Starting From Grey

The Light That Ever Dipped

Mutia was currently sitting pensively on the edge of her sleeping bed, she was currently waiting for a man who had taken over the position of the father who became number one.

What to expect from this sudden wedding, he only gave his family time to prepare for the event for four days. So make no mistake, this reality of life is not easy to make a great marriage in a relatively short time. And Mutia realized that, from the beginning Mutia did not really like the crowd and grandeur so she planned this strange request for a long time.

The wedding ceremony was simple, kabul ijab was done in a residential mosque, and continued with ursy walimatul at the Mutia family residence.

Mutia's memory when she heard the voice of a man who took over the responsibilities of the father, until without feeling his tears flowed without being able to prevent him.

And he seemed to have not been made aware of his long daydream, when after doing some procession, including signing a marriage license and then handing over the dowry. Then they returned home, there was no kissing the hand of husband and wife or the other, because according to Mutia it was sacred to be done in a closed and private place.

After arriving at the walimah place and some procession events such as kutbah walimah and such, continued the meal. The invitation was only family and also some close neighbors.

Still remember in his memory how a Dilan smiled perfectly after saying the bride's prayer towards her husband. Even Bagas glanced at him with a meaningful smile and also a witty twinkle.

"Assalamualaikum," greeting from a voice she was very familiar with, and was currently her husband.

Mutia looked up, she could see that smile. A beautiful smile to the eyes that show a happy twinkle. The smile that he used to idolize because of his hospitality. "Waalaikumsalam Warohmatullahi Westarrokatuh."

Mutia moved from her seat, she looked awkward. He was confused about to get closer but his legs were getting heavier, but if silent would be until when they would just shut up without moving.

Mutia gulped her saliva with difficulty, she took a breath while looking down, she still normalized her heartbeat as well as the sense of happiness that was greeting her. He really feels ridiculous right now.

"Why are you looking down?" Mutia immediately looked up, and she was faced with the chest of the field that was in front of her. He wondered when the man approached?

Mutia started to remember something, she had been in this situation a few months ago. She looked up and her eyes were straight in line with the pitch-black eyes of a man who was her husband a few hours ago. He swallowed nervously. What was more when he saw that smile imprinted on the man's lips, he reflexively retreated. And fateful happened he even fell down with a sitting position on his bed.

The man he was then, he circulated his gaze and stepped up to take a seat near the table. Mutia did not take her eyes off the authoritative figure at all. She was like getting endless surprises.

"Should we repeat it?" Mutia looked at her husband sitting in front of her.

The man stretched out his hand, he waited for Mutia to greet him. Mutia awkwardly welcomed the sturdy hand and then kissed the back of her husband's hand in her heart she muttered a prayer of devotion to her husband. Not much different from the man he rubbed the tops of his wife's head and said a prayer of kindness.

Without feeling, a circle of tears melted on Mutia's cheek, and the husband gently removed it, then brought his lips closer to the wife's forehead.

"Didn't I promise to hold you in my arms even if I couldn't," said the man, cupping Mutia's cheeks, and Mutia smiled in sobs.

Then the two human children hugged each other and protected each other. They both realize one thing that love is real and happy. And love will come to the heart and the right time. And some have thought that if their love journey seems so simple colored with black, white is also decorated with an uncertain color that is gray.

"The bride's prayer first." Mutia nodded in understanding, they broke down the embrace then looked at each other. Mutia knows that prayer is the most powerful weapon possessed by every human being.

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My happiness is to see you as the last person when your eyes will be closed. And seeing you for the first time when your eyes are open. And my happiness I can not express with words only I can say with words, Alhamdulillah.

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The morning air is getting cold and the voice of the Adhan is unpretentious to call every person who is still struggling with his subconscious world. Mutia squirms uncomfortably in her sleep, Mutia feels something strange coming her way. Mutia slowly opened her eyes and adjusted to the light in her room. Mutia's eyes looked at the clock on the wall. Ah, looks like he's bad luck.

Mutia sat down and felt that there was something on her stomach, she immediately turned to the left side of her bed. Mutia closed her mouth which was almost screaming. Remind Mutia that she was married yesterday. Mutia smiled with a hint of guilt then she looked at her husband's deep face and moved the hand that was on her lap.

Ah, husband. It felt so strange on Mutia's lips but she still muttered with a small smile. Then the view of Mutia fell on the bed where the dirty clothes in the corner.

