The soul mate YOU sent

Chapter 18 First Night?

The reception ends at four. I am thankful that I can finally break my body. I looked around this room. Is this Mas Zaky's room? I don't know, obviously this is the bridal room. Quite spacious and comfortable, with white shades dominating almost all of its furniture. Combined with light green color almost like white, looks fresh. The digital clock on the nightstand shows the number 5.pm which means that it has been an hour I just fell on the bed. As soon as the show was over I came straight here. Just uncoiling my hair and removing my makeup without changing my dress, I immediately lay down. I'm so tired. I also felt a little strange with my stomach. Like heartburn but vague. From earlier I remember did I eat too much spicy food? But it doesn't seem, considering after this pregnancy I suddenly don't like spicy food.

Mas Zaky also came to see me several times. Do I need anything? Am I hungry? Want to be accompanied? And there were many other questions he asked when he came to this room. I just want to take a break, that's what I tell her every time she offers me something. He couldn't accompany me here because there were still many friends who came to congratulate us on our marriage. I don't mind, because I'd feel awkward and nervous to be alone with him right now.

But to be honest, there was indeed another reason that made me reluctant to get out of this room. I don't know what news about me that's spread among Mas Zaky's family, but that's definitely not good news. Not only did some of the invited guests question Mas Zaky's decision to marry me, especially because of the way I dressed and did not wear the hijab. But also some of Mas Zaky's relatives and family members also looked at me with mocking and dislikeful looks. Even some of them looked very angry every time our gazes met. Maybe they know I'm pregnant? What's more is obviously there's no way I'm pregnant with Mas Zaky's child. I don't know. Not that I'm scared. But it's very uncomfortable. I'm sure you can imagine it. That's why I chose to hide here. I don't want to create an awkward and uncomfortable atmosphere in my new family. Because I'm sure some of them must still be here.

I'd better take a shower, my body is so sticky. Obviously, I only took a shower once this morning before berias for the ijab qobul process event. I went to the bathroom. After painstakingly grabbing and unzipping this dress I finally came off and was ready to take a shower. Too bad I won't be able to wear that dress again. Soon my stomach will grow. Strange isn't it?, in this flat stomach something tiny and alive was hiding. I touched my stomach and stroked it slowly. A smile expands on my lips whenever I think of my baby. I don't want to linger in the bathroom. After feeling that my body was clean and fresh I would immediately come out when I realized something was strange. Where's towels?

I looked to the right and to the left and could not find it. In the closet under the sink is also not there. There are only a few stocks of shampoo, soap and a small towel for the face. Am I reckless? Mas Zaky was not in the room either. Slowly I opened the bathroom door and I turned my head which was only to surprise me and jerked until my head hit the door. "Duuuh.", ringisku.

"Why are you Tan?", there was an amused tone in Mas Zaky's voice.

"You're the one, ngagetin.", I answered while hiding behind the bathroom door.

"There's a g' wound'? Here do not see'e.", said Mas Zaky as he would reach for the doorknob.

"STOOOOP.", I shouted. "I'm wearing g' clothes. Don't look for g' there's.". I can hear Mas Zaky holding back a laugh. Iiii. Mas Zaky should help by getting a towel.

"Keep you want to stay there? I want to rest here loooh.", said Mas Zaky later. I know he's teasing me.

"Come on g' is mas! Help me take it anduk kek.", I replied regretfully.

Until finally I did not hear any answers or other sounds that signified its existence. I turned my head again and I found Mas Zaky standing facing the bathroom door one meter away. The hands were shortened on the chest and there was a towel tucked in his arm. With a seductive smile that had not disappeared from the corner of her lips.

"Now, grab a towel'e." he said seductively.

"Yes here'in, when I get there.", rent me out.

"Emang why? It is halal now", he replied casually and stepped away.

"Udah ah mas, g' try messing around. Adem nih.", whine.

"Hhhh... Yowes.yowes, here.". Finally Mas Zaky handed me the towel and waited for me at the door.

It turns out that in the handed towel coat, hhmmm this is much more comfortable. Covering my body perfectly. I wear it with a smile. But my hair is still wet. I grabbed a small towel in the cupboard under the sink and took it out of the bathroom intending to dry my hair. But when I was in the room, Mas Zaky grabbed my hand and sat me on the dresser chair. Grabbing the little towel I was holding she started to gently rub into my hair.

