
Naura opened the door to her room, and then took her husband in.
"No change at all."
Tama said as soon as he entered the room. Last time he came to Naura's boarding house was three years ago, when Naura had just moved into this boarding room.
"The name is also room boarding, mas. Yeah, this is how it is." Replied Naura who had just entered with her big bag.
Tama sat on the bed that used to be Zahra's place. He shook the bed, and lay there.
"I'm sorry, because I never got to reply to messages and answer the phone adek."
Naura, who was just about to put the clothes from the bag she was carrying in the closet, turned to her husband when she heard him call her adek again.
"Then now, the training is over, ma'am?"
"M." Mmm."
Although only answered with the letter m, Naura smiled happily. At least her husband responded.
"Have you eaten?"
"Yet. Have you eaten?"
"Not yet."
"Then, I'll buy some good food ahead."
Naura directly stepped out of her boarding room. He's headed for the rice stall ahead. He bought two packs of white rice, while the side dishes were separated. Naura ordered, clear vegetables, green sambal and roasted chicken. After her order was ready, Naura went straight back to her room.
When she arrived at the room, Tama was in the bathroom.
"Mas, here's the food!" Naura cried while arranging the food on a plate that was available at the boarding house.
A few seconds later, Tama came out of the bathroom. Apparently he washed his face.
"Eat first."
They finally ate the lunch with gourmand. And Naura was happy, because this was the first time they had eaten together after becoming husband and wife.
After eating, Tama immediately washed her hands with soap, she also gargled. Then he berwudu to perform zuhur prayer.
"Dek, would you like to pray Zuhur congregation?"
The question is romantic according to Naura. He smiled happily while nodding.
"Go wudu. Wait for me."
Naura nodded. He immediately ablaze. Then they also pray Zuhur.
One day, Tama asked Naura to kiss her hand and she kissed Naura on the forehead.
This is the happiness that mothers say, when husband and wife worship together. His heart is flowering. It feels really happy.
"Daddy, try this shirt."
Tama who has cleaned the prayer mat and also has stripped the peci and the sheath cloth langung take something from inside his backpack.
"What clothes, mas?"
Naura was astonished when she took the small plastic, which Naura said would not fit inside.
"wear. Mas wait!"
Naura immediately cleaned her mukena and alphabet. She brought a small plastic gift from her husband to the bathroom. Naura opened the plastic inside which is a very thin, bright shirt and more appropriately called women's underwear to tempt men.
Naura's eyes fiddled at the soft pink evening dress. "I don't want to wear this shirt."
"Dec, how long!" Called Tama who had taken off her clothes. Now he only uses bokser. He lay on the bed looking at his cell phone screen.
"Yes, mas. Just a minute."
Naura lowered her head. He hated that shirt. "I have to wear it. After all, wearing this shirt in front of the husband means pleasing the husband..."
"Wouldn't pleasing a husband be worth worshiping for a wife. Yeah, I'm wearing this shirt just to make my husband happy."
After putting on that shirt Naura closed her eyes, she did not want to see her reflection in that bright little shirt in the mirror.
"Dad!" Tama called again. His face seemed annoyed at the long wait.
"Yes, um."
Naura finally came out of the bathroom. He seemed uncomfortable wearing that shirt.
Tama's eyes bulged out as if she was about to come out of place while staring at how seductive Naura was when she put on that shirt. Then Tama patted the bed nearby. He gave the code for Naura to approach him.
It's still noon, mas. What's gotta be now?
Naura stepped up while trying to cover the important parts of her body that were printed clearly because the shirt was very thin to look at.
"Speed!"
Tama pulls Naura's hand, until Naura falls in her arms.
Naura thought, Tama will treat her lovingly. Like starting by praising him, or peeping his forehead, and stroking him. Like the procedure of husband and wife he had read in one of the books that teach how to relate husband and wife.
Naura was wrong. He was given no aba at all. Tama just get to the point and don't care at all about Naura's feelings. He performed many times with various positions he liked despite being uncomfortable for Naura.
After feeling satisfied, Tama immediately cleaned herself into the bathroom. He left Naura who was still lying limp like a lifeless doll.
Naura's heart was broken. She felt as if she was just being made pe mu as naf su for her husband. Her tears dripped instantly, she buried her face in the pillow crying to sleep.
Get out of the bathroom. He snorted ji jik looked at Naura who was already sleeping without enveloping herself.
"I can't give my heart to you Naura." His whisper.
Then Tama lay on a different bed. He also fell asleep because he felt tired after doing activities that he only liked himself.
Naura and Tama are asleep. Zahra and Baim had just arrived at the inn they had rented before.
"So I'm gonna call Naura."
Zahra let Baim do it himself. And Baim has no problem with that. She was happy to do the housework to help Zahra when Zahra had not had time or any other business.
"Why didn't Naura answer my call…"
"Let's call again. Naura was a newlywed who separated after the wedding day, now they have just met again. You think, what are they gonna do?"
Baim explains to his wife who seems upset about not being able to contact his best friend.
"Is that so?"
"Yes dear. The proof is us." Baim immediately hugged Zahra from behind.
"Being the New Bride, it feels like you want to keep going hugging, hand in hand, kissing…"
Not done Baim talk, Zahra had already kissed her husband's cheek.
"Dear who started first. Don't be sorry…"
Baim carried Zahra, and laid her on the bed. Next, you must know what a pair of newlyweds who love each other and are drunk on love will do.
Zahra is very lucky to be married to Baim, the man she has been dating for the past five years. While Naura, must feel the bitterness of being a newlywed, because married to a man who apparently does not have the slightest love for her.