The Crown

Behind the curtains

Arzhan and I drove Alea to her house. Not her parents' house, rather to Alea's house given by Arzhan.

The house is not too big, Alea said she was afraid that it would be too big.

"You want a drink?" ask when we entered his house.

"No, we have to leave immediately because we have to pick up the children" Arzhan said.

Yes, Sakya and Chana are no longer home-schooled, they are now attending official educational institutions, and are joined by other friends.

"Later I'll stay here every Monday-Wednesday. The rest I stayed at Iksia's house."

"Okay, that's fair enough. Anyway every weekend I have to go with my fetal father."

"That's my excuse, too."

"You guys be careful on the road."

Alea kissed Arzhan's hand, and Arzhan hugged him and kissed Alea on the forehead.

Aware that Arzhan is also Alea's husband, but my heart can't lie if I'm jealous.

We say goodbye, I walk out ahead of Arzhan. Waiting beside the car. Stand up by playing the feet. Trampling is unclear.

"Come, baby."

"If it still takes time, it's okay. I can still wait," I said annoyed. Arzhan's been out a while since I've been waiting here.

"There was a little chatter first."

"Confidential?"

Arzhan frowned. After a long time, he finally laughed.

"Is something funny?"

Arzhan approaching. She caressed both of my cheeks while smiling sweetly.

"You're funny when you're jealous."

"Funny? But to me it's so annoying to knowuu."

"I'm sorry." Arzhan. As we were hugging, I saw someone peeking out from behind the curtain.l9

Is that Alea?

I feel like I'm reminiscing about the past. The taste is still the same. Clasping her hands tightly as she drives, occasionally rubbing her head which is now covered with hijab while at a red light.

Arzhan's smile never disappeared from his face. He even seemed to be laughing. I don't know what he's thinking. I won't ask, let him be happy with his own thoughts.

After picking up the children, they whine for ice cream. Arzhan said he was like babysitting me first.

"Did Mom cry a lot for ice cream?" ask Chana.

Arzhan laughing. With his spirit he told me how effective and bad I was at that time. He even added a little story to make the kids happier.

As they were coolly talking about me in the past, I recalled the figure peeking at the curtain of Alea's house earlier.

If it was Alea, why would she peek like that? Shouldn't he just come out and take us home.

"Darling, what's wrong? Last time we picked up the kids, you seemed to be thinking of something" asked Arzhan as we were about to go to sleep.

I slept with Arzhan's hand as his pillow. While Arzhan's other hand stroked my cheek, sometimes played eyebrows, sometimes he ruffled my hair.

Staring at it like this was a dream that I thought would not come true. Now, this man bhlisa freely, with all my heart hugged and I looked, without fear of being caught by anyone again.

"Why? Am I so handsome that you keep looking at me."

I nodded slowly. She laughs.

"From here," he pointed at the sign, "get here," at the foot. "Our all of you."

I shook my head.

"Why?"

"Mine and Alea. After all, you are still husband and wife. He has a right to your body, your heart, and your property."

"Although you are not the biological father of her fetus, your obligations as a husband to Alea remain the same as your obligations to me."

Arzhan pulled out his hand which became my sleeping pillow. He's turned.

"That's why I'm afraid." I hugged Arzhan. A few minutes later he returned to his good health and returned my embrace.

"Should I divorce her now? It was clear she was pregnant with someone else's child. That could be the reason I divorced her."

"Don't. Wait till she gives birth."

"Are you going to be okay that long? I don't want to make you suffer, dear."

"God willing I can, Mom."

Arzhan stretched out our arms, he looked at me in wonder. I smile.

"I want to call you Mas. Can you?"

"Anything, dear."

For a long time, we often stared in happiness.

With the dim light, I now give what I should not have given him first. Committing sins that have now turned into a field of reward.

Bismilbornrahmanirrahim ....

"When did you start working? Papa wants to retire" asked Papa as we ate breakfast.

I glanced at Arzhan.

"Maybe later, Pah. I still can't leave the kids. I also still have to replace my mother in this house."

Papa just let out a long sigh hearing the answer from me that was always the same. Since long after Mama left, Papa often asked me to work again soon. Papa wants me to learn how to hold the big company he's leading right now.

"Well, tomorrow I'll bring my girlfriend here" Fateeh said. Of course I'm very happy. The whole family is happy.

Long since he broke up with his old girlfriend, Fateeh does not want to have a relationship with another woman. However, this morning he made an announcement that made us surprised and happy.

"I'll cook you a good meal tonight. What time are you guys coming here?" my many.

"Seven night hours. I hope you're all home by then."

"of course. Isn't that right, Pah? Mas?"

Fateeh frowned hearing me call Arzhan Mas.

I smile shyly. He shook his head while breathing out.

"Om, is his girlfriend pretty?" ask Chana.

"Of course."

"What beauty is it like me?"

Fateeh laughed, "Of course it's pretty you, honey." Fateeh pinched Chana's nose.

"Then I'm just dating her."

"No!" arzhan.

"No, daddy's jealous." Fateeh whispered to Chana.

They laugh.

This happiness is so perfect. I'm now the wife of the man I've always loved. Children can live normal lives and do not have to hide from the world anymore. Finally Fateeh will bring her lover home.

However, despite smiling, papa's face implied a deep sadness. The sense of loss can not be replaced even by some other family members.

Papa's love, I can see from the often he taught Yaasin every after magrib. Although stammered, Papa never tired of trying to give 'gift' to Mama.

Before and after the office, Papa always brought flowers and water that he had recited Yassin the night.

He always talked to himself, as if he were talking to his mother.

Papa's hand always shakes when going home from eating mama. He always told me he wanted to sleep next to his girlfriend.

Ma ... Look, so great is Papa's love for mom. Hopefully, Arzhan has that deep feeling for me. Aamiin ....