The Young Wife's Rhyme

19. Promise On Paper

“Can, let me love you from now on.”

Those words were ringing continuously, making me unable to take my eyes off the figure of a man who was now busy turning his back on me. He did not complain when he saw a house that was so messy. Not reluctant to lighten his hands to clean up the mess I made for a week worse.

Dirty dishwasher that piles up so much. Dirty and sticky floor. The items scattered are also chaotic home conditions like a broken ship.

I looked at the mess I had made. But my body doesn't budge. Just busy watching Mas Daffa who intervened to clean everything up by himself.

“Sorry Mas.”

That phrase just came out of my mouth. Why am I carried away by my emotions and express my frustration over the words of people to Mas Daffa. I might have hurt her with my words earlier.

Mas Daffa turned his head, he showed me no other expression than the little smile he was reviewing on his lips. “I should apologize for hurting you unconsciously, until you have to issue such a harsh ultimatum.” He chuckled sweetly, again washing dishes and dirty glasses that were still piling up.

I can't bear to curl a thin smile. Hearing him call himself with ‘aku’ made me realize that he is currently in a relaxed mode.

I don't even understand all the changes myself. That I could easily explode until I was depressed. But with a few words of tranquillity by Mas Daffa, I burst back.

I cannot be understood, even by myself the owner of the body.

“Can, please don't say such a thing again. To be honest, my heart was immediately torn to shreds hearing you ask for a divorce. Though we have previously agreed to be patient and learn to love each other.”

I thinned my lips, sighing long. ”Mas, I want to be patient. I don't know why I'm so confused about myself. I feel like I'm having a hard time trusting anyone including you.”

Mas Daffa, who had finished his work, now sat down before me. With a slight stiff step, he reached out and clasped my hand suddenly. Of course, it made my body stiffen and confused because he did not expect if he had dared to act forward to touch me first.

“Look, how about we make an agreement on paper? Maybe if you make a verbally unreliable agreement, let's make a legally based agreement. So, if one day I break it and make you feel wronged, you can hold me accountable.”

I cringe, confused. “Means like a written contract?”

Mas Daffa chimed in with a nod. Not waiting for my approval, he got up, made our hands come off. It didn't take long for him, he came back with a blank sheet of hvs paper and a black ballpoint pen.

Daffa thrust both of them in front of me. A small smile beckoned me to start first.

“You just write what you want to ask of me. Of course as much as possible I will keep that promise,” he said to make me flabbergasted.

I stared at the blank sheet of paper blankly. How yes? Now my heart is back in flutter. I felt bad for not believing in my husband. I shouldn't be like this, right?

“You were just writing, Mas,” broke up after thinking for a while. “You have to make your own promise. You must make an appointment that you must be able to keep later.”

Mas Daffa was silent for a moment, looking at me with a hard to interpret look. But in the end, he scribbled the plain paper. Write down a few sentences that he will make for me.

It didn't take long for Mas Daffa to sign his signature. As if he was very prepared and would accept the consequences if he violated it. He thrust it at me as soon as he finished signing it.

I smiled faintly reading the short sentence of the agreement.

I, who signed below :

Daffa Hamizan Ghani as the husband of Danisa Ainun Mahya, promised :

1.     Will always try to make Danisa happy.

2.     It will always be fair to Danisa or Hana.

4.     I will try to be a good and professional husband.

If one day I renege on this agreement, I will accept every consequence that Danisa has already established as a second party. As for the consequences is whatever Danisa wants I will grant.

Marked,

Daffa Hamizan Ghani

“Why does the sentence seem to mean the same thing?” ask me after reading the contents of the agreement handwritten by Mas Daffa.

Mas Daffa smiled wryly. “Because everything aims the same, as written in the first point. Will try to make Danisa happy.”

I don't know if talking sweet is Mas Daffa's skill, but it seems like it is. For every utterance that comes out of his mouth is sweet and intoxicating. Strangely, I still believe and get lost.

“Can,” call him again. His heavy, low voice seemed to force my head to look up into his eyes.

I was silent for a moment, not answering his call. But I could see his lips covered in a faint smile.

“Can I hug you?”

Eh?

I'm tergugu. Swaying, and gnawing on my two beads was shocked at the question.

Very polite and melodious through my rung. It made my body fixate on that sudden question. Even now my heart feels like it wants to jump out of place.

Mas Daffa looked at me unblinkingly, as if waiting for a definitive answer from me. I was worried. It is true that we are married, but I still did not expect Mas Daffa to ask permission just to hug his own wife.

“Bby?” ask her again to be sure, looking at my face that might imply doubt and surprise.

In the end I nodded. Other than that I couldn't resist, I don't know why my body and my heart were screaming for it.

I realized that as a wife, I had not even fulfilled my duty at all to fulfill my husband's inner living. But Mas Daffa never insisted and patiently waited for me to be ready. And this time, just to hug me he asked for permission.

Daffa smiled. Dragging a step closer to me until in an instant, my body was already in its warm embrace.

Ah, so this is how it feels.

Very warm and comfortable.

I closed both my beads, permeating the warm feeling that flowed through my blood, making him rustle violently. Also inhaled deeply the aroma of Mas Daffa's favorite mint that emanated from his body.

Surprisingly, I felt safe when Mas Daffa embraced me.

I smiled faintly at the rumbling of Mas Daffa's heart as my face sank into the chest of his field. Even with mine, as if a simple one filled the only sound in this dining room.

I can't understand what that beat means. But I hope it's a good sign for our relationship going forward.

Yeah, I hope so.