the house given by her parents.

A minimalist two-story house in the elite housing of Tangerang city which has been occupied by the 26-year-old man for two years.

“You want the room above or the room below?” hagga with cold.

“Terserah Mas Hangga only. I just massage,” replied Harum.

“Then, I choose the room above.”

Hangga immediately went up to the second floor while checking the phone in her hand. Then he halted his steps when he realized Harum was following him behind.

“Where are you going?” The question of Hangga suddenly stopped Harum's steps.

“I choose the room above, so you use the room below,” said Hangga later.

“Means Mas Hangga, how?” Harum really did not understand the meaning of her husband.

Hangga clucked at Harum.

“Do you not understand yet? I never wanted this wedding. I never wanted you to be my wife. My mother is the reason I married you. I cannot refuse my mother's request. Please don't trouble me. We don't have to act like a real married couple. Please occupy that room, I will occupy the room above.” After saying a long sentence that must have been painful for Harum, Hangga passed without regard to how the woman who had become his wife reacted.

Harum was stunned to hear the confession of Hangga. His heart throbbed pain. There is nothing more painful for a wife than the statement that the husband does not love her and does not want her.

When the name was wrong in the kabul Ijab, he realized that the Hanges never wanted it. The name of the woman called Hanges in the kabul ijab must be the woman that Hanges wants.

It was fragrant to swallow saliva full of guilt. His eyes felt hot as he stared at the steps of Hangga who continued to climb the stairs. His heart ached and sore knowing the fact that Hangga did not want him.

A speck of clear grain fell without being held back. Fragrant scorching it. Ensuring that the trail of the clear grain is gone is not impregnated.

*

Two weeks ago, Harum had his wedding. The rejection of Hanges against him, did not necessarily make Harum slumped and fell.

The girl berparas ayu was used to being abused by nelangsa at every level of her life. Lost both parents when he was seven, lost his grandfather when he was a teenager, and lastly, lost his grandmother as the only remaining member of the family.

All those tests of life become immune to the power of the fragrant heart. Makes her a strong and not a crybaby girl.

Although Hangga never considered her existence, Harum still tried to carry out her role as a wife.

It was nice to cook every day even though not once did the Hanges eat it. Let alone enjoy the fragrant cuisine, touching even glancing was not.

Every day he tried to take the dirty clothes of Hangga, even though what was obtained was the rejection and nagging of Hangga. Her husband chose to take her dirty clothes to the laundry.

This morning, Fragrant saw the dirty clothes of Hangga quite a lot in the laundry basket. Maybe Hangga is too busy, so he has not had time to bring it to his laundry subscription. So thought Harum.

Harum took the initiative to take the dirty clothes and intended to wash them. He was about to put dirty clothes in the washing machine, when the heavy hand of the Hanges pulled his hand rough.

“I told you, never take care of my business! I can eat outside. I can wash my clothes in the laundry. I can do it myself without your help. And the important thing is that I do not want to owe you,” said Hangga upset while blocking Harum's right wrist firmly.

Despite feeling pain due to the grip of Hangga's hand that was too strong, Harum refrained from grimacing, complaining, let alone crying.

“It's not about debt, Mas. It's about my duty as a wife. Mas Hangga may not do Mas duty as husband, but please do not hinder me to do my duty as a wife,” said Harum.

“I don't want you to do anything for me. And I won't do anything for you!” firmly Hangga with cold eyes. He was very upset because Harum seemed to not heed his reprimand even though he repeatedly said not to take care of himself.

“But we're husband and wife, Mas. All good things done in marriage are worship, the reward is reward. Marriage is worship. Do not hinder me to worship,” said Harum firmly anyway.

After two weeks of constant silence, this time he decided to answer the nagging of Hangga. Perhaps Hangga needs to be reminded that treating his wife well is an obligation. Even his commandments come down directly from Allah and are embodied in the Qur’an.

Hangga was stunned at Harum's speech. Everything Harum says is true.

“Let me do my duty as a wife. And I will not demand that Mas Hangga do Mas duty as husband,” Harum said again.

“How can I do my duty as a husband, while I never love you.”

Hanga certainly knows about the obligations and rights of husband or wife in marriage. Far away in the corner of his heart, he actually felt sinful because he treated his wife badly.

But what can he do if in fact he does not want Harum as his wife. It would be very sinful if he treated Harum like a wife if his brain, heart, mind, even fantasy was for another woman he loved so much.

“I know Mas don't love me.” Harum paused his speech for a moment, staring at that cheeked handsome face. “But, marrying a loved one is just hope. While loving the married person is an obligation, Mas. Mas Hangga should know that.”

Hangga was again stunned by Harum's words. The words that Harum spoke really struck his heart.

The hope of Hangga is to be able to marry Nata, but what happens is even one of the employees of the mother who became his wife.

He took a slow breath, then exhaled slowly

“Yes already, if you don't mind, please wash my clothes,” said Hangga finally.

Smiling with joy. “By pleasure, Mas.”

Hangga looked at Harum for a moment then passed leaving him. While Harum eagerly began to do the activity of washing it. Brush the dirty parts on the shirt and put them in the washing machine. For a white shirt, he washes it by hand.

The washing machine has been tuned to washing mode. White shirt finished brushed and soaked. Harum went to the kitchen, to wash the cooking utensils that had not been washed after making fried rice at dawn.

When he went to the kitchen, he saw that Hangga was sitting daydreaming at the dining table.

“Mas Hangga want breakfast?” tasteless.

The Hanges jolted from his daydream. He stared at Harum. His gaze was not as cold as usual.

“Mas Hangga want breakfast?” It was fragrant to repeat the question because Hangga did not seem to hear what he had just said.

“Bby,” replied Hangga without hesitation. Smiling brightly got an answer from Hangga.

“What do you make breakfast?” ask Hanges.

“Emm, I made fried rice. Want to?” Hanges replied with a nod of his head.

With a carefree heart, Harum immediately prepared breakfast for her husband. Washing clothes and preparing breakfast for her husband alone has made her very happy. The attitude of Hangga who is not as cold as usual makes Harum very grateful.

Hangga fell silent after feeding her first spoon. His mouth chewed slowly on the fried rice as if it was permeating the taste.

“Where, Mas, the fried rice is good?” Harum ventured to ask.

“Enak, even very good,” praise Hangga.

The compliment is only said in the heart.

Honestly, the fragrant homemade fried rice was the most delicious he had ever eaten. However, the still prestigious Hangga chose to answer with a nod.

Afterwards, Hangga continued eating it voraciously. So greedy, a plate of fried rice was toilet in just a few minutes.

Smiling happy. Seeing how to eat Hangga, she was sure that her husband liked her fried rice.

It's possible that love blossomed from a plate of fried rice, isn't it?

For love does not come from the eyes and then down to the heart.

Love can start from the stomach and then go to the heart.