Women At the End of the Dusk

First Day As Husband Wife

...Happy Reading ...

The streets of the capital began to be filled with frenzied vehicles. The noise caused is quite deafening. A white car should be between vehicles that are silent.

"Ah, fuck! Should have gone at nine!" yelling Alham while hitting the car steering wheel.

Trapped in traffic, no one wants that. At seven o'clock in the morning there is a clock on the streets of the capital Jakarta jammed because many workers are chasing time.

Azalia who was beside him only turned a glance, then looked back to the outside where many wanted to scramble out of the traffic jam.

Half an hour in traffic, silence covered the new couple. Only occasionally heard a rough sigh from Alham that may feel saturated.

Alham's car is now entering the residential area owned by Azalia—sang wife.

"Mas, look who's coming." Mama Lana calls her husband.

He felt happy, finally his stepson would come out of the luxurious house he had been after. The sudden change in attitude of the husband makes him feel alert if there has been a secret between husband and child.

"Good morning, Ma," said Azalia.

"Good morning," said Alham flatly.

"Good morning. Let's go in."

The three enter the house where Azalia grew up. Alham's forehead frowned looking around the house. There are no photos of Azalia on display, all of them almost the face of his former student named Sesil.

Alham was a little confused. 'Why are photos of Sesil in this house? I'd better ask him later, 'his mind. He turned his head towards Azalia who was only silent after entering.

"Gee, newlyweds. How was his first night?" goda Papa Rusdi when entering the living room.

"Pa!" senile Azalia. He doesn't want to bring up last night. There is no way he will be frank about his household.

"Regular, Pa. Just like the bride in general. Yeah, don't you, honey?" Alham's hand had coiled around Azalia's slender belly giving the empress the creeps.

The smile imprinted on the handsome man's lips was as if there was an order for Azalia to agree. "I–iya, Pa," Azalia replied.

'You must be an actor, Mr. Alham.' Azalia did not expect that she would become the main female actor in her own wedding drama.

This is not the kind of marriage he wants. His little heart felt pain. It's just the first day, somehow the days that follow.

"Oh, yeah, what's the point of coming here?" ask Papa Rusdi.

"We're here to pick up Azalia's clothes. We'll stay at home by ourselves. Trying to be independent early on would be better. Azalia has also agreed to this" Alham said.

"What's that, Lia?" ask Papa Rusdi.

"Yes, Pa. I'll just go straight to the room. If you still want to talk to my husband, go ahead. I stay it's okay, right?" Azalia turned to look Alham in the eye.

The gazes of the two met and locked for a while. Alham admitted that his wife is very beautiful without makeup polish.

"Duh, the newlyweds are that cake, yes, Mas. She didn't want to look away a little" Mama Lana's timpal made the two break eye contact.

"I'm helping you to clean up so soon too because we're going to my parents' house too." Alham still wanted to ask about Sesil.

"The bill said Alham. Mending soon you guys clean up." Mama Lana looked really excited.

The two then headed upstairs, where Azalia's room was.

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The first impression that was in the mind of Alham when entering a room of not too large size was neat. The green room is very comfortable to live in.

Alham chose to sit in Azalia's study chair while staring at the rows of books lined up neatly.one figura on the table made him stare long. In the photo, Azalia is seen laughing without coercion with a man also doing the same thing. The man is Rafka, the ex-lover of his wife.

"Azalia I want to ask you something" said Alham suddenly as he looked at the back of Azalia who stood in front of the closet.

Azalia turned around, then put her clothes into the suitcase. He looked at Alham and said, "Ask what?"

"Do you love Rafka?"

"Without me explaining you already know the answer, sir. But, now it's all in the past with this marriage." His eyes glazed as he recalled Rafka.

"You should still keep this photo." Alham pointed at the photo in front of him.

Azalia did not answer, then continued her activities. Alham no longer talks about Rafka.

"Oh, yes, what is your relationship with Sesil? Why are there so many pictures in this house?" Alham awaits his wife's answer.

"He's my brother. Where's your father all this time? Why doesn't this know? When Sesil's proposal was also here," said Azalia still continue with his activities.

"I think he's your friend. When my proposal didn't pay too much attention around."

"Have it, a day for me to explain also doesn't seem like it will be enough. Now I'm done."

Alham stood up and then followed the wife back down the stairs.

The two then went back on their way to Alham's parents' house as the sun continued to move up. Alham plans to arrive at their new home in the afternoon to rest.

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