Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Wife Husband Discussion

After a long wait for Alif, finally heard the roar of the car in front of the house. Dara looked directly at the window, it turned out to be true, Alif. He immediately opened the door and greeted the man with a smile.

“Good afternoon, Ayang ..” said Dara was heard saying something that made Alif shudder.

“Ihhh gelay.”

Dara laughs to see it so, “I purposely, let you be entertained, let you be happy.”

“Lebay you call me so.”

“We want to have children, Lif. I call him Alif-Alif continues,” said Dara while holding Alif's hand into the house. “Besides that sounds less than good. I feel disrespectful to you. You're my husband. Our age is much different. I like to be ashamed in front of my family. Ya—although it seems they are not too concerned about it.”

“As for what you want to call,” replied Alif not too concerned about this issue. The man walked straight to the kitchen area, then opened the refrigerator to fetch cold water there.

“What do you like me to call? Good times you outside have heard of couples, wives call her husband for example Mas, Brother, Aa, Akang, Papi, Papa, Daddy, Father, Father, Uncle, Grandpa, Grandma, Abah, Oyot.”

Alif chuckled until he almost choked. “Wah, severe you.”

“Ehee .. kan umpame.”

“What cooking is today?” Alif opened the hood that lay face down on the kitchen table.

Dara replied with a grinning smile, “Sayur clear.”

“Ya Allah .. as soon as the real dew,” The man was very disappointed because the vegetable spinach only cooked by his wife. Bored, of course. “Without eating spinach I've been mighty, Ra. Long-lasting. So you don't have to give me this food every day.”

“Are you Popeye?”

“What other foods?”

“Tempe bald,” replied Dara. The bald tempe in question is tempe fried without the use of plain flour.

“Can be richer if my food is like this every day.”

“Let me ask the doctor if you control it again, Lif. Can I eat as usual? If later it can be, I make you another cuisine.”

There was a long sigh from the man, “Sengara became a sick person.”

“Measuring him don't hurt appendicitis.”

“No why-wy. I can turn around.”

Dara shook her head while making her mind, ‘Actually I am married to Alif, or Sule, anyway? Feelings make me laugh only.’

“Mandi first time, Lif,” Dara said so because Alif is currently taking a plate and opening his rice cooker. “Turned time, eat first new shower.”

“I'm hungry.”

Although Alif commented, but still he ate it to the end. Without remainder. Men do have such habits so Dara thought, women should not be too carried away. Maybe it is nature.

After cleaning up, Alif sat down to join Dara who was busy in front of her laptop. It seemed that he was late in working on something that might be important so that he was not too aware of his arrival.

“Doing what?” ask Alif. “Do not do anything first, later you become a lot of mind. Can be stressed,” he said feel worried.

“I Just reply work call email.”

“What work?” alif's countenance instantly turned stern. He did not like Dara to discuss this.

“I was accepted as a nutritionist at hospital A. At school too. But baby, I'm already here,” answered Dara still and grumbled, “aduh, nih me habits. Rarely check email. So if anything, always late.” His eyes sharpened, his hands continued to scroll through the screen while researching one by one the incoming emails. It turns out that a lot of emails are stacked so he did not realize that this work call email has been received since one month ago.

“For example, even you are there, I will never allow you to work. You have to focus on baby Cil,” said Alif did not want to be denied.

“But if baby Cil is born already can, yes?” pinta Dara smiled. “I'm used to working, so if I just take care of the house, I feel like there's less. It feels more satisfied if you buy anything with your own money.”

“Later if our child is a bit big. The moment of educating the child cannot be repeated. Many parents are sorry because of this, so do not let you be one of them. You should know that better, because you are female,” explained Alif with light language so that Dara can more easily understand.

Dara curled her lower lip upwards, somewhat disagreeing with what her husband had just said. “If I can do both, why not?”

“I'm not the type of man who likes his wife to flip over.”

“The busyness done by the woman can affect her family, especially children. So do not be surprised if many gentle wives in this world turned into .. sorry, ‘kasar’ after marriage.”

“Yes, you're right, Lif, I see it a lot. There, my friend became a bar after marriage. Capek said.”

Then Alif also explained that this is common because their average husband is not enough until the wife is forced to work—but he lived it with a lot of pressure, because he is required to be perfect from various sides. Between family and work that must be drawn.

“That's why I banned you. Understand?”

Dara stared in admiration at her husband who turned out to have the other side. It is true said Vita, Alif is actually a good man, caring and has insight and broad religious understanding. Regardless of what happened yesterday to him, maybe Alif was just being khilaf and mismanagement. However, Dara does not expect Alif to stay away from his best friend; jack. Because Jack has sacrificed a lot for Alif. I hope one day Jack can be a better person.

“Why? Amazed? The more love with me?” ask Alif back sucks. So that makes Dara again thumping lips. “Say you're out today? So?”

“I want to change clothes first,” said Dara then close the laptop. But before he stood up, Dara stared at Alif for a while.

Understanding his wife's intentions, Alif also spoke. “What, Dower? Anything to ask?”

Dara nodded before she finally asked, “Lif, are you ashamed of having a wife like me?”

“What do you think?” alif's voice sounded very astonished. Golly, yes. This pregnant man is just strange in his mind.

“I'm not the one who covered the problem, unlike your family.”

“Do they have a problem with it?”

The woman shook her head, “It doesn't seem like it, but I feel ashamed myself. Feeling inappropriate.”

“I used to force women to be just like my family. Like Umi and Abah. But only recently I realized ... turned out my actions were wrong. Because they actually went from me,” said Alif sounding slow, meaningful.

“Hijab is mandatory, but I don't think it's compulsion.” Alif gently grasps his hand, “Do not feel burdened. Hijab was not necessarily good,” Alif paused for a moment, “there are many paths to heaven, but ... if you want me to go there too, you should do that duty.”

“Plis, don't say that, I love you. I want us to go there together.”

“Now?”

“Heh!” Dara widened her eyes. “Do not now. New also married.”

The two hugged each other. And in his arms, Alif again said with regret, “I'm sorry yes, Ra. I got you in a dirty way.”

“Maybe it's my way,” replied Dara stretching a hug.

“I often imagine myself if it happened to—”

Dara suddenly interrupted, “Already, regretted it for free. It is important that we fix ourselves in the future. So that it can be a good example for our children,” said Dara smiling. He had already fully accepted this situation sincerely. What else will he be looking for? He has got it all now. Husbands, in-laws and brothers are all good. Not only that, even soon there will be a child in their household.

“Kok even cry?”

“Sorry yes, I can't be a good wife yet.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I still like irritable, like pussy with husband ...”

“Bawel ...,” Alif Refined. “Already, Ra. Why are you so easy to think the same trivial things. I never had a problem with it at all. I'm happy because you're chatty. If you are quiet, this house can be ice,” pause a few seconds, Alif added, “cold.”

“Holks again,” said Dara asked to return in the clutch.

“Bumil ...,” spoiled really anyway, continued Alif without a sound. Fear of offending her sensitive. Looks like he should have extra patience stock for the next few months facing this wadas woman.

“So out?” ask Alif after a while. “Say to buy martabak eggs.”

“So. But come out inside,” replied Dara briefly.

“Ok.” at that time Alif moved by carrying Dara like a koala child. The man led her into the room and locked the door.

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Seriate.