Who You Choose, My Husband

3. Who You Choose My Husband

Love is like the wind

Unable to grasp

Cannot be approached

Love can only be felt by those who are sensitive

Gentle, considerate, and loving treatment

It does not guarantee that someone loves

Adeptly carrying a weak heart flying over the clouds

More skillfully pushed him into the abyss

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Arsy hitting his chest feels really tight. Crying when praying, praying for forgiveness has not been able to meridhoi the path of destiny that befalls him. Throughout the night Arsy can not sleep for the sake of complaining all that is felt. If all this time he could hold back the tears before the creation of God, neither before the Creator. Arsy will shed his tears, complain about everything he feels.

It really hurts, God. Arsy is not able to. 

Yeah, correct. 

Tomorrow is the day when Arsy will be the old wife or the first wife.

Tomorrow is the day her best friend becomes her honey.

Tomorrow is the day that her husband's love will be shared with his best friend.

Arsy came back crying as if remembering the father had not returned. He missed the warm embrace of his first love. 

****

Arsy blinked his eyes as sunlight barged in through the blinding gap of his eyes. Surprised to realize that he had fallen asleep on the bed. He was quick to take off and fold the prayer mat and then put it into its usual place. Then go into the bathroom to clean yourself up.

After she finished her bath and prepared to attend her husband's wedding. When he was about to leave the room, he saw Haris had just entered the room still with clothes last night. Arsy was shocked to realize that her husband did not sleep in the room last night.

"Mas" said Arsy, developing a smile like nothing painful will happen in the future.

Approached Haris who was still standing pecking after closing the door. "Why not ready yet, mom? The akad event is about to start," said Arsy softly. As if there was no problem whatsoever even though his heart had actually been broken into pieces.

Haris looked at Arsy with meaning that was hard to express. "Are you sure you gave me permission to remarry, Arsy?" 

Arsene smiled again. So sweet. "God is sure, sir. I know Laila. She's a smart, nice girl, and sholehah. You won't regret marrying Laila. Hopefully, once you get married, you'll be pregnant." 

By Allah. Arsy's heart is like a crumple saying a sentence that explains that his best friend is a dream woman. He was jealous of having honey better than him. 

Arsy smiles again and rubs the back of Haris' hand to make sure that he is okay. Her eyes closed as Haris gave her a warm hug that always made her calmer. But after a few more hours. The hug will be divided, no longer belonging to the whole Arsy.

"Bath bath, yes. Arsy ready to wear a gold shirt," Arsy took off the warm embrace as soon as possible. Not wanting to cry in front of Haris. 

Haris just nodded in accordance with Arsy's words just now. The man went into the bathroom. Arsy opens Haris' closet. He took the new black suit he hung last night. The suit he got for giving Rahma's mother specially charged Haris for the marriage contract this morning. 

Swabbed his cheek which had been drained by a clear circle from his eyes. Her memory revolved a few years ago when she had just married Haris. How happy his heart was at that time, he felt his life was perfect when the prayer he was praying was answered. Now, he must accept the fate that his condition is no longer the only one.

"Please tell me you don't agree to remarry, Arsy. Mas do not want to make you sad," said Haris just out of the bathroom saw Arsy smothering his mouth, his back shook, and hugged tightly the suit he would wear.

"Arsy," great-grandson Haris slowly.

Arsya turned towards Haris with a sweet smile that always adorned her beautiful face. Ah, this woman is very good at hiding grief. It is very interesting to draw both corners of the lips to form a smile.

Arsy walked up to Haris and gave a momentary hug. "Arsy sincerely, mas." He handed over the suit and the others to Haris. "Hurry and prepare, mas. You and Laila will be starting in an hour."

Haris let out a long sigh then immediately passed from before Arsy. 

Arsy's eyes glazed over to see Haris and he continued to beg God to make the clockwork go very slow because he did not want Haris to get married again.

****

"Congratulations, Laila." Arsy said so stoic in front of Haris and Laila who had just done a marriage contract.

Laila seemed clumsy to accept Arsy's words. Really, he was very astonished by his mad brother. Why willing?

While Haris looked at Arsy so pias. He immediately held his first wife when he stood in front of him. But look, Arsy didn't cry at all. 

"Congratulations on the wedding, ma'am. May this marriage bring blessings and be a field of reward for us" said Arsy sincerely and steadfastly.

Arsy looked at Haris in love. "I went there first, Mas. I'm so hungry" said Arsy, rushing away because he couldn't hold back his tears. 

He went into the kitchen. After the marriage contract in the living room, Rahma's mother made a dinner together in the backyard. From inside the kitchen, Arsy sees people seem to rejoice including his own biological mother. 

While looking out, Arsy squeezes his gamid right on the chest because it feels very tight. Why doesn't anyone realize they're not okay? Arsy's heart is wounded. Arsy's heart has been crushed.

It's lunch time. Arsy helps ART serve the lunch menu at a long table that has been arranged in the backyard. Arsy showed himself no sadness from the look on his face. 

"Let Laila learn to serve Haris as well, Arsy. Moreover, today is the first day Laila became Haris' wife," Sandra's mother's reprimand surprised Arsy who wanted to take food for Haris as usual. He held the plate he held. Arsy forgets that Laila is between him and Haris.

Arsy closed his eyes for a moment. Why should her own mother rebuke her? While Laila's mother had just been quiet. Why is this sick? Shouldn't her mother also be sad about the fate that befell her child?

"Astaghfirullah's. Arsy forgot, sorry Laila. It's Haris's plate. You get it, yeah." 

Laila accepted and looked clumsy. 

Arsy watches Laila get food for Haris. A frown on his forehead after feeling something. However, he was tepis because he did not want to be bad to think.

****

Arsy and Laila clean up the dirty dishes used for dinner together. Haris had brought his two wives home. At first Arsy did not want to come and chose to stay at Sandra's mother's house for a few days to make room for Haris and Laila. For what she knew was that her husband had not known Laila. However, Haris still took Arsy home together.

"Arsh. Are you angry that I married Mas Haris?" Ask Laila slowly.

For a moment Arsy was silent for a moment looking at Laila and then smiled a smile. "I should have asked that, Laila. Are you mad I asked you to be my madam?" 

There is no answer from Laila and Arsy is reluctant to wait for an answer from his own question. Not a disrespectful intention, just that Arsy had guessed that hearing Laila's answer would hurt his heart that had melted.

"Then came Haris in your room, Laila. I'm going to sleep soon" Arsy and Laila said. 

However, Arsy remembered something and was about to call Laila. Unfortunately, Laila was not seen. Finally Arsy decided to make green tea that Haris always drank before going to bed. He himself will take them to their room. Hopefully, the newlyweds haven't done anything yet, he thought.

Arsy carefully brings a glass of green tea to Haris and Laila's bridal room. When his hand was about to swing knock on the door, Arsy accidentally heard something that made his body fall to the floor. The crying broke again.

It is this painful, O God. Why not be honest from the beginning? Oh Allah…