Tarnished On The Bride's Night
Don't Forget to Prepare Mentally
“It's that fast?”
“Ya, later as soon as you tap malu.”
“Can we?” ask Dara confused. He doesn't really understand this. “Not it—I have to go through iddah first?”
“What are you guys ..?” Alif bent his three fingers leaving his middle and index fingers, then curved to form quotes. “Know I mean?” alif asked because Dara was silent.
“Iya, know!” answer Dara. When she said that, Dara threw her gaze in another direction. Of course he was embarrassed to discuss this sort of thing. But frankly he is comfortable because Alif uses the word term. He thought the effect would only get worse if Alif said it explicitly.
Alif explained, based on his belief that: the period of iddah does not apply to women who separated from their husbands but have never had sex. The rules of the iddah period only apply to those who have had a husband and wife relationship. ©
Alif again charges the answer, “You have not answered.”
Because no answer came out of Dara's mouth, Alif finally thought to himself. “I shouldn't have to ask that.”
And somehow Alif hurt with his own assumption. It should be from the beginning he must understand and be able to accept everything that is on Dara because the status of the woman has been married. No need to be made clear what activities they do, namely like husband and wife in general throughout their days.
However, Alif did not have much trouble. He thought, right now this is still better than him not getting Dara at all.
Imagine if they stayed together and were happy - so what will their fate be. Perhaps he will need a longer time to patch up his already partially hollow heart. Or it's thought he'll be a weathered old bachelor because of it.
“Sorry, Lif .. if for that, I can't answer yet,” Dara said after a while.
“No problem,” the answer doesn't really matter.
“You're angry, huh?”
“For what angry?” the man then stood up and said goodbye. “It's night, I have to go home.”
“You've come already night, Lif.”
“....”
“Alif?” call Dara again.
“...” Alif just shut up.
“Izh, yes fix you angry.”
Dara grabs Alif's hand for him to kiss like a real couple. “Liar is like a real husband and wife, right?”
Alif was silent with eyes watching. But when the hand landed on his lips, Dara did not hesitate to directly bite him so strongly that Alif suddenly tiptoed.
“Gosh! Pain, Grandma!?” he shook his hand in any direction. “Auww... auwwh, pain damn it!”
Dara herself laughed with satisfaction at seeing it so. He stuck out his tongue to get stuck.
“Here's your hand!” alif asks Dara's hand to be extended.
“Bidden to reply. Revenge is not good. Later sin.” he hid his hands behind the body.
“If you know the sin why it bit my hand?” showing his hand that was biting.
“You're angry, anyway. Jealousy, huh?”
“Away, here's your hand.”
“She said she'd like to go home?” dara asked, then pointed towards the door. “That's the door if you forget."
"There's no way I'm forgetting the door."
"Keep why are you still here? Or want to be dropped to the bottom?”
Somewhat long ago Alif thought, before he finally replied, “Hmmm, may also.”
“Come!” get Dara excited because Alif is smiling again. He had absolutely no idea that the man had much sense to touch him.
Both then down while humming ria, “Let's go home, let—lah go home, let—lah go home, to chicken coop~”
***
As usual; every afternoon, Dara would definitely prepare to go to the hospital to replace her mother who had been there all day.
However he realized that his clothes were not much, to the point that there was nothing he could carry today. Dara is not the type of woman who likes to collect clothes, which is why Dara may not have too much stock.
“Some of it is still dirty I haven't had time to wash, some of it is still in Chandra's house. Hhhh, but it is lazy if I have to go back there and meet a dead man,” muttered regretfully. But it seemed he had to keep coming back because there were so many items to take, including some jewelry.
“Looks like I should stay there, dear the gold. Good, can be sold to add-plus buy oil. Oil ‘kan again expensive heheheh.”
“Mau Razka interracial, Mbak?” razka asked when Dara had just walked out of her room.
“By also, Dek,” Dara nodded in agreement. “But stop by first, yes.”
“Where?”
“Ke His Home Mas Chandra.”
“For what, Get there again?” razka's voice immediately sounded emotional.
“Sabar, Deck. Mbak just want to take the stuff Mbak still there.”
Razka clucking. “Should've just done the stuff.”
“Sayang oruh, Dek. There are still valuable items.”
“Yes already, if you want it to. Razka take there.”
It only takes about forty minutes, Dara has arrived at Chandra's house. The man's car was already in front of the house, meaning he had come home from the factory. Maybe a few minutes ago if Dara had expected it as usual.
“Razka wait ahead here huh Ma'am. Don't be long,” Razka gives a message when Dara comes down from the splotch.
“Ready!” Dara answered. There is no more vibrating or unusual feeling like when Dara stepped foot to meet Chandra. It turns out that hatred can erase the affection that once existed.
Tong!
Not long after the owner of the house came out, namely Chandra itself. “From?” he said so happy. “I'm glad you came here. Or do you want to talk to me? You should have told me earlier so I could meet outside. Or did you change your mind?” he asked with a nod.
“It seems like there's nothing more to talk about between us. I'm just here to take my clothes as well as the items that are still left.”
Chandra's face changed immediately. But Dara did not care. “Can I enter?”
Chandra nodded. “All your belongings are still on top,” the answer is weak.
When Dara entered, Dara met Indira who was sweeping the house with gloves and a mask.
Somehow the look on his face, but it was very clear that the woman was avoiding him. Without really wanting to look at him at all like a passing human being this is a subtle invisible creature.
‘This is the kind of woman called the devil. Seizing a man's husband without feelings and without guilt.’
Heading upwards, Dara opened the room door and directly stuffed her belongings into a large suitcase. The room was the same as when he left. Even as if it was untouched because it was a little dusty.
“This room is dirty because I never tamper with it.” Suddenly, Chandra's voice rang out behind his body. I don't know when he followed her in. “Today I've always slept in the workspace.”
Dara smiled meaningfully, there were two approximations: maybe Chandra lured her to ask her why they didn't sleep together. Or maybe he was hinting that he never slept with Indira so that Dara was proud and willing to accept it back, because he was still holy.
“Not my business,” reply Dara briefly.
“Dara ...,” said Chandra looked at him expectantly. “Is there not even the slightest taste left for me?”
“It has not existed since the person I love does not know themselves" replied Dara firmly. "Oh, yes. I'm done. I'm saying goodbye, yeah. See you in court next week.”
Dara re-emphasized, “Don't forget to prepare mentally.”
***
©This is according to the word of Allah in QS al-Ahzab verse 49, “Hi the faithful, when you marry believing women, when you marry believing women, then you divorce them before you mix them up then once in a while it is not obligatory upon them iddah for you that you ask to perfect them.” (Submitted from REPUBLIKA.co.id.)
Seriate.
Sorry if typo, because so write directly I publish for those of you who have been waiting for the beloved couple😄
Sorry too late. Usually, there's work in real life.
