The Huckold Married??

The Cold Morning Dew

It was time to wake up but Raffan was still so enjoying his sleep that it felt so very peaceful and sound after the woman he missed was back he could hold and hug as he pleased while sleeping before dawn earlier.

He chose not to sleep in order to enjoy the beauty of his wife's slumbering face after she was exhausted for about a few tens of minutes, choosing to stay up late while waiting for the dawn prayer time came because he was afraid that if he slept he would even have bad luck later, and was after carrying out his obligations he also went back to bed and closed his eyes, and, actually he took his wife and to sleep but the woman refused to say she wanted to clean the house and prepare food for her husband to wake up.

Deefa was busy sweeping at once with the washing machine that was burning washing her dirty clothes and also some pieces of clothes belonging to the husband, the husband, it seems that when Deefa in the village her husband took the time to wash his clothes so that now it does not accumulate.

The woman who returned to her cover dress smiled considering her husband who was so aggressive to her last night, so tight squeezed her body even when she slept should not be far from her husband.

The woman opened the back door when the sky was still dark and the ground in the yard was still very wet from the rain last night added again with the morning dew that felt making the morning weather cooler and cooler damply.

Stepping out into the yard to check the flower plants he had planted before returning home to his parents, she was sure her husband would not have time to take care of her plants that were in medium-sized pots.

"There are dead" he said, seeing that some of his plants had dried up and that all of his leaves were gone.

Her plant died before it developed and only a few more survived, the woman crouched down to uproot the already unlikely plant back to life, take them out one by one from the pot and collect them so that one for later he will throw them in the trash can in front of the fence.

Too late with the plants so that the sun does not feel began to display its rays, shining on the earth last night in the rain as if trying to dry it.

Deefa who realized that she had not cooked for breakfast finally rushed to finish what she was doing.

"Not cooked, but certainly there will be no cooking ingredients in the refrigerator, must wait for the vegetable maker to pass first," he said considering that the ingredients are no longer vegetables that can be cooked.

Fortunately in the housing there is a vegetable maker who goes around at 6 am or late, or late, so of course she will be very helpful at this time because she has to quickly prepare food before her husband wakes up if he has to go to the market first is certainly very unlikely because of the considerable market distance far from housing.

The woman rushed into the house washing her hands then went up to the room to take the money and returned outside the house waiting for the vegetable maker who seemed to be about to pass and was right soon Deefa waited for the voice of the vegetable on the motorcycle began to sound was not too complete but at least Deefa can cook for breakfast her husband later when waking up.

"Sir." Deefa called the vegetable maker who deliberately slowed down the pace of his bike, because indeed he was looking for a buyer is very unlikely if he rides his bike at high speed because he is not a racer.

The vegetable maker who was called actually stopped his vehicle right in front of the fence of the woman who called him.

"Where did Eneng look?" greet the man who wears a hat that covers his white hair.

The greengrocer had already known Deefa, also almost everyone who lived in the housing he would know her because he had subscribed with her.

"Just come home from the village of Pak," said Deefa while opening the fence so that she could choose directly what she wanted to buy and cook for her husband.

"One of the pantesan is never seen," I the Father while letting the customer was busy choosing the vegetables he rented.

The vegetables were still very fresh, making Deefa very happy to choose and now even so confused what to cook for her husband.

"Deefa wants chili and take it sir," Deefa said to Mr. Deefa, who immediately prepared what Deefa wanted.

Wrapping chili peppers and onions while listening to whatever Deefa mentioned, kitchen spices do not forget Deefa buy because the refrigerator is completely empty there are onions and chili but all is on dry even rotten it is no longer possible for him to use for cooking.

Other mothers also one by one began to arrive making a motor that contains vegetables that even so invisible because surrounded by those who had been waiting for the arrival of their helper who did not had to go to the market yesterday or also just a lack of tomatoes or kitchen spices to cook.

The conversation at the greengrocer began to flow very smoothly from the one who only talked healthy until finally it even so talked about one of their neighbors whose house was at the very end called Aliya, women are 35 years old and have been married for a long time but have not had children, and the discussion of children is now a topic.

"Yes, it must be Aliya who has a problem, it can't be her husband" said one of the women who was a bit fat.

"Marriage age will be 8 years have no children yet" said another woman.

Indeed, at that time Deefa felt very stingy, felt a sting that made her heart beat fast, the talk of the child would always make her fret, let alone remember about her in-laws.

The conversation became even more so that one of them who lived right in front of his house began to ask questions about the child to Deefa.

"You've filled in yet Deef, don't be delayed later even like Aliya, he used to have children he said he wanted to be satisfied with the work eh finally even until now not in the love of children too." cerocos woman who was embraced by other mothers.

Deefa smiled, a smile that actually held tightness in her heart, "didoain aja ma'am," he said then did not want to linger anywhere immediately asked the vegetable maker to count his groceries.

"Let's go, ma'am" Deefa said goodbye and rushed into the fence towards the house at a very fast pace.

Maybe after this he will be the talk of the group of women that makes his heart more sliced even his eyeballs have been seen to store tears that are ready to slide wet both cheeks.

Deefa closed the door with a plastic bag of vegetables she was going to cook.

"Dear."