"Let me ae mas" I said trying to stop him. I was uncomfortable with his sudden treatment. It's too intense.

Whatisthis? Why am I silent. I can always express my opinion with Mas Damar. But I always do this with Mas Zaky. It really makes me uncomfortable. A few minutes later Mas Zaky left and waited for me at the prayer place. Feels weird. I hardly ever really prayed for 23 years. I stood up and wore a knee-length, loose-fitting denim blouse. Stepping towards the bed intending to sleep. Trying against my heart to go to the place of prayer. My mind says I have to be myself. Actually I also felt very hungry but I was reluctant to go outside the room.

I felt a vibration, and a small shock. Was there an earthquake? they blink their eyes slowly and what looks dark. As my eyes got used to it, I got up and sat down. I saw it was ten at night. Oho! I've been sleeping for four hours. I spread my gaze and I found the source of the shock that woke me up. Mas Zaky was sleeping on the other side of the bed. Since when did he sleep? I woke up slowly, afraid to wake her up. And go to the toilet. When I got back from the toilet I saw the lights were on and Mas Zaky was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Danger tau to pregnant women the dark-eight path".", his words greeted me.

"Hehe... Afraid to wake you up", I replied.

"Mas was waiting for you, but you're g' came together. Pas mas samperin it turns out you wes sleep, pules really even. So g' tego wants to wake up.", he explained. "You're g' laper? From lunch ballom eat loh."

"Let's go, really laper.", I replied with a grin.

"Come, I'm temenin."

He got up and took my hand, walked into the kitchen. Putting me in a chair she left me to heat the side dish in the microwave. I wanted to say 'let me mas' but my voice was held back. I don't know why I enjoyed watching him move around in the kitchen, and he did that for me. My corner was a little warm but I quickly removed it. I did intend to have this marriage in earnest but I did not want to open my heart too soon.

My food ran out quickly, it looked like I was really hungry. Mas Zaky is still faithfully accompanying me. There's not much we're talking about. But there's one thing I want to ask. One thing that has been bothering me all this time. 'What exactly made Mas Zaky want to marry me?' But every time I wanted to ask the words never came out of my mouth, because there was actually a fear of the answer that would be given by Mas Zaky.

"The laen wes podo sleep yo mas?", I asked. Because it feels very quiet when the house is only ten. Or because everyone was tired after the reception so they went to bed early.

"The other sopo? Tell me just the two of you", Mas Zaky replied.

So how are the two? This isn't Mas Zaky's family home. Means abah and umi also live here dong? "Lho, where are you and umi? how are we just the two of us?"

"The same Umi yo went home to their house. The others too. Anyway ndek here only ono three rooms'e g' is enough for all our families if you want to nginep."

Mas Zaky's answer confused me even more. Whose house is this? I married a man and I knew nothing about him except his name. God, I hope my decision is right. As if I knew what I was thinking Mas Zaky explained that this is his house. He's been living here for almost six months. Unknowingly we continued chatting until twelve. I finally feel relaxed after all day. Talking to Mas Zaky always calms me down.

We went back to our room and continued our conversation. It came to a word that finally made us joke and laugh. Every time Mas Zaky laughed it always managed to hypnotize me. His laughter made Mas Zaky look even more handsome. Whether because of the mood or because of my troubled heart, or out of curiosity, I don't know. All I know is I'm closing myself in on Mas Zaky. My hands gently felt her cheeks and as my face began to approach, Mas Zaky kissed my forehead. For a long time, until I closed my eyes, I felt my heart grow louder. As I wanted to push my body closer, Mas Zaky took off his kiss from my forehead. He walked away and stood up.

"Wes late you sleep first yo, I want to pray tahudah same witir first. Ntar I'll be followed" he said with a gentle smile. He then waltzed out leaving me alone with mixed feelings.

Whatisthis? did I just get rejected? My feelings are ungodly, embarrassed, confused, angry? I don't know, judging by his attitude all this time I think Mas Zaky likes me. But why did he reject me? All those thoughts led me to dreamland. At dawn I woke up. And until morning came Mas Zaky never came back.