Trust & Love

Trust & Love (013)

Tonight, Naysila felt even quieter than usual. Because usually a lot of voices people know in his house. But tonight there is no more, other than the zulfikar alone who is still faithful to read the surah yasin and continued with do'a tahlil it was finished before the issue seems to be.

It was already 11pm, and Naysila had not been able to close her eyes as well. I don't know why he's being this coward now?

People say the myth is that people die not yet 40 days, he said his spirit is still wandering in the house.

Naysila's mind was laughing considering the myths that she often heard when playing with her friends first.

While daydreaming, suddenly the sound of a fight between two cats made Naysila almost hang.

"Astagfirullah, astagfirullah." Naysila rubbed her chest slowly, "Gpp, gpp. There's nothing." Naysila tried to calm down and slowly pulled the blanket up to the tip of her head.

Five minutes later when Naysila almost slept trying to fight all her fear, suddenly an object fell right on her blanket. He just came out of his room.

"Huaaaa," screech. He glanced left and right at the middle of his house.

"There is no mother, and Ayesha has returned. Who else can accompany me to sleep?" Naysila looked confusedly outside her room.

While in a state of turmoil, Naysila suddenly remembered someone who lived next to her room.

By gathering all the energy and putting aside the prestige of being able to sleep tonight, Naysila finally tried to knock on the door next to her room

Tock-a-tock

No answer, again.

Tock-a-tock

There was still no response either, Naysila glanced at left right fearing that there were creepy eyes staring at her.

"Hey, you .. have not slept?" great-grandson Naysila hesitantly.

Slowly I heard the door lock open. The man who was still complete with a scabbard and peci in his head looked at the confused naysila.

"Well, what's up, Nay?" ask Zulfikar wonder.

"Can I ask you a favor?" naysila said as she continued to link her fingers.

"Can, what?" sahut Zulfiqar's.

Silent for a while, Zulfikar knitted his brows in wonder, actually what this woman before him wanted.

With all her strength Naysila took a deep breath "Temenin I slept!" naysila great-grandson.

Zulfikar fused his eyebrows back in wonder.

Is this woman delirious?

But no, it seemed like he was aware of his words.

"All right, wait a minute!"

Without further question, Zulfikar confirmed Naysila's request. They are already married anyway. There is no harm in sleeping in the same room.

After storing his black sarong and peci, Zulfikar closed the door of the room and followed the steps of the woman in front of him. Actually, if I'm honest, Zulfikar was awkward half-dead if he had to accompany Naysila to sleep tonight. But after all they have married wives, so they should have slept one room.

Naysila opened the closet and took out a thick fur carpet. He immediately threw it on the floor next to his bed.

"Well, what's that for?" ask Zulfikar wonder. Naysila took one pillow and one roll from her bed

"To sleep," he said flatly.

Zulfikar was still confused, "You mean?"

"Of course, you sleep in my bed! don't ask too many questions! .. Call me who asks for help so I know myself." Naysila began to lay her body on the carpet.

Just now Zulfikar imagined what it would be like to sleep together like a newlywed, but again the feeling was broken just like that when he saw his wife chose to sleep on the carpet. What was on his wife's mind at the time? I don't know, only he and God know, Zulfikar thought.

***

The alarm goes off, The clock shows at 05:00 in the morning. Naysila fumbled around the nightstand looking for that square item.

Be able

Naysila pulled the slide on her phone screen to stop the sound, then put the phone back in its original. He rubbed his eyes rushing to take ablution to the bathroom.

"Lohh ko I sleep here?" Naysila was aghast as she recalled that she should have slept on the carpet. But the carpet in question is now gone somewhere.

Where did that man go? and where did he sleep last night?

Faintly Naysila heard the sound of people cutting vegetables in the kitchen. But who? Mammy? My God, his bad thoughts are back.

"No..no," Naysila brushed off her thoughts and then, "is it okay, Sister Ais?.. But where could she have come so early?" inner Naysila. Out of curiosity, he slowly got off the bed and came out of his room.

Tock-a-tock

The sound of knives fighting each other was apparently done by a man.

"Eh, are you awake?" Zulfikar saw the coming of Naysila.

"Hmpppp," answered Naysila as necessary, then he sat down on the dining table chair.

"What are you doing?" ask Naysila.

"Porridge cooking for Father."

"Ohhh," Naysila glanced at that half-finished porridge.

Can he cook porridge?

How's it feel?

Naysila wondered because she had never once made a dish called porridge.

"Why?" asked Zulfikar who stopped his activities while looking at the woman beside him.

"Gpp" answered Naysila and turned his eyes.

"Solat has?" tanya Zulfikar while cutting vegetables again.

Naysila shook her head, "Newly will."

"Judah, it's daytime!"

"Yes .. 'don't tell me." Naysila turned her back to her room.

But throughout his journey, something was troubling his mind. He forgot his intention to ask the man. Finally he turned his body again.

"Hmpppp ehhh you," called Naysila, made the owner stare.

"Why?... Want to try?" asked Zulfikar who was refocusing on the pot before him.

"No." Naysila took a deep breath while staring at the back of the man who was still busy stirring his porridge.

"Semalem I slept in ...."

"Oh that, as soon as it rains. I kept seeing you cold, so I moved you upstairs. Sorry for being so polite. I just don't have the heart to see you shiver" Zulfikar replied clearly before Naysila finished her question.

Oh, so it's like that.

Naysila had no memory of the incident last night. But in any case he should thank the man before him because thanks to his kindness he did not catch a cold.

"But be calm! I'm not saying you are. I don't sleep with you either." continued Zulfikar.

From the beginning Zulfikar did not sleep on the mattress as Naysila ordered. He prefers a sofa by the window to lay down his body while occasionally staring at the woman curled up on the edge of the mattress. Zulfikar was nervous to the point that he could not sleep. His mind was staring at many things.

*Why can I marry a woman I don't love at all?

If only the woman in front of me was Nurul.

If only I had been quicker to express my feelings to Nurul. Maybe right now, he's the one here with me*.

Suppose and suppose.

There were so many 'provisions' that enveloped Zulfikar's mind that night, that he did not realize that time had shown at 3 am he finally chose to teach while waiting for dawn.

"Ohhh ... Thank you, Yaudah" Naysila said as necessary after hearing the reply FROM Zulfikar. Actually there are still many things that Naysila wants to ask such as :

Then where do you sleep

How do you move my body?

And so forth.

But seeing the busyness of Zulfikar seems like this is not the right time, after all he must immediately fulfill his obligations before the sun rises in the eastern horizon.