Deefa stopped hearing her husband's voice with his man already standing on the bottom rung of the stairs.

"Where are you from? I'm looking for you" I'm Raffan with a face that's still sleepy but wakes up and looks for his wife.

"Buy vegetables to cook in the refrigerator nothing can be cooked," explained Deefa lifting a plastic bag in her hand.

"It's late afternoon we go shopping."

Raffan stepped down to approach his wife and frowned to find that there were teardrops that began to fall from both eyes.

"Why are you? he said he was buying vegetables but was it even crying?" Raffan was confused.

"Mas Raffan has taken the results of the examination yet? if we haven't taken it today," ignored the question from her husband.

Raffan worried about whether he should be honest or go back to telling lies just like he did to his parents, so the more dilemma when he found the face of his wife who displays the sadness of tears is no longer just droplets but has been scattered like the rain that fell last night.

Had he been honest he would have seen no more sadness but also the suffering and despair that the woman he loved might have felt.

His wife may feel guilty for him because as a woman and wife he is not perfect can not give offspring to her husband, can not realize the wishes of her in-laws who want to have grandchildren.

Raffan will never have the heart and able to see his wife slumped even though he himself will never dispute about the descendants of Deefa anyway, though, Raffan will continue to accept it and love with all his heart and body.

Even more feared Raffan again is Deefa who might have the same thoughts as her mother is asking her to marry again or maybe even worse ask for divorce from him.

"Mas," Deefa again voiced out in a very soft voice when her husband only she stared in his netra.

Raffan's lips began to move a little sign that he was going to make a sound with his wife who was still eagerly waiting for what he wanted to say.

"I've actually already taken the results of the examination," I Raffan in a heavy voice.

Deefa knitted her eyebrows back at the husband's gaze, "have it been taken? the result?"

Raffan nodded weakly with his lips clenched tightly back as if waiting for more time to be able to give an answer to the second question his wife asked.

Deefa could see how heavy her husband was, even if it was just to open his mouth to say the results of their examination.

The examination he was waiting for and wanted to know the results made Deefa more impatient even if only a few seconds.

"Mas, what's the result? we're healthy, right? there is no problem with us and we will have children" Deefa said, removing tears that would not stop.

I don't know if he feels that right now he is on the verge of two flavors, sad or happy later after knowing what she will hear and the greatest hope is the joy that she will hear from her husband's mouth do not be sad because she will not be able to hear it.

Raffan's lips began to twitch, shaking when he had not said anything to his wife, his brain was still thinking to find a way to not make his wife slumped when he spoke.

"You have no problem" he was finally able to say even with very low intonation, and he decided to lie, the second lie he had done after lying to his Mother and Father, may his sin be forgiven because he was forced to do this.

Raffan's words further confused Deefa, not understanding until she stared with both eyes wet and then held the hands of the tall man in front of her.

"I don't have a problem then Mas Raffan?" asked in detail because she indeed had to know what the meaning of her husband's words just now.

Raffan shook his head slowly with lips that opened slowly obviously he wanted to say something again but he never did until Deefa again repeated the question.

"What about Mas Raffan?!" this time it half snapped because she was really impatient when her husband was even mute.

The woman even shook her husband's hands no matter the plastic bag containing the vegetables was now lying near their feet.

"I'm not well, I can't give you a son I don't say anything because I'm afraid you'll leave me, I'm afraid you're asking for a divorce," beber Raffan with a heavy voice even heavier than the one before.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim," Deefa sat down on the floor near the feet of her husband, who sat with her.

"I'm sorry, I'm forced to" said Raffan, full of regret, real regret that he who felt so guilty had chosen to lie, lie to his wife about the results of the examination.

Really he just wants to protect his wife from anyone including his mother, he just wants to continue with the woman who has managed to change him and make him a responsible adult male figure.

May God forgive what he does.

Deefa sobbed with a very tight chest, she cried not out of disappointment at her husband's confession but she was disappointed that her husband instead thought he was going to leave the man just because he couldn't give her a child, couldn't get her pregnant.

Deefa never thought of leaving her husband, all this time he forced to do an examination only because of the demands of his mother-in-law he did not want his mother-in-law disappointed even he would be willing to give up and let Raffan marry again if the problem was on him, he said, but when she finds out her troubled husband is clear she will never leave him.

"Surely you are disappointed and angry with me, I can not give you Deef's son, now if you want to separate from me is okay, I accept," said Raffan.

Hearing the words of her husband, Deefa also scattered to hold her husband's body, shed her tears on the chest of the field of the husband until the shirt that the man was wearing was wet by tears that were so swift as a waterfall.

"Deefa will never leave you Mas, Deefa will remain Mas Raffan's wife, Mas Raffan's wife until old age even until God calls us," deefa said in a soft voice even faintly with her sobs.

Raffan closed both eyes to kiss the top of his wife's head, he felt that what he was doing was right, lying was the best option because he was very sure Deefa would never leave him under any circumstances, it would be very sad if he told the truth because he knew how his wife, the woman would definitely ask to remarry to be able to fulfill the wishes of his mother who was expecting a grandchild from her only child.

Raffan hugged the wife's body very tightly, with his mind that continues to say sorry for telling lies.

Sorry

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