The Huckold Married??

Following The Randal

The night seemed so quiet with the flickering of stars in the sky that only one or two were visible, the many dark clouds covered some of the beauty of the flickering, Deefa, who was sitting by the window of her room, looked at the moon, which was only half the beauty of the universe she admired.

It was almost midnight and Raffan had not come home yet also made Deefa a little worried considering the message from her in-laws what she should do if this happened.

"If it is allowed to silence Deefa, you are a husband and wife who may one of you act as you please." as her mother-in-law said when she contacted her.

Given the obvious when Raffan said he still wanted to be free, not even want outsiders to know about their marriage, it's outrageous right?

Deefa who was silent thinking finally convinced by the option she chose, according to her other obligations as a wife is to remind her husband if he made a mistake or was negligent? ah following the wishes of her in-laws is not wrong especially for the good of her husband who is very young at heart who certainly can sometimes act without thinking first.

Deefa was standing in front of the fence waiting for the taxi she had ordered, her decision was unanimous to catch up with her husband who had not yet returned home and could not be reached, errat! not unable to be contacted but rather Raffan did not want to be contacted by not answering calls from him.

Armed with the address of the workshop that her mother-in-law gave Deefa was ready to follow her husband, the woman with the robe and hood was rushed into the taxi as soon as the vehicle arrived in front of her.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim" he said as the taxi began to run.

Along the way Deefa continued to look at the road that the taxi crossed, remembering it in his head so that he knew the road, it must Deefa do considering he was only a few days living in Jakarta, Jakarta, the new city, which is quite far from the city of his birth, makes him always pray and remembrance in the heart so that God always keeps it from unwanted things, he who had not known this city made him a little anxious and alert.

The taxi had stopped not far from one building that was closed, Deefa sure it was a workshop owned by Raffan because the name of the workshop was the same as the name that his mother-in-law said "WORLD MOTOR SERVICE".

"It's up to Ma'am" said the driver, notifying passengers who did not appear to be moving from his place.

"Ah yes," said Deefa as if only realized that he had to immediately get off the vehicle which turned out to be almost five minutes waiting for his consciousness who was daydreaming staring at the building whose lights had begun to turn off.

Deefa immediately got off after giving her a taxi fare, "thank you sir," she said, turning to face her husband's workshop.

Deefa exhaled her first mustering up the courage to ask the only person inside the dark workshop.

He who had only been hanging out in the pesantren environment became very tense and pounding when he had to interact with new people he did not know or see before, with Raffan alone Deefa is still not used then do not be asked what he feels when he has to face the person whose face he has just seen for the first time.

By chanting the bismillah Deefa began to step, it felt like he was moving his legs quickly but somehow the movement was so slow, his legs stiff as if glued to the ground.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Deefa standing in front of the workshop terrace.

Instead of getting an answer to the greeting he said but Deefa instead found a head that was bent from between the half-opened door with a twitch on the man's forehead.

The man came out from inside the building still not answering the greetings of the woman who was standing with a slightly lowered face, the man named Agam may feel strange and wonder there are women with good looks coming to the workshop and at the hour approaching midnight?

There is a strange sense of what needs the woman needs in a place that is usually inhabited by most young people with automotive hobbies, although not infrequently there are women but his appearance will not be as Muslim as it is now in front of his eyes.

When he looked left and right looking for a vehicle, he thought maybe the woman's car in front of him broke down to go to the workshop owned by him and also Raffan.

Yes, this is his workshop together with his friend Raffan, they built the workshop because it has the same hobby, so they have the same, the hobby of tinkering with vehicles until the hobby of racing adrenaline this effort they wake up with Raffan who poured more funds than him but Raffan still asked for the same distribution of results did not want to be distinguished because Agam was who had been managing it while Raffan came every night even though only to see the sales report and goods that must be purchased and the rest of the man will be busy with the race.

"Can I help you?" ask Agam when he did not see any vehicles around the workshop, meaning that the possibility of his thinking is wrong and he better ask.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

For the second time Deefa said a greeting making Agam become misbehaved because the mistake that had not answered the greeting of the polite woman in front of him.

Blame Agam for being busy with his own thoughts.

"May I ask?" Deefa with her merdunya voice ventured, the time was moving more and more she had to quickly find her husband, after all it is not good for a woman to roam at night.

"Oh please, maybe I can help," said Agam who now thinks that the woman in front of him will ask for an address, maybe?

Deefa bravely raised her disrespectful face as well as spoke without seeing her interlocutor and in a flash Agam's heart was pounding as both her eyes were treated to an incredible beautiful scene that she had never seen before, many women that he often saw but it feels like the woman in front of him is very different behind his face that is ayu and beautiful beautiful with both eyes that have a sad look and then still in addition to his voice a melodious as well as an aura that was difficult to express in words.

Perfect in the eyes of an Agam Dianggara.

"What is this thing called an angel?" muttering in a heart that began to be piqued with the extraordinary beauty that was so real.

"Is Mas Raffan around?" deefa asked the figure of the man who closed his eyes like he was living a melodious voice that penetrated into his hearing.

"Mas," call Deefa because of unanswered questions.

Deefa began to think that this man she was interacting with had hearing problems? until it is not enough with one question such as the beginning of his arrival who said hello but never got a reply.

"Oh Raffan?"

Started to be aware of his unclear behavior while opening round eyes and frowning.

Raffen? this angel in front of him is looking for Raffan? confusion in Agam's head, the man knew very well the tastes of his friend who despite being descended from a Ustad but it felt like the woman who was often told by Raffan her appearance was not like the woman in front of him now.

"Yes, Mas Raffan does he exist?" Deefa repeated the question of fear if Agam was indeed a person who loading his old.

Agam was silent for a moment to dispel all the confusion that bothered to hear the polite woman who he did not know her name asked Raffan.

"Raffan was away with the others, already from 2 hours ago and usually he would be back," Agam paused to look at the circular watch on his wrist, "I think Raffan will arrive soon," continued Agam by showing off his smile.

"You waiting?" asked Agam with a very friendly face to the angel's incarnation.

For a moment Deefa seemed to think, waiting? and just alone with the opposite sex that is not mahramnya is not a good thing, right? while in this place, ah rather this area looks very quiet.

Deefa was surprised how Raffan could build a workshop business in a quiet place like this, even though it was close to the highway but it was not the main road, huh! I don't know maybe Raffan has his own target in starting his workshop business.

Deefa was still upset to have to choose between waiting until Raffan returned or not but in the distance he had heard the sound of a crowded vehicle, and that meant not only one vehicle.

"It looks like it's Raffan" Agam's words make Deefa turn her head in the direction Agam is looking at right now.

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