The Huckold Married??
A Request or a Cushion?
"There's no sign yet?" ask the mother-in-law to her son-in-law who might be very surprised by the question she asks.
"I mean mother? what marks?" deefa's question confirmed the sudden inner turmoil after hearing a question she had not expected before.
"Pregnant, are you pregnant? or still a regular coming month?" ask him clearly.
According to him, Raffan and Deefa have been married for six months and he felt it natural to question the pregnancy of his son-in-law considering he was very eager to hold the grandchildren of his only child.
The only son he expected to give a grandchild to before he was very old and died, he really wanted to see his grandchildren and play around with his little grandchildren, see what his grandchildren would look like, is it like Raffan being naughty or like Deefa? although then he hoped that his grandson would not be like Raffan, because he did not want Raffan and Deefa to feel how difficult it is to educate the rogue Raffan stubborn and happy to make a tantrum, enough are they.
The understanding Deefa shook her head weakly, "yet Ma'am, Deefa asked for her prayer" Deefa said at last.
In terms of heredity like this must be the woman who will be the target of the question, why not also pregnant, too, though if you want to be telisik it still feels very natural she is not pregnant considering the age of marriage that has just stepped on half a year, but will people understand? if this is the woman who will be seen one eye and may be blamed.
"Yet? though every day the mother always prays for you, asking Allah to give you children even Raffan's cousin who got married two months ago was pregnant," said the in-law with a casual look but Deefa felt it was a look of intimidation, not knowing she was too carried away by feelings alone or indeed her in-laws indirectly blamed her.
"Not yet Ma'am" Deefa's heart felt a little sad when she heard the words of the in-law who accidentally began comparing with his nephew who lives in Padang and just got married two months ago.
"Try you and Raffan to the doctor, the name of the effort will not hurt other than the prayer will also have to do, looking for a solution to his name," said the in-laws.
Actually, without the need to be taught, Deefa has understood in addition to prayer efforts are also needed, as well as, it's just that he felt the age of his marriage with Raffan was not long and about his monthly guests it was always routine to come every month never whose name there was a problem late coming months since he was a teenager, and about his monthly guests, besides he feels Raffan's nature is also still very unstable, what the man wants if he has a child at the age of 19 years and two months later just 20 years old.
"Deefa talked first with Mas Raffan ya Bu, do something you have to talk also with the husband, can not make your own decisions," deefa said, despite feeling unwell, afraid to be considered teaching when of course her in-laws understood what she was talking about.
The in-law sighed then forced a smile on both lips that had been talking since.
"Assalamualaikum," came greetings from the door, who else if not two men who had just returned from the mosque.
"Wa'alaikumsalam," the two women replied at the same time, turning to the direction of the arrival of their husbands.
Now that the four of them were enjoying a dinner that Raffan felt a little strange, he glanced at Deefa and her mother alternately who were not talking to each other as if there was a problem that he did not know about.
After dinner Raffan still had to wait for his wife who was tidying up their food marks, first, when he finished he immediately invited his wife to go up to the second floor where his room was he wanted to talk to the wife asking what happened when he was not there, he said, he felt strange because usually his wife and mother would talk but when eating earlier even when he came home from Maghrib prayer he had seen something a little strange with the two women.
As soon as he got inside the room he closed and locked the door with Deefa breezing into the bathroom to wash her feet and hands.
"I want to say Deef, you should not wash your feet all," protested Raffan who was always impatient.
"Yes wait," said Deefa from the bathroom whose door she had closed.
The woman stood in front of the sink with a face soaked in tears, the mirror in front of her showed the sadness she felt, indeed she felt her heart tremble a little considering what her in-laws had said earlier.
Not only does she accept as a woman it is natural that she is offended by the words of the in-laws, comparing her to her cousin who was recently married but is now pregnant, remembering that his tears also dripped back down both cheeks by leaving a puddle in both of his eye fertilizers.
"Deefa," called Raffan who was getting louder made Deefa hurriedly wet her face with water flowing from the tap.
"Yes Mas," her slightly trembling voice was certainly noticed by the husband who was rushing to the bathroom.
"You crying?" asked Raffan who had opened the door and looked at his wife full of questions.
