The Young Wife's Rhyme

8. Extraordinary Woman

I woke up this morning with a better body than yesterday. The conversation with Mas Daffa last night, made me start to accept this situation. It's not easy, but I'm trying. After all, everything has happened, and I have no choice but to accept this situation.

Ah, actually I can choose the option to go and demand a divorce, because I think this has indeed entered the realm of fraud. But, thinking of the effects that my family might receive, I undo that intention.

I've talked everything over with Mas Daffa. About this marriage, how my family's really doing that forced me to agree to this marriage. Also about my college which is not finished and still entering fourth semester.

Thank God, Mas Daffa let me continue my education, of course with all the costs that will be borne by him. Also, he said in exchange for his family that had deceived me and forced this marriage.

Even if I regret it at one time. Why can I be a woman who is easily bought with money. But how else, I can't sacrifice my family for my own happiness. After all, everything in the world is money-oriented, right?

I immediately flicked away the curtains covering the large window in my room. Letting the sunlight through the thick glass installed in this spacious and quiet room. Imbibing the warm rays of the morning sun, I smiled a little. Deciding to strengthen the heart to face the shock that may be about to occur begins

now it's.

About being a second wife.

Never once did I imagine that I would experience all of this. Before, I was strongly against polygamy. Also has a hard principle if you do not want to be married to another woman if you are married.

Funny too. Now the principle is just blurred because it is lost by the circumstances and economic hit of course. It is true, however strong we may be in principle, that we will lose when God wills another way.

I stepped out of the room, walking around this big house alone. Yeah, alone. Where is my husband? The answer is of course to go home to his first wife. After all, there was nothing he could do here, with the foreign woman who had suddenly become his wife on the basis of coercion. Of course it is better to go home to a wife whom he really marries out of love.

Grievous indeed. But I'm okay, I don't love him anyway.

In silence in my solitude, suddenly Kak Rendra's shadow began to cross my mind. A few moments I was washed away, but as hard as I tried to push aside so that he disappeared.

“Can I be crazy if I think I keep gini.” I cursed myself who was presumptuously thinking of another man when he was married. Knocked on my forehead a few times so my brain could think straight again.

“Can, you why?”

Eh, jesus!

My heart slipped as a voice greeted my soul abruptly. My two beads were rounded as I turned around and found Mas Daffa was already here. Though I had not heard the sound of the door being knocked or opened, even with his footsteps.

“Mas Daffa when to get here? No voice,” said slowly while massaging the chest, still surprised.

“Nganterin food for you breakfast. Yesterday I did not have time to fill the refrigerator for your supplies here, and have not had time to find you a household assistant,” said Mas Daffa.

The man already looked neat in an office shirt suit. His arms he rolled up to the elbows, revealing his hand muscles that looked burly and full of protruding veins. His hair was neatly arranged, his face looked freshly groomed with a charming thin mustache. I held my breath for a moment looking at it, it was my husband's hand, but I hadn't had a chance to touch it even once.

I tried to smile, receiving a helping handbag that Mas Daffa had given me. “No need to use a domestic assistant kok Mas, I used to do my own homework.”

“Nothing, let you later not fuss if after college, or fitting your duties again so there is a help,” said Mas Daffa softly. He's a really nice guy, only I wouldn't feel good if he treated me like this. “Oh yes, Hana wants to meet you, she is again in the car briefly get ready,” he continued to make me glare in shock.

“Mbak Hana, your wife Mas?” I screamed unconsciously.

Mas Daffa laughed at my panicked face, I don't know what's funny. I was really shocked because I was not ready to meet my first wife. I'm just confused, what should I tell him later.

“Yes, why are you surprised? Take it easy, Hana is good and will not bite you kok,” said Mas Daffa chuckled.

Huh, nothing funny! I was really freaked out by this sudden shock and my brain couldn't be used to think.

“Assalamu’alaikum.”

Finally the soft voice echoed into the room. A woman with her long, dangling veil appeared, walking up to me with a big smile.

“Wa’alaikumsalam.” Mas Daffa and I answered compactly, only my voice intonation was so slow because I did not expect to meet Ms. Hana so soon.

I was amazed when Ma'am Hana was really in front of me. Subhanallah, she's really pretty. His face was gentle with a radiant aura plus his delicate and polite speech. His smile was also very soothing, bright and warm like the morning sun. I was truly fascinated by her beauty that radiated so gracefully.

“Halo Danisa, hello. My name is Hana Fairuz Marwah, just call me Ma'am Hana.”

God, even her name is so beautiful. Highly reflects the person and his personality. Once again, I fell on his charm.

“Halo Mbak Hana, my name is Danisa Ainun Mahya,” reply I smile.

“Your eyes are beautiful, surely that's why you are named Ainun Mahya.” Ma'am Hana smiled again, really did not seem to be the hatred that emanated from both eyes. He even inched forward, hugging me warmly while stroking my back slowly. “Thank you for accepting Mas Daffa's proposal, I am grateful that you are willing to be my honeymoon. God willing, may we always get along, Danisa.”

I was silent, not knowing how to reply to Hana's words. I feel like I want to cry more. Nope. Not crying for me, but crying for Hana.

How could he be so patient and magnanimous when he was combined?

I'm tergugu. Both of my hands stretched out, returning the embrace of Mbak Hana no less warm. I can feel the heartbeat of Mbak Hana increasingly rhythmic erratic. Ma'am, what are you feeling?

Whether it was the raging pain, or your deeply wounded mind, I was amazed. You are able to overcome all of that and accept myself coming into your life all of a sudden. I grimaced painfully, making me unconsciously shed tears.

Ma'am Hana, you really are an amazing woman.