The Young Wife's Rhyme

14. First Date

Ambarava.

A subdistrict in Semarang Regency that is famous for the Ambarawa Palagan event. A place that contains a lot of past history, the time when the country of Indonesia was colonized.

Many historical forts and museums that hold dark evidence of the colonial period here. But now, this place has transformed into a beautiful city. With its green scenery of mountains and hills that will spoil the eyes along the road, the cool air, as well as the many natural and historical attractions.

I scanned every corner of the railway museum that holds memorials and collections of trains from age to age. Although I was nineteen years old born and raised in Semarang, but this is the first time I have ventured here.

Of course, do not forget to take each of these valuable portraits. Because I rarely travel, I have to take pictures as much as possible to be used as a memory in the future.

“You want me to photoin?” haggar Mas Daffa who might not be able to stand it because I was busy with my digital camera.

Yeah, I always take my camera with me anywhere. Because in addition to hobbies confide in books, I also really like to photograph anything that I find interesting.

“I don't like to be photographed, I'm more like motoin,” I replied while looking at my shots.

“Mas, look here!” I pulled Mas Daffa's arm involuntarily. As soon as I saw him laughing, I immediately pressed the click button and the portrait of him was now stored sweetly in my memory.

I smiled, not poking at his grunts that were photographed all of a sudden. He even whined to see the photos, but I immediately refused. I puckered a little when I realized that the picture was a little blur because Mas Daffa was moving too much.

But it's okay, the most important thing is that I already have a picture of him.

“Abis where else to go?” ask Mas Daffa.

“Rome,” I replied making him instantly frown in wonder.

“You're satisfied I just entered the museum?”

I nodded with a chuckle, it was funny to see his very natural expression of shock. “Iya, I've been taken for a walk. Where else is Malem going?”

Mas Daffa chuckled small, like thinking hard. I just watch it while checking my photos occasionally. Before long, Mas Daffa snapped his fingers and put on a gleeful face.

“Come to Eling Clear! Maybe if the night view of the mountain and blue sky is not visible, but we can see the stars while having a romantic dinner there,” he said excitedly.

I chuckle amusedly. Now I can see the other side of Mas Daffa that has just appeared. It turns out that behind his mature and calm attitude, he can also act like a child. Full of excitement and cheerfulness.

I had no choice but to resign when my hand was pulled towards the car. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I was being forced, it's just a figure of speech when Mas Daffa took my hand gently. I told you, he's a nice guy who respects women a lot.

Mas Daffa's big hands were warm, big and strong. I felt very protected when I was in his grasp. It feels very comfortable and I don't want to let go.

Smiling, my gaze moved slowly towards his fast-paced and excited figure. Also her tireless looking face showed off a beautiful smile. This scene reminds me of a romantic novel I read a lot in Junior High.

I used to be very curious about what it was like to walk side by side with my hands held by the man I liked. But only this time I had the opportunity to feel it, when it was in the halal bond of marriage.

Although at the beginning I refused this marriage, but now I am grateful because the first man who held my hand was Mas Daffa. Maybe this marriage will not be forever beautiful, but for now I just want to be grateful and enjoy it.

“Eat a snack first make a hungry wedge.”

Arriving in the car, Mas Daffa offered a plastic bag of various snacks that he stored in the back seat. I thinned my lips, seeing the amount of food he prepared.

“You eat first, I want to focus on driving first.” He smiled and patted the top of my head slowly.

O Allah, I know that You are the One Who Turns the Heart of Man. But there was a speck of doubt in my heart to see the great change of Mas Daffa in just a few days. I wondered if he was trying to love me or just treat me well out of guilt.

Ah, me and my bad thoughts again.

I shook my head, trying to shake off the ugly shadows that haunted me. Though only a few minutes ago I was still in flowers, but in an instant it immediately changed when bad thoughts began to take over.

“Mas Daffa,” call me soft. Stop chewing those cassava chips I really like.

“Hm?”

“Are you happy today?”

The small smile that had been gracing his face, immediately loosened, replaced by a confused look. The radiant radiance of his eyes also dimmed, making my bad thoughts even more powerful over my heart.

“Why are you doing that?”

Daffa did not answer. It took him a few minutes to make a sound on a simple question but with a very complicated answer.

“Mas, please don't push yourself too hard to make me happy. If you yourself are not happy for what you do for me, what does it all mean?”

The grip of Mas Daffa's hand on the steering wheel seemed to harden, making me wonder. Mom, what exactly are you thinking?

Mas Daffa took a deep breath, smiling faintly afterwards. “There, maybe you think so because our marriage is not a normal marriage like the others. But please believe me, that whatever I do now for you, it is sincere from the bottom of my heart.”

I was just asking if you were happy. Why move on to something else?

“I'm trying. Whether it makes me happy or not, as long as it makes you happy, I'll be happy. At least we should try to get closer to each other, so I asked you out today.”

Dating huh?

Huh, I really didn't think of getting there.

So this was our first date. The journey to the final step with a final love for each other, is still very far away and there are no signs yet.

“There, I want from now on we don't have to think too much about each other's feelings. Let's go through the day normally and keep trying to knock on each other's heart doors. I'm sure that love will grow on its own.”

My head was down, my lips were smiling. Who knew my heart was hurt?

Nope. I'm not ungrateful for everything, but I'm too sensitive. Always put feelings above everything else. Although I know that all Mas Daffa's sayings are not wrong.

Is correct. In cases like this, we should try each other. It won't work if only one tries and the other just holds hands.

I strengthen my heart. Trying to remove the little scratches left in my heart. I threw my sweetest smile at my husband.

“OK my husband. Let's fall in love with each other! Let's date as often as possible.”