A warm feeling flowed down her cheeks, she felt very embarrassed considering what had happened last night. She covered her face a few times then she smiled to herself. True what was done with the halal lebel was amazing, Mutia felt it herself.

Slowly Mutia shuffled her way down the bed, she confirmed her hair and then she stood up with her sandals. Mutia moved towards the towel then she stepped into the bathroom to clean herself up the preparation for the morning prayers.

A few minutes passed, Mutia came out of the bathroom in a fresh state, she used a toska-colored abaya, she approached the husband who was still asleep in the caress of the lure of the dream. Gathering the courage she had, Mutia approached her husband who was still under the cover of a blanket.

Mutia was sitting on the side of the bed, she was confused as to what kind of wake-up, she was inexperienced. Mutia patted the husband's shoulder slowly.

She was confused what to call her husband? This was indeed a very confusing atmosphere for Mutia. He just patted her shoulder continuously, because he was tired he took the initiative to open the window curtains so that the lights illuminate from outside highlighting his room he will also move to turn on the lights to make it easier to wake up the husband if the light is bright.

Mutia would still move from her seat and realize her intentions, but all that failed because suddenly her body slammed into the bed with the position of her back and half of her body overstretched by her husband's body.

Mutia gulped her saliva in distress she felt nervous and felt uneasy. This is really a new thing for him.

"Good morning, wife," said the man who was now opening his eyes perfectly, a smile was created on the lips of the man who had just benched from his subconscious.

"Assalamualaikum," greeted Mutia with a squeaking voice. Makes the man chuckle.

"Waalaikumsalam, wife," said the man, chuckling again. He was well aware of the wife's attitude, he also felt it but he tried to ignore it, because in thinking that all awkward who would melt it?

"Good morning too, Husband," Mutia replied timidly, it could be seen from the red tinge on her white cheeks.

"It seems like soon iqomah.'' The man immediately rushed to kiss the wife's forehead then ran towards the bathroom not forgetting to grab the towel on the bed.

Mutia was pensive for a moment then she smiled she felt full of what happened just a moment ago. Then Mutia took the clothes on the hanger to prepare in bed. It was the dress that her husband used during the bridal prayer. Recalling that Mutia smiled shyly.

"Thank you for being prepared," said the fresh-looking man, Mutia smiled and shook her hands as she hurriedly ran to the mosque.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumsalam Warohmatullahi Westarrokatuh." Mutia stepped shut the door of the room then prepared herself for the morning prayers.

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Mutia sat on the bed leaning back, her lips moving softly throwing out some verses of the Quran while her eyes were closed.

"Assalamualaikum," whispered a voice from her right side, making Mutia jump in shock and instantly open her eyes.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Mutia sambir whizzing to the left giving a comfortable sitting room for the husband.

"Continue." Mutia shook her head while closing her Quran.

"Why?"

"There's something I want to ask you," Mutia's great-grandson made her husband smile.

"I can see the look on your face." Mutia gave her Quran to keep on the nightstand.

"What do you want to know?" the man's hand pulled Mutia to lean, and made himself lean and raise his leg as well.

"Bi, emmm I mean Mas." Mutia was uncomfortable with her calling, usually she felt comfortable with calling names without frills, but I don't know since it was legal to be his wife Mutia felt confused to mention the name of the husband.

"You can call me as you please" Abi said casually, making Mutia grimace.

"Mas" call Mutia.

"Yes," Abi replied as he put his hand on the wife's waist, making a red hue instantly radiate to Mutia's cheek.

"Mas," called Mutia again, she seemed to want to eliminate any nervousness on her.

"Yes," Abi replied quietly, he lived every word that came out of the lips of his wife.

"Mas."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Mas."

"Will it continue like this?" abi asked in a seductive tone, Mutia covered her face with a small laugh.

"What do you want to know?" abi asked as he observed the wife's every move.

"Everything," Mutia replied as she looked up.

"See I will answer." Mutia nodded in disapproval.

"Why?"

"I want Mas to tell the story," Mutia said unconsciously already let out a spoiled tone. Abi smiled knowing it. He knew this meant his wife was comfortable being around him.

"I was confused where to start," Abi said in a stern tone but there was gentleness in it.

"Me too" replied Mutia timidly. Mutia admitted that she really changed at this time, I don't know her childish nature suddenly appeared by itself.

"How about from, who's Anandi?" Abi frowned then he nodded.

"Why with Anandi?" abi asked, Mutia looked up at the husband's face. He was cradling should he ask frontally or implicitly.

Mutia sighed, then turned her gaze in all directions. "He can touch you as he pleases."

