The Story of Dara

CHAPTER 13. Worries

Erfan pressed the access code to enter his apartment, his body felt tired from the work of the office so much that he made himself come home late.

"Assalamualaikum," said Erfan quietly, just after opening the main door circulating his gaze.

"Dark brown?"  he murmured again, while pressing the light switch on the wall next to the door again swung his step.

Want to go to his wife's room, after putting her bag and also her work coat on the living room sofa.

Tok tok tok tok tok tok

The sound of knocking on the door he did, while calling his wife's name waiting for the sahutan from inside.

"Ra.." call him back to knock on the door.

But there was still no affirmation from inside the room frowning him.

"Become," he called again, moving the handle of the room door to try to open it.

"Not in the key?"

He immediately circulated his gaze, shortly after opening the door of the room looking for the whereabouts of his wife who could not be found.

"Become...,"

"Nothing is there? where's he at this hour?"

Deciding to close the door of the room, before turning his gaze toward the watch that was coiled on his left wrist had already pointed to seven o'clock at night.

Until provoking a sense of annoyance in his heart, in between his fatigue felt worried.

Prefer to swing his pace fast, want to pick up his phone stored in the bag, want to contact his wife.

"God..lift Ra!" his hiss was upset, had made a phone call but could not connect.

"Shit! where's she?" he was upset, re-shifted his phone screen to contact again.

With the roar of his breath that began to hunt, in a blanket of his anger that began to stir. For the sake of a responsibility that must be carried in keeping Dara, must be able to find and ensure that his wife is fine.

And increasingly upset, as a result of the phone he did not get a response from his wife, widening his annoyance and anger scooped his face rough.

Increasingly cursing, trying to guess where the whereabouts of his wife now.

But he could not, he did not know at all the information about his wife's friend or anyone to contact him to ask the whereabouts of his wife.

Before falling silent, he let out a long sigh, as his two-in-law's names swirled.

"Is he coming home?" mumbling slowly.

"It is possible" he answered himself, reaching into the pocket of the black trousers he was wearing, taking out his car keys.

Willing to swing his pace quickly, rushed to look for his wife's whereabouts and fell silent, seeing the main door of his apartment open stopping his steps.

"Where have you been?" rough jolt.

Staring with Dara who looked confused, frowned into the house.

"Why?"

"Where?" jikak Erfan, did not answer the confusion of his wife asked again.

"Why the hell? suddenly angry like this, "inner Dara, sighed softly did not take her eyes off the glare of Erfan's sharp eyes describe anger.

"Where did you come home at this hour? no use saying no news, no phone lifted, free you have a cell phone if it's no use." Erfan's touch was getting more and more upset.

Still did not make Dara make a sound, just reached into his bag looking for a cellphone stored in it rounded his eyes.

"he? 20 missed calls?" mummified Dara.

Not at all expecting, how could it be this much? re-stretched his head, sat up.

"Sorry Mas, the phone is in silent, so don't know if Mas Erfan's phone," said Dara, showing his phone's screen that lights up feels bad.

"But why? What's this much?" continues confused.

Not taking his eyes off Erfan who was smiling cynically kept the anger.

"Do you feel right now Ra? is it appropriate for a wife to go out of the house without saying goodbye and at this hour just come home?" erfan replied annoyed.

"And you're asking now why am I calling?" continued Erfan, still with his sharp gaze intimidating.

"Don't talk about the speed of a wife's attitude, as if your own attitude as a husband is good and perfect,"

"Even I doubt myself, am I really a wife to Mas Erfan! surely not, right?" dara doesn't want to be blamed.

"Mas himself said it, right? if this marriage is just a formality, and how can Mas Erfan demand my proper attitude as a wife?"

"Because you are my responsibility now Adara jelita! I still have a responsibility to look after and ensure your safety!" fierce Erfan, with the roar of his hunting breath threw away his wife's gaze.

"I'm not a child that needs Mas Erfan to take care of," said Dara about to pass, preparing to swing his steps into the house, but restrained, stuck, by erfan's hand checks on the wrist pulling him roughly back facing each other in a row.

"Sick Mas!" Dara Protests.

"Our wedding is just a formality! but not for my responsibilities as a man! I have to make sure you're okay, so from now on, let me know like you're telling your parents when you get home late." Erfan, it's getting sharper.

Staring with Dara who was no less upset, clenched his rows of teeth to shake the rough hand cheek her husband.

Without a sound, absolutely not wanting to answer the sentence Erfan immediately swung his pace quickly, half running into the room leaving her husband.

The one who was silent, with a straight forward look, before a long sigh scooped a face slowly.

　

Brakkkk

　

The sound of the dings of the room door that Dara did, wanting to vent his regret, immediately dropped his body prone to the top of the bed.

Before he buried his face in the pillow, he felt so angry, he did not like his husband's attitude at all.

"Basic selfish man!"

"Ohhhh!"

To his frustration, hit the empty room of his mattress on the right and left side of the pillow with both hands.

Back to shouting, in order to unravel the resentment in his heart, and stop. Due to the roar of his breath that began to be cut off, feeling tired of himself with his anger dropped his white cheeks onto the pillow.

"So a good wife, son, even if you do not love your husband, you must respect him, serve him, do not argue with him much. Take care of your mouth too when with your husband, not to hurt his feelings.

Bu Selfi's message a few hours before moving to the apartment, suddenly ringing in his head stifling his chest.

Making her speechless, back immersing her pretty face into the pillow realized her mistake.

"I know I was wrong Mom, I shouldn't have acted that way to Mas Erfan. I was wrong, yes I was wrong, I should have said goodbye, informed Erfan and went home before Mas Erfan got home," he said.

Swallowing her saliva slowly, provoking the clear circles behind her eyelids to pull her head.

"So it's only natural that Mas Erfan is angry? instead of apologizing I was provoked, angry back and fighting back," he murmured again.

More and more aware of her mistake, although this marriage is only a formality in the eyes of her husband, but not in the eyes of God. In the eyes of her Lord, Dara was still a wife who had an obligation to respect and serve her husband. Until later, talak will be dropped Erfan someday.

Making him speechless, he immediately went from his stomach to sit on the bed looking at the clock of his hanging room wall.

"Hour half-eight, Mas Erfan has eaten yet huh?" lirih Dara, a moment after sighing slowly.

Deciding to stand up, tidying up her slightly flattened hair buds was about to exit the room to meet Erfan.

Tok tok tok tok

The sound of Dara knocking on the door of Erfan's room, several times taking a long breath trying to calm down.

But there was no sound from the inside, making him decide to open the door slowly, even without the sound of Erfan being inviting.

Increasingly accelerated his heartbeat that was already unfailing, trying to move his legs hesitated, watching Erfan who was lying quietly on the bed.

Bending his right hand over his face, he did not take his eyes back to look at him.

"Mas" called Dara finally, just after standing beside her husband's bed, managed to lower Erfan's hand staring at her silently.

Seriate

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