Rasidha Bidadari Clear-eyed

Chapter 37 - Clear vegetables

It has been a week since the conflict occurred, where he saw his future wife already belongs to someone else. His heart was so shaken by the problem of Rasidha's forced marriage, but marriage was legal in the eyes of religion and law. What is the fate that has become pure, lonely friends and also a sense of disappointment so deep that it reaches the heart in the deepest. 

Ever since he was in the hospital he started to disappear like dust, no one knew his fate after the breakup that hurt him so much. This is the reason loving a man would make him neglect his duty to be in the world, only able to lie in a narrow bed with no one by his side. 

The news of losing Rasidha who moved places, also helped eliminate the news of Ustadz Afif without knowing his relatives who always sought his existence. 

Now, men dressed in cocoa clothes and pants are lying weakly on the bed, the body is getting thinner with a straight forward view like lifeless. The thinner the hope for life, and he even gave up the life that made him unworthy of being called ustadz, a call he was so proud of. But, right now he was no longer paying attention to all that. There was only Rasidha's name so bitterly while he was still looming over the parting. 

"Rasidha, I'm sorry I can't forget you." He was still shedding tears, the body that was getting thinner and pale was washed up in the far reaches of the village in a hut far from the settlement. 

The sound of lightning striking, with a fierce flash, the rain of storms that come down makes the heart more bitter. A couple who saw a hut in the forest smiled and took shelter there. There are no signs of life, on the outside that is filled with grass and also spiders that make nests on the roof. 

"We stay here, Mom." 

"Yes sir, it's still raining outside anyway. But what is this place, sir?" ask the middle-aged woman who saw a hut that was still sturdy despite the rainstorm. 

"This hut's been here a long time, but you don't know that the hut's been fixed."

"Does anyone live here?" 

"Mother doesn't know either, but sees the cobwebs as if these huts are uninhabited." Bright middle-aged man who tried to knock on the door after saying his regards. "Assalamu'alaikum, is there anyone inside? We hitchhiked to shelter." He screeched while banging on the door, hoping that there would be residents in the hut. 

"Father don't be weird, where are the residents in this hut?"

"Maybe there's a ma'am, this hut used to be reot eaten of age. But this hut is standing strong, which means someone's fixing it." The middle-aged man who was even interpreted another by his wife.

The middle-aged woman instantly trembled while holding the nape of her neck, she goosebumps and thought of a supernatural being based on the stories of the villagers in the forest. "Maybe repaired memedia sir, it is said in the forest prone to smooth inhabitants. Let alone this heavy rain, it could have been a demon." 

"Hus, so don't always watch horror movies. Istighfar Bu, don't believe the world of cinema."

"Yee..Father was told instead ngeyel." 

The debate of the two people came to a halt when they heard the sound of broken glass from inside the hut, they gasped in shock and almost the middle-aged woman blurred. The husband immediately held his wife's hand so as not to act stupid, let alone the weather that was still raining heavily. 

Afif saw the broken glass on the rough floor, he was thirsty and eager to drink. Trying to get up, but his body felt so weak that he fell down. His hearing was still good, hearing the noise outside his hut, before long seeing a couple trying to help him who was so apprehensive. 

For a week Rasidha had not heard from his family, he was caged like a bird that always obeyed orders and was considered a comedian when the owner tied up in marriage. He contemplated looking out the window, looking at the atmosphere around with a stretch of green overgrown with unkempt flowers. "My fate and the flowers are almost the same, the only difference is the grooves." He muttered as he moved from sitting, about to leave the room and return to his duties as a servant. 

"What do you get by relaxing, huh?" said someone who surprised Rasidha.

"I rested for a while after washing all of Master's clothes." Rasidha replied casually. 

"Hem." Rasidha who cleared his throat, was fed up with hearing every insult and insult received. 

"Oh yeah, before you go, massage my shoulders first!" felix's orders were immediately lying on the sofa while pointing at his achy shoulders due to a day of work in the office.

Rasidha went straight to her husband and massaged his shoulders, indeed the marriage was only a compulsion for her, but Felix was still her husband. 

"You'd better take a massage class." 

"Why?" 

"Because your massage doesn't taste good at all."

"Then go to the services of a professional masseuse."

"Are you mocking me?" 

"No, I say it according to the facts." 

"Ck, stop! Go there, you just ruin my mood." Get rid of Felix who is sitting down. 

"Okay, with pleasure." Reply Rasidha who left, she is still awkward if she continues to massage her husband's shoulders. Even a day to twice he massaged Felix's shoulder, but to any extent his efforts were always demeaning and never appreciated. 

"Hi you! Come back and finish your job!" said Felix who raised his intonation, a little sorry because of the pain in the shoulder that needs a massage his little wife. He did not want to admit how the wiggly finger made him feel at ease, not even realizing he had fallen asleep.

"I'd better cook!" Rasidha walked into the kitchen, because he had not eaten anything. An empty stomach makes him want to eat clear vegetables. The food he missed the most and became his favorite when he was in the boarding house. Opening the refrigerator and seeing the complete materials available, made her smile happily, because during her stay there after moving in the old place followed where her husband was on duty. 

"Alhamdulillah, I can make a clear vegetable." Rasidha took the ingredients and started cooking a very simple dish.

A tasteful scent, Rasidha moved the clear vegetable into a glass bowl and walked to the toilet at the urging of nature. 

Coming out of the toilet, Rasidha saw a man eating a clear vegetable. "That's mine," she said disappointedly.

"What's? I thought you prepared it for me" said Felix lightly, who spent it without guilt. 

"Don't you hate village cuisine?" 

"That's because my stomach is hungry" said Felix who got up from that place and went in a full stomach. 

"I'll cook it again" the monologue Rasidha returned to cooking.