The Young Wife's Rhyme

11. Teach Me to Love You

I still vividly remember what I said last night to Mas Daffa. After that our relationship became awkward, not even talking to each other. I don't know what that guy thinks of me right now, I don't really care.

The refrigerator that was empty yesterday is now fully loaded. I do not know when Mas Daffa filled it, but early in the morning when I was about to cook, it was full of food and fresh fruits.

Not knowing what Mas Daffa liked and I was embarrassed to ask, I ended up just cooking potluck, which I could process with the ingredients in the refrigerator. Mushroom saute and balado eggs. Do not forget to serve citrus fruits and bananas as a dessert.

I glanced at the clock on the wall, it was seven o'clock and Mas Daffa had not yet left the room, when he should have left for work in half an hour. I puffed my cheeks withstanding frustration. I had to call him and talk to him this time.

The door of the room opened a little, making me unable to take a peek at Mas Daffa. Loh, that guy's still in his pajamas and is calling someone. From the tone of his voice, they seemed to be arguing, making me undo the intention to enter.

I finally went back to the kitchen to do the dishes. If he is hungry, he will eat.

This marriage made my mind more complicated. Fortunately, my college was on vacation, so I was not burdened by the tasks. I can think more freely about what I can do in the future.

I was too late in my mind to realize that Mas Daffa had left the room and was sitting at the dinner table. Until when he called my name, I could just escape my daydream.

“Mas Daffa does not work?” I asked so much to sit in front of him.

The man was silent for a moment, his face looked bitter and uneasy. “Hana applied for a leave of absence for me a week. He wants for this week I'm not going anywhere to nemenin you.”

I was flabbergasted, speechless. Ma'am Hana what kind of wife is this? How could he not act jealous of the second wife and instead encourage her husband to get along with me? I really don't think he made it.

“Padahatan do not need to be sober,” murmurku shriek once. But I could see Mas Daffa's tail glancing at me in silence.

“Don't get me wrong, Hana might want us to get to know each other. Instead of her burdening you to get pregnant soon, Hana is not like that.”

Loh, even though my grunts also do not lead there anyway. I know Ms. Hana is good and will not force me to get pregnant quickly, I have no intention to even accuse her. But seeing Mas Daffa who very swiftly launched a defense for him, I became a fool myself.

“Iya, I know,” I replied briefly. Chewing a nice mushroom in my mouth a little rough because of the annoyance.

Patience Danisa, patience.

Now, for the next week, I have to be stuck with him in this house. What can I do if I'm alone with him?

“Sorry to say I last night, Danisa.”

Mas Daffa suddenly opened his mouth, removing the silence that had only been filled by the twang between the spoon and the plate. Making my head bow, I suddenly looked up to look at him.

What do I have to answer?

“It's okay Mas, after all it's the reality. I also prefer that Mas Daffa be honest.” I chimed in lightly, as if that was no problem. Although actually his words last night made my heart ache for whatever reason.

“I got carried away by emotions last night. I didn't mean to hurt you, Danisa. I also want to try to open my heart, because there is no way this marriage can continue without love.”

Duh, what do I have to answer? This awkwardness can kill me for a long time.

“Can, allow me to learn to love you.”

Eh?

I didn't hear wrong, did I?

I almost dropped my jaw when Mas Daffa said that sentence. The feeling is very unreasonable, because only last night he said that his heart only belongs to Mba Hana.

The fungus I ate felt indigestible, stuck in my throat, causing it to choke. Honestly I was in shock, I didn't even know what to respond to. My gaze was fixed on the two dark beads of Mas Daffa, wondering what he meant. Seriously he?

“I've been thinking all night, realizing you're hurt for my words. To me, the meaning of marriage is sacred and should not be tarnished. I have accepted this marriage, so I should also be responsible for you, the world and the Hereafter. For me, that is the duty that is charged to a husband.”

I am*******-******my fingerbook with nervous feeling. I thought, after last night's squabble, Mas Daffa would be cold and not consider my existence. Turns out I was wrong.

Mas Daffa is the wisest man I have ever met. At first I wondered why he was so obedient to the words and orders of Ms. Hana, but now I understand. No. gabe. He didn't because Hana asked. He did it because it was what he should have done as a husband. Ma'am Hana is just an alarm reminder when she may have forgotten.

Mas Daffa was a full husband, who always tried to obey the obligations he should have done. He is a grown man who is aware of responsibility. He made a mistake, but soon realized and apologized.

I smiled faintly, realizing I had been amazed by him in just one night. That Mas Daffa was not that bad, he also did not want to use me.

“Sorry Mas, last night I also acted out of bounds. Sorry me,” I said sincerely, bowed to realize that the beginning of last night's squabbling was me who could not control the tongue.

I was embarrassed, I provoked a commotion and made a murky problem, but Mas Daffa did not hesitate to apologize first.

Mas Daffa smiled faintly, looking at me with both of his dark irises which were now emitting a shady look. “I realize, you are too young to face marriage let alone not on your own accord. It should have been me who is more mature can guide you, but I failed because too carried away feelings of guilt on Hana.”

I didn't know what to answer, so I just kept listening to Mas Daffa, so that he could freely let out his heart.

“I'm also an ordinary man, Danisa. I made a lot of mistakes, maybe in the future I will not always be fair to you and Hana. But, if I hurt your heart, please rebuke me. Remind me that you are now my responsibility, your life, your happiness, your problems, I must take part in it.”

I don't know if I should be happy or sad, because it unconsciously means that Mas Daffa has actually begun to accept this marriage. I did not love him, or maybe not yet, but hearing his words this time made my heart feel calm for no reason.

“Can.”

“Ya?”

I looked up, staring right at her iris full of charm. Not expecting if the next speech he uttered, able to make a big earthquake that destroyed my heart.

“Teach me to be able to love you because of Allah.”