SPARE WIFE

Episode 9

“It turns out not to be a dream,” said Rahma slowly while staring at a man who was still sleeping beside her.

Usually every morning Rahma woke up alone, but not today. Today and the days ahead may change. Rahma started to sit down while continuing to glance at Ibra. Still closing her eyes and snoring a little, Rahma giggled to herself looking at her. She enjoyed her new morning with a smile. It was like making a new friend.

Rahma took a slow step so as not to wake her husband. He quickly cleaned himself up and prepared to make breakfast for Ibra. When Rahma was about to get out of the room, Ibra was still asleep.

Strange, when they did not do any activities last night, the inner Rahma guessed what happened with Ibra until it closed her eyes.

Ibra never hesitated to ask permission to sleep with Rahma. Ibra lets Rahma linger in the bathroom to get ready. Rahma used that time to linger in the bathroom, she was nervous. And when Rahma came out, the sight of Ibra sleeping in her bed made her breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe tonight he's lucky.

Also last night, Rahma went down beside Ibra. At first Rahma patted Ibra's arm to let her know if she would sleep in front only, but Ibra forbade and gave place for Rahma to sleep next to her. Rahma complied, because she had to get used to it. And indeed after that Ibra closed his eyes again. Perhaps his overwhelming office work left Ibra exhausted, Rahma guessed, as she stared at Ibra's handsome face freely. The eyes were closed and Rahma had many opportunities to look at him without being nervous.

“Not exist?” sigh Rahma to yourself. The figure that had previously slept on the bed had already disappeared. Rahma was a little disappointed, her intention she was willing to gently awaken the man. Ah, fantasize on you Rahma.

“Sangkat Rahma.” Rahma walked back down. Waiting for breakfast with Ibra. He was sure Ibra was also getting ready to go to the office.

“Again, Amma.” Ibra comes in and looks fresh with wet hair.

Rahma. Handsome, inner Rahma praised. It's morning, greeted with such a smile, who doesn't pound.

“Pagi.” My husband, Rahma continued in her heart. “Oh yes, Bi Mirna permission to go to her sister's house. Say hello to you.” Ibra just nodded and did not forget the smile that since coming to the dining room was still clearly printed on her face.

“Iya, yesterday she also told me.” Ibra sat down to look at the breakfast that was available. There are cow's eye eggs, wheat bread, and honey. “I'm hungry.” Ibra took the wheat bread and the eggs of the cow's eyes. Then another sheet of wheat bread smeared with honey. Rahma just watched her husband's breakfast in silence.

“You why keep smiling?” search Rahma.

Slowly he pulled up a chair and sat down beside Ibra.

“Again happy. I don't usually sleep as long as last night.” Ibra chewed the bread with vigor. “You why don't you wake me up?” ibra lyrics, grumbling.

Did Ibra realize, that glance was influential for Rahma? Resist Rahma, again Rahma can only try to patiently resist temptation.

“You snored until it was so exciting, where could I wake you up. Tired of it like.”

Ibra nodded as she continued to enjoy breakfast. “Yes, yesterday there was a lot of work and there was a mistake from the branch that I had to wait for so as not to get more chaotic. You know, I didn't have lunch and dinner yesterday. Dingy. Your coffee is delicious. Pas,” praise Ibra.

Rahma smiled lightly. A beautiful morning for a wife. A simple but special compliment to Rahma. Part of his heart wanted this status for good. But Rahma must remember, Ibra belongs to someone else. He was just put in this house in order to give a child. Do not position yourself in the meaning of the real wife. His status was clear as a second wife.

Ibra stopped focusing on her breakfast. Now turn to look at Rahma with a smile. “May too, than eat out of the office or order. Bored too. I'll eat whatever you make, my wife.”

If Ibra knew Rahma's current pounding was very tight.

“Amma, about last night .. I'm sorry for going to bed first. We haven't had time.” Rahma is getting clumsy. Talking about last night's pending events is embarrassing. It was as if Ibra had expected him.

“Nothing, the important thing is that you take care of your health. Let your condition fit and not get tired quickly.” Rahma tried as leisurely as possible although strange to discuss the affairs ‘get tired’. Ah, wrong talk.

“Today you do not need to cook, later I buy food for you,” explained Ibra calmly while still smiling.

“Neither, many groceries, in the refrigerator. I'll cook for you. Are you overtime today?”

Ibra. “Will I try to go home fast.”

“Oke, I will make good food typical Rahma Raihana.”

“I'll be home fast,” firmly Ibra as if impatiently waiting for the afternoon. They smile at each other. Awkward to talk about anything else.

“I go first, be careful at home. Contact me if you have any problems.” Ibra has indeed exchanged mobile phones to facilitate communication. As Ibra stood up, Rahma stood up. They walked side by side towards the car that was ready in the yard. A moment of staring at each other threw a smile, as fast as lightning averted each other's eyes.

“Be careful,” says Rahma slowly. And no matter where the recklessness came from, Rahma tidied up Ibra's collar and suit. Rahma did the job of his wife like that. Ibra stared at Rahma's behavior without rejection. “You look like a real wife,” whispered Ibra.

I am your wife, Rahma grumbled in her heart. Then pinched Ibra's arm spontaneously. Ibra just giggled to herself. They like teasing each other.

Ibra rubbed Rahma's head and again, Rahma acted recklessly by taking Ibra's right hand. Rahma kissed the back of Ibra's hand, as if to explain that she was an obedient wife to her husband. What game are you playing, Rahma?

Ibra did not forbid Rahma to do so. Because in the depths of his heart, he wanted that normal scene to happen in his household life.

Rahma waved her hand as Ibra's car got further away. Rahma came into the house with a new feeling. His promise today, he will provide good service in the eyes of Ibra. Rahma giggles to herself thinking of the word ‘service’. Rahma's intention is to be a housewife who is responsible for the state of the house, including the affairs of cuisine and home hygiene.

Rahma must take advantage of the situation. Staying quiet and staying away from Ibra is not the answer, making friends will be more fun.

“You can, Rahma. Hold it until you get pregnant, then give birth and everything will go back to how it used to be. Back at the orphanage,” Rahma said, recalling the goal she could be in this place. Knowing Ibra is a bonus. Do not add to other flavors, even if it is difficult.