The Lecturer Jadul is my husband
DJIS 32
"I'm sorry, I've spoken to you who are not the same father" Karin said tonight.
"Papa I understand, I should apologize to you, because it has forced you to accept a marriage that you do not want" said Rama staring at Karin who still uses a complete face.
"I do not have the desire to marry young sir, even if married the target after I succeed" replied karin while folding the prayer mat.
"But why did you survive until today, if other women may have long since left me" said Rama.
"So you want us to separate? That so?" Karin asked looking annoyed at Rama.
"Ahh..bu.not so he means." elak Rama.
"yes if you want us to separate tomorrow I report to the court, we separate well, still not done" Karin said quickly.
Rama gaped at Karin's unfiltered speech. It is really difficult to face a girl like Karin, not only intelligent but spoiled attitude and at will it gives its own impression on Rama.
"I don't mean so Rin.." said Rama.
It seemed that choosing silence and succumbing was better than arguing with Karin's thoughts at will. Just wanted to talk about it already in the serobot. Totally confused. Inner Rama.
"If not then what?" Karin without hearing what Rama would say
Rama breathed heavily many times, then smiled.
"Rin, I also feel guilty for forcing you to accept this marriage, but please don't say those sacred words, I don't want to hear them" Rama said, staring intently at Karin
"Trus means father what? I'm different from other women, huh? I do not accept this marriage, but that does not mean I want to play with the promise of the father before God swt, it is the same as I hurt my parents, also the parents of the father, the father, papi I have died sir, I am not you papi I am sad there because the household of his son failed. Enough with Arkan. Wanna?" Karin said at length with tears flowing.
Rama did not expect Karin to speak at length despite being angry and holding back tears.
Karin exited the room and entered Uti's room with a tearful cry.
Rama sat on the sofa looking at the white ceramic floor with a pushy look and mixed feelings.
Just a few hours after they got along after coming home from the police station, now had to fight again and hear Karin's words that were not good.
His eyes looked at every corner of the room. The bed in which Karin was lying when she said the qobul ijab two months ago, the room that was a silent witness she looked at Karin's face while fast asleep.
Rama now believes that he really has fallen in love with Karin even in this short time. But it's not an easy thing either. Conquering Karin's heart requires an extra struggle of inner birth. Karin is a martial artist.
Although he can also be martial, but his abilities are not like Karin who is already equal to the master.
Rama chose to leave the room and brought the change of clothes he needed to the guest room below.
Avoiding and giving time to Karin like better, let her alone first to feel calm.
Rama did not feel strange when walking down the stairs, until he arrived at the bottom floor a reprimand he heard from the direction of the dividing door of the dining room and family room.
"Are you kicked out of Karin again?" Ask Miss Maryam who is busy stirring the flour dough.
"Yes mi, sorry if I inconvenience my mother's child" said Rama felt guilty
Maryam smiled looking at her daughter-in-law. His feet stepped up at the staircase and then turned to look toward Uti's room which opened its door.
"So, if you're angry, have you gone up again, do not sleep in the guest room, cook will sleep with your aunt? I went back to the room, the business of Karin let mami who is responsible, the child must occasionally be in the jewel of his ears" said the mother asked Rama to return to the room.
"But mi,...." Rama said.
"Udah nadir aja, pokoh back to the room" drive out mami staring horror at Rama.
"Hehe.ya .. yes already..Rama on mi, but …. Karin.." said Rama stammered with his index finger pointing to Uti's room.
"Well, if your aunt knows, aren't you ashamed?" Mom's speech
"He..I.iya deh" said Rama obeyed the orders of mami.
Mami looked pityfully at Rama who always got bad treatment from the child. How many hours will it be good again Karin.
Mami is busy in the kitchen with her two assistants at the store she calls home.
He thought when he came home from the police station Karin would be fine or even want to do better with Rama, in fact not. even Karin could drive Rama to sleep in the guest room as done so far.
"Mi..anak mami why else is it above, haduh... tuh kemambet satan market child or what the hell??" Grumpy Uti who went into the kitchen with a frown
"Why again? The important thing is that Rama is not made a boiled crab, just let your sister, we do not need to interfere" replied mami without looking.
"Mommy's not ashamed of it?" Ask Uti.
"Udah diem, aja maklumi, know for yourself what your sister is like" added mami made Uti tension increase.
"Mami is the same child" said Uti annoyed and passed away leaving the kitchen.
"Mbak Narsih, this is in the baking sheet, yes, I want to go up first" said Miss Maryam.
"Excite Ma'am"
Maryam went upstairs to see what Karin was doing with Rama.
Lucky guest room soundproof, so the occupants do not feel disturbed.
"Ram, why are you still outside?" Mami asked her daughter-in-law who was carrying a bag and suitcase at the door.
"Mi, I'll just go home, my aunt and Aziz let it be here first. Tomorrow I come back again if Karin is calm" said Rama lowered his head
"Why all of a sudden Ram? Karin why else?" Ask Miss Maryam guiltily
"Nothing mi, I was wrong from the beginning, so let Karin choose her own path until it is completely calm" said Rama
Miss Maryam just stared pity at her daughter-in-law, her tears could not be withstood. Karin's attitude is absolutely outrageous. Somehow the boy was getting more brutal since the accident two years ago, a little angry a little good, quick to offend and always angry indistinct.
"I'm sorry, mommy's son, come home if it's better, Karin let it be your business, ask Uti to keep your suitcase in Ardi's room for a while." She took the suitcase from Rama's hand and walked ahead of Rama.
Rama stared at the door of Karin's room. "I'm sorry Rin, I left as you want, I'll come back if you ask me to come back, thank you for the short time you've given me, although it makes us equally hurt, especially you" the inner Rama is sad.
Miss Maryam actually kept Rama's suitcase in Ardi's room, lucky that the boy had come home from a sightseeing event. And they understood what happened to his sister's household. Ardi takes Rama home without the knowledge of Bu Rosa and Aziz. Let me be in charge if they ask.
Arriving home, Rama opened the closet and took some pieces of clothing that he would take away some time ahead and put in a large suitcase owned by his late sister.
Once all is ready, Rama contacts Agam to pick him up at home tonight as well.
Rama decided to leave amid the turmoil he felt. Hurting a woman is not her desire to open her dreams. But all that happened, Rama chose to obey Karin's desire to go as far as possible from his life.
Rama was fully aware that this was his fault, but at that time he really did not know what to do.
Rama takes a box and puts it in his backpack, but a photograph makes him stop for a moment.
"This... This is a photo of Naila and this... Is this not Karin? But wearing a hijab" Rama looked at a picture of his sister with a white hijab girl carrying the Koran.
Rama flipped over the photo and read a note written there.
"Figure, my new friend"
Daarul Qur'an, 21/12/19
"The name is Anggi but why does it look like Karin?" Rama's mind was confused, then put the photo in a box and put it in a bag.
Not long ago, Agam came because the distance of their house is only complex.
Rama lifted the suitcase and re-locked the door and made sure everything was safe.
"Seriously?" Ask before driving a vehicle
"Seriously, you did what I asked for, right?" Ask Rama
"Udah" answered Agam lethargic.
The car drove through the streets that seemed to start deserted from the vehicle and then passed because the day had gone late at night. Both of them were silent with their own thoughts.