Abi touched his wife's chin to be brought towards him, Mutia blinked a few times. "He used to be one of the priorities I had after Mother."

Mutia kept looking at Abi's eyes, she blinked a few times then her eyes fell on her husband's thin lips. Then she let go of Abi's touch and threw away her face, she was disappointed with the husband's answer.

"You may ask whatever is on your mind. But don't look away like that." Mutia was still silent, Mutia took a breath then she confirmed her hijab.

"I'll make breakfast" said Mutia to get up from her seat, but was restrained by Abi.

"We haven't finished talking yet" said Abi bringing Mutia into his support. Mutia did not rebel she just kept quiet.

"Anandi is my twin sister, she was taken care of by Aunt Bagas since childhood for a reason. I even found out after graduating high school." Mutia stared without a blink at Abi's expressionless face. Mutia stretched out her hand trembling to touch Abi's jaw, as the shaking of the hand seemed to travel such a long distance, as she impatiently carried Mutia's hand to her lips and then gave small kisses.

"What do you want to know again?" abi asked with a smile and gave a small kiss in Mutia's hand.

"Geli Mas," Mutia sulked as she chuckled. Abi smiled back.

"It feels like a dream," said Abi staring at Mutia's face intensely.

"Dreams?" mutia asked innocently, I don't know where Mutia left her intelligent brain, since getting married less than twenty-four hours ago she's been slow to digest speech.

"Yes, being with you is like a dream," Abi said making a red tinge adorning Mutia's cheeks and a timid smile rose without being prevented.

"It took a long struggle, ten years. You can imagine the length of time," said Abi gently with her hands hiding Mutia's haircut that looks behind the hijab.

"I'm too easy to get, aren't I?" mutia asked with a gloomy face. Abi raised one eyebrow, then sighed. Ah, his wife was not as mature as he saw because since a few hours ago his wife had sulked a lot of times. But it was not an obstacle for Abi, he was not disappointed but he was happy to see the other side of the nature of a Mutia.

"It took me ten years, you say you're too easy to get? If you're easy maybe now we've got some kids." Abi said casually, making Mutia glare.

"Why?" abi asked, looking at the wife's glaring expression, then he realized she was embarrassed, seeing her hiding.

"You know, all this time I've been holding everything back. You know to get close to you it took me a long time. Because I'm afraid you hate me for what I did before" Abi said, holding his wife.

"Why should I hate?" mutia asked while tightening her embrace. Whether to go where the shame was, she had already boldly embraced the husband.

"You remember the day I first touched you, it was the greatest sin I regretted so much. I'm really sorry, I rebuked myself for not being able to hold back the sense of it getting deeper. And that's why I'd rather stay away from you." Abi said softly. Mutia looked up at Abi's regretful facial expression.

"What I did was Mutia's sin, I shouldn't have done it. You know, instead of coming into contact with anything other than makhrom, it's better to be pierced with iron from embers. But did I touch you, since then only one of my fears, hot iron and hatred of you." Mutia cried in silence, there was no stuffing just clear crystals soaking her cheeks in a straight line.

"We're wrong, Mas. Because I'm also lost." Abi wiped away the rest of Mutia's tears, she smiled as she nodded.

"So I'm afraid I hate?" mutia asked, and Abi nodded. "I also fear to be hated, so I avoid the possibility of meeting."

"What else have you always ignored my invitation, and avoided me. It reinforces the belief that you don't like me. But I didn't know I still kept tying you to my proposal." Abi chuckles to himself.

"It's just fitting that everyone violently thwarted my acquaintance with men." Mutia frowned, stupefied in memory of it.

"They take care of you for me. Looks like I should be very grateful to Dilan." Abi said in a seductive tone, not offended but Mutia even chuckled.

"Right, he's like a true friend to you and a personal bodyguard to me."

"It's not like but he's a real friend." Abi said firmly and gently. Mutia nodded to justify Abi's words.

"Shinta will definitely be furious to hear of our marriage," Abi said suddenly. Mutia realized that her silent friend would definitely sulk what else had been almost a month she had not heard any news at all.

"He's still on the line. That could be an excuse." Mutia said while giggling amusedly, she was imagining Shinta's flat facial expression.

"You're still connecting with him?" ask Abi, ask Abi,

"Still."

"That's why I asked him where you were three years ago he said he didn't know" said Abi annoyed but instead tightened his arms. Mutia chuckles amusedly with Abi's words, she knows Shinta will keep the slightest secret.

