Should We Get Married?

Scolded First Time

The sound of the door opening made me wake up after falling asleep for a moment. Spontaneously I got up from the sofa and faced the door straight away, someone who opened the door was shocked to see me who was still awake.

Two o'clock in the morning, it's really night for home hours. Wherever it's this late. What's he working on?

"You haven't slept?" he asked, with a haggard face, probably very tired.

"Yes, I was deliberately waiting because ..." I spoke as I walked towards him, standing a few meters away from him, suddenly my nose smelled the smell I had smelled before. The smell that made my stomach suddenly nauseous, besides not liking the aroma as well as the memories of the smell, it felt like the entire stomach wanted to come out so I hurriedly ran to the bathroom.

Hueks. When I finished I washed my face. The cold water on my skin makes me feel fresh.

That smell, I'll never forget. The same scent when that criminal forcibly took away my honor. Because of that, it all got messed up. I became distant from my dream as a doctor.

The smell is alcohol. So, does Bagas drink liquor?

I immediately shook my head hard to expel the no-no thoughts. Where he might drink. Bagas was a righteous man. During this time he was famous as a good young man with all the stories of his kindness. Marrying me was also part of his kindness. That's what made me love it at the beginning of my first meeting.

Since high school he has always been active as the caretaker of the school mosque youth. Religious teachers in schools also often praise him. Although at that age we were teenagers and vulnerable with the name of the pink virus, but he could keep himself untouched at all. Though not a few beautiful students volunteered as her lover. But he was not tempted at all. He also invited me to commit to marriage after getting a job without going out. So it's impossible to feel drunk.

"Yes, are you okay?" the bathroom door was knocked.

"Oh yeah. It's nothing, man. I'm out for a second." I said from behind the bathroom door. After washing my face, I immediately went out of the bathroom.

"Why not sleep? Did something happen?"

"That's .. I want to talk. But can I ask you before?"

"What?" He looked lazy, probably tired all day outside the house.

"Mas Bagas drank alcohol?" I asked carefully, afraid to offend him.

"alcoholic? Why do you know?"

"So you're really drunk?" I can't believe a Bagas Arianto did it.

"Where do you know the smell of alcohol? You ...." He looked at me with a probing look.

"That criminal, he also drank it at the time of the incident."

"Criminals? Meanin?" he thought for a moment. "Oh, so you still remember the smell of the alcohol he drank. What else do you remember about him, huh? Do you remember the incident, still keeping memories with him? Really yes you!"

Suddenly Bagas spoke in a high tone. It surprised me, because it was the first time he had behaved like that.

"Let's answer!" he went back to snarling.

How could I have kept those bad memories. I remember the scent because there is still trauma that I cannot get rid of.

Now Bagas shook my body but not a word came out of this mouth even though I was uncomfortable with what he was doing.

"Sir .. mbak Ayu!" suddenly Bi Supi came out of her room. It seems he woke up to the screams of Bagas. "Sir, sir. Poor Mbak Ayu." BI Supi pulled my hand and put some distance with Bagas. "Sorry sir, I have permission to take Ms Ayu to the room." politely she took me back to the room, leading me who was still in shock to the bed. "Mister is okay? Her stomach hurts, doesn't it?"

A stomach? Yes, I feel uncomfortable with this stomach, either the effects of the shaking or because of my worsening mood. I've heard that pregnant people should be happy always because their mood affects the baby in the womb.

"Yes, it's a little painful." I said.

"Then lie down, Ayu must rest. Aunty help her foot massage so it's comfortable. Or is Ayu going to the hospital?"

"No need Bi, I just rest." Bi Supi helped me immediately lie down. Although it was early morning, I who had been sleepy now lost drowsiness. I am still imagined by the incident earlier, why mas Bagas can behave like that.

***

I don't know what time it is, but again I was awakened by a glimmer of sunlight that slipped in through the curtain that was slightly exposed. Realizing that the sun had risen I rushed to the bathroom for ablution and prayed.

After the prayer, I was still sitting on the prayer mat. Confused about whether to leave the room or not. Actually if not hungry I want to stay in the room because now it feels not ready to meet with Bagas mas. I'm afraid the early morning thing is repeating itself. He got angry and yelled at me. But a rumbling stomach forced me to rethink, it seemed like I had to vent myself.

Mas Bagas is now my husband. If there was a maslaha I shouldn't have run away. It should be discussed carefully even though he is emotional and there is a possibility that he will come back to yell.

Crick. The door to the room opened. For the trick of seconds my heart skipped a beat, afraid that it was Bagas. But apparently the one who entered was Bi Supi, he also brought with him a tray containing a glass of warm milk and a plate of fried rice with a mouth-watering aroma.

"Auntie, just make it up!" I moved to the bed.

"Mbak Ayu was surprised huh? must have thought that I was Mr Bagas?" guess bi Supi.

"Law. But where's Bagas anyway?"

"There's at the dinner table, having breakfast. Mr. Bagas said, after breakfast would take Mbak Ayu out."

"Where?"

"I don't know, ma'am. Father did not tell. Just the message."

"Well, where are you? But ... what about the face of Bagas. I mean, do you still look angry?"

"Well if that doesn't know either, ma'am. His facial expression was the same as usual. Cold, not much talking. Even I was offered something just to respond to soberly. That's why I'm confused too, mbak."

"Dude!" I was nervous, afraid he was still angry.