Deefa shook her head and turned off the water tap and wiped her wet hands out of the bathroom past her husband.
"Don't lie Deef, even if we're only six months married but a little bit I can tell when you're crying or not, the foolish husband who is not aware of his wife is crying when from your voice and red eyes are seen very clearly," Raffan cecar followed the woman who stepped towards the bed, the woman sat herself on the edge of the bed with her face down and hands squeezing each other.
"Why?" Raffan crouched down in front of Deefa looking at the face of his wife who was still quietly close her lips.
"Why!?" Raffan asked again while taking the wife's hand apart and she held it together.
Deefa was still silent, she was still weighing whether to tell her husband who was in-laws talking about, questions about pregnancy that were more impressed such as the insistence that she get pregnant soon, she said, if he spoke he was afraid that Raffan would be angry with his mother for demanding them about something they also did not know when God would give it.
"Hey!" Raffan clasped Deefa's hand demanding that the woman immediately answer her question.
"I ask you if so," said Raffan who seemed to be the base of his patience began to erode.
Deefa held Raffan's hand so tightly as her husband stood up with his head shaking, hinting not to ask the mother.
"You are asked not to answer, yes I asked the mother," said the man who still wears a sarong but Koko's shirt he was wearing had changed with a black shirt.
"You were both at home" continued Raffan again with his hands left hanging because his wife did not want to let go.
"I'm talking but you don't get mad at me." Deefa began to voice asking her husband to comply with her request.
"If you look at you until the cry of the kayak earlier it seems like I will be angry with Mom," Raffan said with a cold eye to the woman whose eyeballs turned red again, it was clear that the woman was going to cry again.
Raffan took a deep breath and took his place beside his wife, holding his wife's shoulders so they could face each other and look at each other.
"Yes I will not be angry with Mom," said Raffan finally relented rather than having to make his wife uncomfortable and feel guilty later if he quarreled with the mother.
Deefa was relieved to hear the words of her husband, honestly she was not the type of woman who liked to see other people fighting let alone the quarrel between mother and child, honestly she was not the type of woman who liked to see other people fighting let alone the quarrel between mother and child, he is a son-in-law who never wants to keep children away from his mother because for a boy even though he is married his paradise will remain with his mother.
Deefa momentarily fell silent to normalize the feelings of her heart and so that she would not cry in front of the man who used to not even accept her as a wife, but now Masya Allah Deefa is very grateful for not only receiving but Raffan has also admitted about his feelings making him no longer have to doubt his husband's heart.
"Mom just asked me if I was pregnant or not" Deefa said.
Raffan squinted both of his eyes, "it's free? but why did you cry?" asked Raffan in disbelief, a little bit he knows how Deefa is, is not the woman not easy to cry? even when Raisya came to the house and claimed to be his lover, his wife asked well even though her facial expression showed anxiety, but still did not get angry at him or even accused him of various things, but why only with the question Mother the woman was crying.
Deefa nodded still not telling me everything.
"I can't believe that if you still don't want to talk, I'm actually going to ask Mom!" threaten Raffan with his fierce gaze.
If it was like that Deefa could no longer dodge, inevitably she had to tell me what her in-laws had said.
Raffan listened as his wife was telling a story but the look on his face showed him angry at the moment, visible from his tightened jaw as well as his clenched hands.
"Don't be angry with Mom, any parent would want her child to be quick to give grandchildren and that's natural" Deefa said, trying to quell her husband's anger.
"But not in a way of comparison, if Asanah first became pregnant it was already the stipulation of God, this mother is strange sometimes," said Raffan did not like even very dislike when he found out his wife compared to his cousin named Asanah.
Deefa was speechless no longer able to say only that her hands held her husband's hands so as not to go out and see her.
"We go home, do not need to nginep," said Raffan then who felt how the wife feels at this time, would not be comfortable after all that was spoken by his mother.
Deefa shook her head, "morning tomorrow is not good if we suddenly go home later mom will feel I keep you away with her, all this time I really want us to stay," explained Deefa.
"Yes it's up to you" said Raffan, who became upset with his wife, he just wanted the best for his wife but she refused.
Raffan walks into the bathroom, he wants to wash his face who knows so upset will be reduced sukur-sukur disappear.
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