"I also want to be hugged" Fahri said as he opened the door tightly, making the two human children instantly wake up and laugh.

"Wait a minute" Mutia said as Fahri hugged her, making Fahri frown. Abi raised one eyebrow, suspicious.

"Jawab used to question Sister honestly and correctly." Fahri.

"Where do you know Abi's name?" Fahri was silent and Abi was equally curious. Slowly Mutia ran towards the door and locked it when she saw her sister want to run away.

"You can't escape," Mutia said with a triumphant smile.

"This is your secret" said Fahri Melas.

"Oh, so now you want to play with secrets. All right, Fahri can come out.'' Mutia opened the door. 'Easy then?' thought Abi. "Don't ask for any explanation to Brother." Mutia continued then sat back down next to Abi and leaned back spoiled. Abi smiled at the tactics that his wife was running.

Fahri turned to the door and then he turned to look at the older brother, there was a sense of unwillingness when the older brother leaned on another man. "Didn't Abi promise not to take Mutia's brother away from Fahri." Abi looked towards Fahri, he was amazed by his sister-in-law's memory.

"Sister Abi did not take Mutia's brother from Fahri, but took it from Father. Because the one who deserves Mutia's brother is not Fahri." Mutia hugged Abi's arm spoiled while glancing at the sister who looked confused and disliked.

"Alright, Fahri tell you." Fahri approached then sat on Abi's lap and removed Mutia's hand.

"Wait a minute, Fahri is jealous of Mutia's sister what's Abi's sister?" tanya Mutia was anxious with the behavior of her sister. Abi just laughed amusedly with the behavior of this sister.

"You don't hear me, brother." Mutia pouted while nodding. He was anxious but also curious.

"Adek knew from the father, said the father that there was an older brother named Abinaya Rahman and that Mutia's older friend meant that he was the future husband of Mutia's brother. And if anyone approaches other than Abi's brother, then Fahri must forbid it." Fahri looked at Mutia's red face then Abi's bright face.

"So we're a team?" abi asked as he raised his hand to take the tos.

"Team," cried Fahri excitedly.

"Dad," cried Mutia with anxiety to make Abi and Fahri laugh.

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Fahri walked down the stairs cheerfully followed by a pair of newlyweds who all did breakfast together for the first time.

"Waaah, his new bride if not followed by not going down and down," seduced Rifa who is ready to go to the office.

"Apaan sih Kak," said Mutia with a roar of embarrassment, while Abi only smiled faintly.

Abi took a seat then Mutiambilled the food for breakfast, "want how?"

"That's enough" said Abi, looking at the rice on the plate the wife was holding.

"Mutia," call Rouf who just took a seat.

"Yes," Mutia replied as she poured water in Abi's glass.

"Which brother's he got?" rouf asked with a teasing smile.

"You don't count now, Uf. Something new." Rifa replied in a seductive tone and occasionally glanced at the sister whose face was flushed red.

"What's that?" rouf asked, not accepting.

"Well, there is now a husband."

"Sister Rifaaa," cried Mutia sulking. Rifa and Rouf laughed happily.

"Don't tease your sister" said Dhimas, who entered the dining room with his wife.

"Dad," called the spoiled Mutia while holding Dhimas to sit down.

"Eh, I can't." Alya took off Mutia's hand on the father's arm.

"Papa now has Alya, and Mutia's brother already has Abi's sister" Alya said, taking Dhimas to a seat. Mutia just silently looked at the father and sister. While Rouf and Rifa had gone to work after saying goodbye.

Abi who was initially just silent turned to le the wife who had been teased by his family since, he was a little surprised to see the gloomy face of Mutia. "Why?" Abi brought Mutia to sit down, Mutia just shook her head.

Dhimas noticed the change of the child, he just smiled while the mother was already chuckling.

"Fahri and Zahra are gone, Ma?" mutia asked while drinking her strawberry juice.

"Here you go, with your sister, you work baby?"

"Yes Mah, understand Mutia not take leave." Mutia chuckled softly.

"The new bride is working," said Sisi who will join, and spontaneously Alya immediately say goodbye to leave for campus.

"Al has not finished eating," said Dhimas while Alya was no longer listening, in the ridge.

"You work too, Bi?" ask Sisi. Abi wiped his lips then nodded. For some reason Mutia saw an uncomfortable gurgle at her husband when Sisi joined the meal together.

Then Abi invited Mutia to immediately leave the dining table and leave behind Mutia's in-laws and in-laws.

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