Who You Choose, My Husband

1. Who You Choose My Husband

*Love in the Orange Sky

Windi Ria Finola's

I looked at the orange sky at the end of the lake.

Withstand throbbing pain in the chest.

I don't know when this happiness will be present.

Expect to be considered to exist even though it is not perfect.

They demand that I be perfect.

While the fate line makes me helpless.

Why do you seek another love for the sake of the perfect?

I am still bound by you.

If love were for me, it would be like an orange sky.

Who is always present at the end of time and will lose after you leave.

I'm sincere.

For the sake of divine pleasure.

Aek Kanopan, March 23, 2023 ⁰⁰.⁰⁸WIB*

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Arsy Aprilia's name was pinned to him since his birth on this earth. She was a wife who loved her husband very much even though their marriage started from an arranged marriage. 

Haris Prasetya or mas Haris the name of Arsy since they married three years ago. Their age was 4 years when Haris was three-headed. Yes, Haris is 30 years old that means Arsy is 26 years old.

Arsy looked at the two middle-aged women in exchange and then turned to her husband who seemed silent. 

Instead, the sentence was spoken again, repeated by his own biological mother. "Why do we have to get married again to have children, Mom? The results also say I'm healthy, only we haven't been blessed by God." Arsy says that to Sandra's mother while gripping the edge of the sofa. 

"But your husband's family also needs a family successor, Arsy. Surely your husband also wants children" said Rahma's mother-in-law Arsy. 

The clutches of his hands grew stronger hearing his mother-in-law's words. Now, Arsy's in a cornered state. Moreover, lately Haris just silent when their debate about children. 

Arsy continued to mutter deeply so that his heart remained calm even though it had begun to waver. Now his gaze towards Haris who seemed to be silent from earlier. 

"Say something, ma'am." The word Arsy made his heart hurt even more when Haris just bowed without saying anything. 

Arsy no longer speaks, he prefers to leave the family room. Go into the room to the bathroom. Turn on the water faucet to disguise her crying. 

For two years now, Arsy has continued to be cornered by not being able to get pregnant and asking for permission to have to marry again. 

Moments later Arsy came out of the bathroom after being satisfied with crying and ablution. While wearing the face, he saw Haris enter the room. Not wanting to delay the obligation, Arsya immediately took a position to perform the prayer. 

Again in his worship, Arsy again cried bitterly to feel his destiny. Not yet healed due to the past, he was tested again after his heart again felt the halal love.

"Arsy," called Haris softly after seeing Arsy rubbing his face gently after praying.

Arsy turned his head, folded the prayer mat and then got up close to Haris. She sat next to her husband when he was signaled to sit there. Both seemed silent for a moment.

"Sorry I can't defend you, Arsy. She was also depressed every time she visited her mother's house. They always demanded that they marry again. But, by Allah, you wouldn't do that if you didn't allow it."

Arsy knew that Haris also felt depressed during her marriage. Haris is the eldest grandchild and only child. Lately she has never been to her husband's family home because she is not ready to receive and hear what always makes her heart hurt.

"Mas love me, don't you?" Ask Arsy to Haris.

Haris grabbed Arsy and let his wife's head rest on his chest. "You are not your first love. But, it is the duty of a man to love the woman he marries."

Arsy closed his eyes as Haris answered his question. Indeed, Haris once said that there are other women who are loved before marrying him. Although never told who the woman was, but Arsy sure. To this day, Haris still loves her.

"Married mas. God willing I am sincere and ridho."