
*Home of Mas Qiyas
Counting five steps from the outside to the living room, I immediately stunned my legs to step, I looked at this vast house, which was, everything began to lure into my two eyes to continue to highlight all the luxury items around me at this time, with a sense of fatigue that had tied my body, also heard my breath that was still panting, and my breath was still breathing, pulling my indifferent soul to ignore this tired, while occasionally I wipe the sweat that had been pouring soaked in the skin that coated my temple bones, suddenly I heard the Qiyas who began to open his voice before me.
"This is your room, which is there my room, ow ya tomorrow you don't go anywhere, because bi lijah already want to come here tomorrow"
"Who's the lijah?" ask me with a confused look.
"Household assistant!" it's very flat.
"We're just here to live together, why should we use a housekeeper anyway? I can take care of everything"
"No, no, no, I don't want to owe you a favor" hearing that remark felt like my eyes instantly became squinty , even my brain with the weight of this mediocre IQ began to give up on responding to this genius man's attitude.
"What's the debt? that is my duty as a wife"
"You're so hard to understand, if I say so? nih, I emphasize once again, my dirty clothes, my dirty dishes, eat and drink I'm all let the grease handle, if you're up to it"
"Whatever do you mean?" this time around, Qiyas really seemed emotional about my question just now.
"IQ how much are you? I said you don't understand it at all"
"Emang must be well? what's your opponent's above-average IQ?"
"You dare yell at me?" now his gaze began to look cynical again, he then walked a step closer to me, but as soon as possible I turned my gaze to not see his very scary gaze.
"Sorry! I'm just too tired" I said with great worry.
"Tired? what do you work for? the one who deserves to talk tired, I shouldn't be you, this is what you want! marry me, let your life be happy?"
"You think it's easy being me? do you think it's easy to get in and join your family? you don't know what I feel!" at my words, he fell silent and looked at me with his face full of question marks, immediately I walked into the room while locking the door I wanted to express all this annoyance with harsh words that could hurt his ears, but again it was just a very impossible wishful thinking for me to do. Suddenly from the outside came his footsteps that walked closer to my room, right in front of the door his footsteps began to stop, immediately he made a sound from the outside.
"I live not to understand your feelings, nor vice versa, so never assume that you are the only victim of this marriage"
If he considers this marriage is just a game, maybe his starting line has been created since he pledged kabul in front of the abi at that time, maybe he considered just words that have absolutely no benefit, even I was very curious what the finish line will be, but whether it crossed his mind if the promise he said was, he said, god does not consider it a game.
Falling in love is like a cuisine, there is nothing wrong with the recipe, as well as the basic ingredients, maybe the way of processing is not right, because to create the desired taste, because, it takes incredible patience and perseverance.
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Shortly before Maghrib, I took the time to tidy up some parts of the closet in the guest room, do not forget to display two frames of my wedding photo with mas Qiyas, I did not forget to display two pieces of my wedding picture, although it is always touted as a formality object, but to me the photo is the most valuable thing that I have today.
"Allahu akbar! allah akbar!" the voice of adzan maghrib
"Assynnya!" several times I said greetings in front of the door of the tightly locked room of Qiyas, but there was no response from him, he seemed to answer my greetings, though clearly I heard the sound of his footing in there several times.
"Tokay! poke! tock!" I knocked again on the door of his room until he was very uncomfortable and began to be surprised to open the door, it was true that a moment later he then opened the door of his room.
"What the hell is that? if I don't open the door, I'm busy in the room!" again, her eyes always scared me.
"hey! this is the last warning, right? tomorrow-tomorrow I don't want to hear you noisy in front of my room anymore"
"It's time to pray maghrib now!"
"Yes on?"
"Look we pray together" concluded my very innocent.
"Huuf! the rule is now, you pray in your room, I pray in the room I understand?"
"But the congregational prayer was more reward" he immediately cut my speech, but still my spirit explained about the benefits of congregational prayer.
"Huustt! you don't need to teach me about religion! if I need to, I can call ustadz to teach me, not you!" it felt that right now, stepping out from before him was the most powerful trick before he got up.
Do not want to bother and owe me mending he took out his rupiah to order online two boxes of fried rice that I am currently eating alone at the dining table while occasionally pensive away somehow the one I was daydreaming about, while the mas qiyas were more comfortable enjoying the food in front of the television
"Don't like fried rice? at the time of the village people did not like fried rice" he said as he walked to the sink and washed the dirty dishes.
"Huuftt! why the hell, are you making everything feel foreign?"
"Battle! a stranger?"
"Wouldn't our marriages be closer to each other? why do you make everything look like.." I'm running out of words to blow all my junk.
"why? no like? well, if you don't like us staying divorced, easy, right?" without waiting for my voice he rushed to his room, if you will, to be honest I want to bite next to his earlobe but I have no power to draw a voice with the Qiyas mas, I do not have the ability to make a sound with him, it must be that simple if he raises the word divorce.
"haaouw! my God, why is my heart hurting so much!" I muttered as I continued to wipe away my unceasing tears to drip.
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