Who You Choose, My Husband

4. Who You Choose My Husband

Arsy looked at his appearance and face. Closing your eyes calms your heart for a moment. Bismilbornrahmanirrahim's. 

Arsy wears a veil or niqob. After knowing the truth last night. He made his heart decide to cover his face. Her heart was really sick of everything that happened to her.

His breathing felt so heavy. Moreover, seeing Haris and Laila look friendly serving breakfast together. Seeing the appearance of Laila not wearing a hijab with her wet hair already explained that they had done a beautiful wedding night.

Indeed, during holidays all ART at home is given a holiday so it is free not to wear the hijab inside the house. Arsy is like that usually. But not with this heart and so on.

Instantly thinking that made Arsy stop his steps for a moment to calm his own heart. It was very different when she married him. In the past, Haris took a week to finally give her an inner living. 

"Arsh. You wear a veil?" Laila asked when Arsy had just walked into the kitchen.

Arsy smiled behind the veil with a nod. It seemed that Haris was staring at him so intensely that it could not be interpreted by him. 

"Sorry, yeah. I didn't help you prepare breakfast, just now." Laila said again looking guilty. However, a second later Laila glanced at Haris blushing in embarrassment.

Looky. Who is not jealous to see the behavior of two people like being drunk in love? Arsy is also a woman, it certainly feels the same way. 

Aisyah Radhiyallahu Anhu alone has a jealous nature let alone Arsy who is only a woman of the end times?

Arsy nodded in understanding. It is true, after the dawn prayers Arsy went to cook and kept the food in the cupboard. Laila warms up. 

Arsy starts breakfast in silence. No longer trying to serve Haris because it's still Laila's time. "Don't eat too spicy, mas. Later your stomach hurts," she reminded Haris because her husband had to go to the hospital several times due to spicy food. Arsy also reminds Haris because Laila put the rica-rica duck, not the cooking. He believes the one who cooks is Laila. 

Laila stopped the movement. Frown. "Don't Haris like it spicy, Sy?" 

Arsy smiled wryly at Laila's question that accidentally slipped that the honey had long been close to her husband. Mas Haris likes spicy? Even during the three years of being Haris' wife, Aisyah did not know that. Because his late father-in-law reminded that Haris had stomach acid since college. That's why Arsy never cooks dishes too spicy. Haris was admitted to the hospital because he failed to keep Haris eating outside the house.

Arsy looked at Haris looking misbehaved by his gaze. 

"Just like this, Laila. Mas also want to burn it," said Haris want to take the indigo-made burn Arsy.

"Take what's on the plate first, mas. Do not overeat. Nila burn me can be given to auntie, later." Of course Arsy knows that Haris did it just to be fair. But, in fact Haris has been unfair since the beginning to give an inner living. 

Haris looked clumsy after Arsy said that just now. Finally, they ate in silence. After eating too Arsy was being nice as usual. Still remains a meek Arsy like nothing painful happens.

"Mas. Arsy wants to look at me," Arsy's permission after washing dishes with Laila. He follows Haris in the living room followed by Laila.

Haris wants to get the car keys.

"Where are you going?" Arsy asked to see Haris walking towards him. 

Haris looked at the key he held. "Your ear."

Arsy chuckles in pain. If only Laila had refused the request of the in-laws and accepted the offer of becoming her honeymoon. If Haris refuses to marry Laila, if he does not know the truth. Surely Arsy will feel happy and immediately accept Haris' offer to take him. 

But. things have changed.

"No need, my mom. Arsy just took a taxi. Rest with Laila, you must have cape." Arsy grabs Haris hand and kisses Haris back. "Arsy's leaving. Assalamualaikum," he said then stepped quickly out of the magnificent house but made Arsy's heart stuffy. 

****

"Mas." Reprimanded Laila when Haris was still standing staring at the door even though Arsy was not seen.

Haris turned to face Laila. She smiled sweetly and sat down next to Laila. "Why are you, hm?" 

Laila pouts funny. "I'm jealous."

Haris chuckled along with pinching Laila's nose. "Mas explained everything. I love Arsy, but my love is yours."

***

"God, son." The father of Revelation was amazed to see his only daughter veiled. 

"Dad how are you?" Ask Arsy staring at the father of Revelation full of longing. It felt, eager to spill all the sadness in front of the father. However, he was arrested for not wanting to add to the burden of the mind.

"Father healthy, son. How's your husband? Tumben he did not come," said the father of Revelation astonished. Every time Arsy comes to visit always with Haris. 

"Is mom still like you, son?" Very sensitive question for Arsen. Especially the treatment of Sandra's mother who supports Haris polygamy. As if he had no feelings.

"Do you guys have any problems? You guys quarreling?" Ask the worried father of Revelation.

Both Arsy's palms move right and left as if explaining the father of Revelation's question is not true. "We're fine, yeah. Mas Haris is on a job, so Arsy goes alone. How's dad doing?" Arsy's question diverted the conversation so that Revelation's father would no longer question Haris' existence. Because he doesn't want to lie for longer. 

"Father is healthy and fine. Don't worry, yeah."

"Arsy kangen father," said Arsy can not hold the clear circle that had already been creek in his eyes.

The father of Revelation is like that too. It was very desirable that he clutched tightly to the body of the princess but his condition could not. "Don't cry, son. Do you have a problem?" Ask him very worried.

Arsy covered his face with both palms. Crying as a hiccup feels its own pain without being able to tell anyone other than the Creator. He could only shake her in response. "Arsy just missed dad. Arsy wants to be hugged" she said between sobs. 

"And Arsy always used to be obedient said the father. It certainly wouldn't be like this. Arsy won't be lonely either" he reveals everything he feels. 

"Don't say that again, baby. It's all been happening. I'll be home soon."

Long enough Arsy took off longing with his father. Until the time has come, he has to go home. His heart was a little relieved because the longing for the father was slightly reduced.

An hour later, Arsy arrived at the front of the house. He saw Haris' car still at home. He opened the door after saying a greeting even though there was no reply. 

Arsy hears Haris and Laila joking while watching the drama on television.

Don't they think about my feelings?

"Assalamualaikum, my mother."