The Heart of Raisya

Back to the house

When I arrived at the campus parking lot, I parked my bike.

"Yahoooooo!" I heard the voice of the Princess squealing my ears.

"Gosh, can take my ears Put, so girls don't have the kalem anyway!"

" Yailah ntar if I think I am possessed by a genie with you haha. What was his first night atuh neng? I'm in, you should take that wedding leave."

"Not my college degree." We walked into class together.

My lecture today was smooth, nothing changed even with my status changed.In class it was only me and mbak Dian who was married, even mbak Dian my friend already had a 2-year-old baby.

Back to my habitat at home, become a wife.Today we are still staying at home abi, tomorrow we will go home.

Tonight was somehow more gripping than the previous nights.as usual we slept on the same mattress but turned our backs on each other. I woke up when I felt like my body was feeling the tiredness of something, it felt heavy. My husband is currently hugging me. Not just hugging me, but his side of his foot was crushing on me like he was hugging a roll.

My heart dag dig, how not, I've never been this close and intimate with a man. And my husband, just this time he's acting like this to me. I'm staying in my position, I don't want to disturb his sleep. Because I heard his breathing so regularly. That means he's not pretending to be asleep. My eyes are hard for me to close back the cold heat all over my body." This is nothing Raisya" I murmured in my heart. I used to sleep with the lights off, but since marriage I've seen my husband never turn off the lights or tell me to turn them off. So I assume he doesn't like to sleep in the dark.

Shortly thereafter my husband changed his position. I also changed my position because it felt tired of slanting. I tried to close my eyes I saw the clock showing 11, but suddenly my eyes were fixed to my husband's holster. There's something upright there but not justice. It was moving, I really saw it this time. Although covered with a sarong, of course I msih can see it. "he is on, maybe because of the cold weather, or indeed the time is on." I guess in my heart.

My instincts as a wife are suddenly connected. Wouldn't it be innocent if I teased my husband first. At the moment I am not wearing my hijab, but I am sleeping in long-sleeved pajamas. I pretended as if my feet were pinning my husband's feet. Let's just say I'm testing what happens next.

I started to turn towards him, and my hand was perched on top of his chest. I hope I don't cough or sneeze, so he doesn't know I'm pretending to be asleep.

And what happened, he moved my arms and legs, then got up and moved to sleep on the floor. Indeed, in my room there is a carpet that is held under the right side of my bed. There was a sense of pain in my heart, though I might not have been ready if he had asked for his right. But like this, it adds to the burden of my mind. I do remember with his message that he has not been able to give me a living born and inner.

The morning after the dawn prayer, just assume nothing happened last night. Because it is so.

" Just use my bike, brother if we want to go home, if using a motor metiq maybe brother's knee is not as good as the usual motorbike."

" Yes, yes it will be later so that Agus will pick up my bike here."

At 10am we went home. We told my parents. I brought some of my college books with me, because I'm definitely going to college from there.

All the way there was no chatter between us, so this trip was a long one. Do not imagine the romantic things that people do when they are together with a partner. They enjoy the breeze while laughing cheerfully, holding tightly to the stomach of his partner.Karna at this time I was holding only on my husband's jacket.That alone has made me have to think twice. Not because I don't want to, but I take care of my heart. Because I'm not ready for heartache if only my hand is thrown off later. Far from imagining when telling stories with friends in pesantren. Dating after marriage is much more beautiful than dating before marriage. Because all of our togetherness will be worth worshiping. But I haven't felt that yet, maybe tomorrow or the day after. That's how I strengthen my own heart. Yes we are together but not united, the person is here but his mind is there.

After passing through the path of the climb and descent finally arrived at our private house, I immediately entered carrying my luggage. And don't forget to go and granny's house to give a Bread from Ummi.Because my grandmother really likes S*ri Bread. Usually Grandma always consume bread that is without fringe. Eaten with warm milk, understandably old.

Arriving at home I went straight to Grandma's house to deliver bread from Ummi.

"Thank you Rai, just know that my stock of bread is running out" Grandma said.

" Granny's daughter-in-law is a revelation." I replied in a joking tone.

I did not talk to Grandma for long, because soon dzuhur time. And I have to be ready to go to college.

See you again Brother, thank you for stopping by my work.