She's My Husband!!!

Gossip

Time is moving on, sometimes it feels like it is moving forward. No matter what our circumstances, be sad or happy time never stops waiting.

One month has passed, time seems to be a silent witness to a series of stories sprinkled with spices of love, the bitterness of separation and longing that somehow ended.

Davina Arista, the beautiful veiled woman was sitting dumbstruck in the living room. His eyes were faithfully staring at the TV screen in front of him. But make no mistake, his attention did not focus there. His mind and heart were floating in no direction.

The sound of the bell managed to distract him from the screen, he glanced at the wall clock which just showed at three in the afternoon. Who comes to visit this afternoon? How thought. Soon he rose to the door to see who was coming.

"Sister-in-law told me to come here. Afraid of sister why-why." the guest pleasantries as if understanding the confusion of the host.

Davina frowned, she's fine.

"Owh, I thought there was something. No wind no rain, your tumbens here, Di."

"Hehe, subconsciously it seems like I'm missing too. Yes, although it sounds a little strange." joked Diandra Davina's sister.

They are rarely together, that makes them do not get along like others with his brother.

"It's weird, it might just happen to us." Davina chuckles. Although it looks not familiar with the sister, but Davina really loves Diandra. It's just that he never said it directly, and vice versa.

"You're lonely here by yourself, why don't you go home?" ask Diandra.

Davina shakes. "Let's stay here, if I go to Mama's house, the apartment's dirty. I don't know when Harris's coming home."

Diandra's eyes narrowed, "Call because there's a trace of Harris' sister-in-law right?"

"Or you, Di." said Davina, then she invited her sister to come in.

"Surely, Diandra is that."

***

"What do you want to eat, Di?" ask Davina to her sister.

"Eat whatever you can" he answered.

"Yaudah let's help me cook."

Be Davina and Diandra are now struggling with cooking ingredients. Working together to make a fuss in the kitchen after watching Drakor on mobile.

Before long the dishes they made were finished, ready to be enjoyed. Davina chose seblak, because it was her sister's favorite food. With his sister, he thought.

"Don't you really eat seblak? Fear of the baby why-why" said Diandra was-was afraid, fearing later he would be blamed if Davina and the baby happened something.

"No papa why don't be too spicy, I just google it." replied Davina.

Diandra nods his head when he has proven himself by opening google, one of the trusted blogs. He really didn't want anything to happen to his brother and nephew.

"Sister Dav, it's cool now. Can cook, take care of the house of all macems. Anyway now thumbs up, deh." said Diandra while displaying one right thumb.

"Hm, all because of responsibility. Actually, if you think about it good before getting married. You know, I go home a lot at night, wandering around, Di. Just for the pleasure of the young. Enter the kitchen is rare, except take a drink. Back again the same responsibility because the sister is married" said Davina.

"Kalo getting married can change brother, why not from the first time yes Mamah same Papah your soul mate." said Diandra who immediately glared at Davina.

"What the hell are you, Di."

"Truly dong, let alone marriage a thing awaited a woman where they will get the prince as she wishes. Like a sister, get an ustadz." said Diandra.

Davina just smiled in response.

"Owh, yeah. How's the house?" ask Davina.

"As usual, since the married sister's house became quiet, because Papah now often go out of town. Mamah, who often complained, was left alone because I was in college. Bang Bimo himself rarely at home, several times I saw him meet the same girl who does not know who." said Diandra.

"Rani, you mean?" ask Davina.

Diandra. "No, the girl is not hijab. But it looks pretty, anyway."

"Owh, maybe it's Bimo."

"On Papah, don't you try to say rest first. Poor Mamah, she also needs a husband next to her right?"

"I've talked, too, but I want to do it again. Who wants to take Papah's business, that's what he said."

"They're hunting you marry, Di. Later your husband nerusin Papah business." said Davina.

"Gga papa, itung-itung kawah muda. I'll ask Harris, who knows who has a best friend to know."

"Kalo ustadz, you can talk about it well" said Diandra chuckled.

"Your mother,"

***

This morning as usual Davina was ready to go to college. Not as usual, some days Davina seems not excited because there is no Harris beside her.

Her husband was taking care of work, which required her to stay there. And since this was the first time Davina had lived away from her husband, it made her miss Harris so much by her side.

Not to forget the status of marriage and pregnancy that is still in hiding from the public except only close friends and family who know. During that time Davina also tried to hide her distended stomach while on campus.

Like this time he chose to use a loose robe combined with a cardigan and his black pashmina hijab.

Davina walked towards her class, she was frowning looking for the whereabouts of her friend Rani. But no, the child does not exist. It might be true, Rani is still sick like yesterday. Since Faras' move, only Rani became his conversation partner.

In the hallway corridor many students who stood while whispering staring at the arrival of Davina, staring from top to bottom and focused on the abdomen that did look distended. Feeling constantly noticed like that, Davina swiftly covered her stomach with the cardigan used.

Some of them Davina knows, her classmates. Davina was indifferent to their words, she did not care. But if constantly treated like that who is not upset. Davina wanted to cry.

He also arrived in class. Davina threw her body to sit on the empty bench next door, it was Rani's bench.

The classroom atmosphere was quite crowded, he could hear his friends whispering behind him. Davina's vegetables are still hearing their scorn.

"Pantesan, lately often wear big-duty clothes" said someone not far from where Davina sat.

"Aja alim's appearance, it turns out just to make a cover-up." the voices were clearly heard in Davina's ears.

"The handsome seduced anyway, where the ustadz again. It's gonna be the unraveling of the rot, isn't it?"

"Where there is a windfall of sin, immediately brush dong. It's been conceded." They laughed again, louder.

Davina's ears heated up hearing everything, she could only remain silent with her hands clenched to hold back her anger.

"Dav!" someone in the back called out to him. A beautiful short blonde woman called out to him.

"Where, how good can it not do me sin' the same who understands religion?" ask the woman.

Davina's eyes were round, how could she ask such a thing.

"It may not feel good dong, just look so pregnant." said another.

"Kok diem anyway, Dav? Show me how you fuck ustadz Harris. You're putting up cheap fares?"

For God's sake Davina's eyes are heating up. It seemed like those tears would soon drip upon hearing some questions from them.

Davina swore she wasn't the woman they accused. Selling honor for material things? Never, Davina admitted she used to go to nightclubs. But she's not like the women who were there. Wanting to explain it also feels useless, because they laugh while ridiculing.

"Abis caught pregnant instantly married huh?" the taunting of women.

"I don't think anyway, what alim thought uh turned out to be the opposite. Fans are disappointed,,,"

Already, it's,

Enough!!!

Davina can't take that anymore. It was no longer strong he held back the tears that had previously broken down wanting to come out. He got up from his seat, grabbed his bag and left.

"Hey, why leave? We're not done yet." They're still heard.

She is not a woman as they are accused of.

Her tears are sliding. His heart was broken instantly. The secret that was kept tight, had to be revealed in a way that even Davina could never have imagined. It feels so stifling.

People who are considered friends, in fact, can turn into monsters that destroy him. Stupid with his class later, he doesn't care.

Davina did not deny if the problems that arise is also because she kept the marriage secret between herself and Harris. Davina was aware, aware of that. But this was not the end he had hoped for.

***