Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Please, Just This Once

As beautiful as any home, it would not be beautiful if there was no wife role in it. So does Alif feel now. Not only about food, he also had to wash his own clothes.

He's not a guy who's good at doing such trivial things. Not impossible, but unusual. Because of this, he has been feeling very tired lately. The washing machine does help him, but not to choose and iron it immediately. Even now he had just torn his own clothes off.

“Ah, sorry I did not enter the loundry service yesterday. Not congratulations,” muttered half annoyed. Because that shirt is his favorite white shirt. “Bikin tea is also salty in taste. What kind of sugar, anyway?”

Confused, he knocked on Dara's room door. “Ra, Ra!”  

Pause for a few seconds, Alif again knocked on the door while calling. “Ra, I'm asking for help, show me what sugar is. I'm making tea.”

Maybe because of not having the heart, Dara finally opened the door so as to make Alif smile. “Morning, my wife ...”

“Sugar time alone do not know, do not pretend,” he said still avoiding eye contact, the same as yesterday-yesterday.

Alif shakes. “I really don't know. Don't tell me I'm pretending, I'm not looking for sympathy.”

“Kan can be tipped."

"Just think."

"Here is the glass,” pinta Dara.

“No need, just show me which one. This or this,” point it at both containers containing the equally white powder.

“This.” Dara showing.

“Still.” Alif turned around, went back to the kitchen and made it himself. But it tastes better than Dara who makes it. He had regretted that he had refused Dara to help him.

Before leaving, he first to dry all his own clothes to the sun. Now he just found out, it turns out that it is indeed the weight of a woman's work. But amazingly they are, there are still many men who can hurt the weak.

****

After thinking with a clear head and having time to find a solution, surviving is the best choice for Dara at this time. It was impossible for him to go home to his mother because it would only hurt their feelings. He decided to get married soon, but soon after was hit by problems again with the same problem. Embarrassing.

After all what also says the judgment of people later about him who intermittently married? It was like a cat, he thought. Ya—although the root of the problem lies not in him, but because of Alif.

‘They're both the same. Chandra's a cheat, Alif let alone. He's a real pebinor, a master seducer, a criminal kela min, a liar, a crocodile!’

Both are not true. Dara was surprised, the feeling he was not too evil, but why did God give him a bad soul mate like them?

“Are you completely unwilling to forgive Alif, Dar?” ask Vita later in the day when they are together. Of course when Umi Ros's house is in a state of desolation. There was no one but the two of them.

“God alone is forgiving, why don't I, Ta. I promised her I would forgive anything but infidelity. But that does not mean I immediately welcome him ‘kan?” dara Balas. He continued speaking again after sipping juice in front of him, “Alif's mistake was not playing around. If I wasn't the one, I'm not sure he'd still be free right now.”

Vita nodded. “I feel Alif has another reason why he did it, Dar.”

“The reason is because I rejected it back then—”

“Not just that, Dar,” cut Vita immediately. “Please, from now on you are sensitive a little with the circumstances. You don't live alone, Dar. There are a lot of people around you. Your father, your mother, Razka, me, everything.”

“What do you mean?” dara asked not to understand.

“Alif had been sick for days after coming home from nowhere, even to the point of not talking to anyone. Before I only knew she was sick, Dar. I thought he was just a fever. But after a long time, I just found out that he was sick after coming home from your father's house, that's also I know from Umi.”

But Dara still does not believe, he is still with his own thoughts that rarely can be connected about the thread of the problem. “Ngawur you, Ta. My father is old, let alone to hit or give him violence—for the road only now has often used a stick.”

“Ya already, it's up to you, Dar. I just want a message, please don't make a hasty decision, so you don't regret it later. There will always be the best way.”

“Still, Ta.”

“Do not you remember his ugliness, at least Alif also did good. Right so?”

Dara was silent for a long while, like she was thinking about something. Alif was very good with him. They are always there for him at all times. Despite the bad treatment of the man, Dara admitted Alif loved him more than anyone.

“You love ‘kan same him?” Vita kept fishing so that Dara kept on remembering the good. Not to interfere, but, Vita is really dear to both of them. Even with a family that would be very regretful if they separated. They are a suitable couple. This matter would be resolved if the two of them accepted each other, that was all.

“Yes, I remember,” Vita responded. “More precisely when Rayyan was a baby. You guys have been approaching in Banjar."

“It's true. Maybe it was a reply to Alif.”

Both of them laughed remembering their memories a few years ago.

“Life is spinning, Dara.... For example, my life was five years ago. You know exactly how I am because we lived together. But I was always patient and believed I could get through it all. Not long, though. The proof is I've made it through those times and we're happy now.”

“You are indeed a role model. Hopefully I can be like you, the success ...,” he said made Vita smile, but only for a moment. Because a little later, Dara again interrupted, “Not the polygamy!”

***

Tok tok!

“Pak! Sir!”

Yudha frowned the moment she heard someone calling from outside and knocked on her door. “Ya, login!”

“Pak Alif abdominal pain, Sir. Can I ask for help?” said the loyal staff named Hans. “I don't know which hospital he usually goes to. I asked but be quiet.”

“But stomach pain why? Poisoned him?” ask Yudha. Although still irritated with his sister, but still he felt worried.

“I don't know.”

Curiosity made him immediately get out of his seat after he saved the file he was working on. Walking quickly, he immediately opened the door of Alif's room. But when he got there, Alif actually refused to be helped. Though it was clear in his eyes that the man was enduring the pain.

“I'll take you to the hospital, Lif.”

“No need, am I a child in between? I'm just maag.”

Yudha just smiled wryly. He already knew the nature of his sister who had too much prestige. Gangsian, grumpy, spoiled, but if you need to chase. Just like the behavior of children. Maybe because he was too pampered by uminya, because he was the last child.

“I know you're too stressed, a lot of thoughts. So your stomach acid goes up, your ulcer is crumpled. Maybe because your wife is angry right now.”

"Sokay know!" alif ketus.

Yudha turned to Hans who was still watching her from earlier. “Hans, please bring Alif lunch now. All medications. Put here the food, later you go directly in.”

“Good, Sir.” Hans immediately begged to do the order.

Yudha, too, left Alif's room.

But what happens after Alif eats and takes his medicine? The pain is becoming more. She only felt better after she got home, after meeting Dara.

‘Maybe I'm sick of missing you too much,’ her inner self.

And at night, Alif was determined to hug Dara from behind. Stealing her while she was off-guard made her drink for him.

Dara felt pity because again, she found salted tea in the kitchen.

“Awas, ih!” Dara tried to get rid of her husband's sturdy hands, although it had no effect on the man.

“Just a minute,” said Alif right in the ear. I don't know why Dara can catch the tone of sadness in it. “Ra, may I sleep in the lower room tonight?” immediately Alif told him the reason so that he was not too obvious to be seducing even though basically it is, “I want to go for a week tomorrow.”

“Where to go?” ask Dara immediately. I don't know why he's afraid of losing.

***

Seriate.

please be reminded that typo. I did not re-revision because my eyes are sepet.