After Marriage
CHAPTER 13
At 10pm, all events are over. The guests were no longer left. There are only a few Wedding Organizer (WO) workers who are cleaning some decorations.
Umi, Abi and Maya have returned to their home. Tells me, Aslan, Fahmi and Mbak Tika in this family room.
I was still wearing a kebaya, Aslan was still wearing a full suit. We sat next to each other, hearing the advice that Mas Fahmi would give.
"Ran." He said slowly, I know Fahmi would just want to scold me. I don't know, in her eyes I was always wrong.
"Congratulations, now you're married. Be a wife ..."
I raised my face that had lowered earlier
The deg! My chest was immediately tight with choking breath, I saw Fahmi crying, his tears were flowing even without a sound of sobbing.
Seeing that, I suddenly felt very sad. I'd rather be scolded than see Fahmi cry like that.
I put both of my hands on my lap.
"I'm sorry, I realize, all this time I didn't treat you well. As a sister, I always blame you ..."
Unable to do so, I bit my lower lip hard. My tears fell without excuse.
I tried to cover this cry by looking down.
"Aslan, I beg you. Take care, protect and please Kiran, something I could never give my sister."
Nah! I shook my head softly with tears growing more and more flowing until it fell into my lap.
That's not how it is, is it!
Slowly, I felt my hand grab by Aslan. He opened my tightly closed grip, and then linked our fingers.
I was touched, somehow I didn't feel disturbed by his actions.
Maybe, because now I need to calm down.
"God willing, O Lord, God willing I will guard, protect and make Kiran happy. She is now my wife, my responsibility." replied Aslan confidently.
Hearing that my heart warmed, my grief suddenly disappeared somewhere.
"Yes, come in, rest." said Fahmi, he wiped his own tears violently, while Tika smiled lightly while continuing to gently stroke Fahmi's back.
Seeing that, I took off Aslan's grasp and got up from sitting down. I squealed at Fahmi's feet, crying with tears pouring down.
"I'm sorry Mas ..," I said with a whim.
"I'm sorry ...."
"I'm sorry ...."
"Mas also apologized Ran," replied Fahmi, he also hugged me no less tightly. This time we hugged each other. As I recall, the last time we hugged was when mom and dad died.
Slowly, I felt Fahmi let go of our embrace. I looked up and looked into her wet eyes.
"I beg you, please accept Aslan as your real husband" he said softly full of requests, I know Fahmi did not want me to just make this marriage as a way to forget the Alfath.
I nodded slowly in response and I saw Fahmi smiling.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
And this is where I am now, in my room which has been decorated into a bridal room.
"Come on Lan." I said as I watched Aslan just stand on the doorstep, watching every corner of the room.
Aslan did not reply, he looked at me with a small smile.
It's strange!
"Ran, from now on call me Mas, don't forget, I'm your husband" he said after he walked in and stood right in front of me.
I cut myself, turned my face away, not looking at his face. The young face that was acting was already an adult.
"Rather than frowning like that, it's better to take off your clothes, wash your face and rest." explained Aslan, after that he passed to his small suitcase that he had brought earlier this morning.
I noticed his movements, he squatted down and started opening the suitcase into 2 pieces. He turned his clothes over and over again as if he was looking for something.
Ah shit!
I shouldn't care about this guy.
Slowly, I scolded Aslan, standing right next to him.
"What are you looking for?" ask me while folding both hands in front of the chest.
He looked up and looked at me, "Horn." The answer was short and then returned to the attention of the entire small suitcase.
"I forgot to bring a towel when I wanted to take a shower. Can I borrow your towel?" ask after speaking at length.
Again, I sighed and nodded.
"Wand first, I don't shower, just wash my face later." I answered tightly, then went to the ornamental table.
Remove the hijab and remove all makeup.
Until I heard the bathroom door opened and closed.
I wrote the suitcase still scattered near the nightstand.
Uh! why should I care.
I resumed my intention, took off the hijab and removed all the makeup. My hair is tied up high.
Finished with my face, I headed for the wardrobe, picking out the nightly night clothes, trousers and shorts.
Hearing the bathroom that was still noisy with water, I hurriedly changed clothes.
"Thank God, done," my hiss as I finished changing.
I sat in bed, looking back at that shitty suitcase.
Idiotically.
I got up and started squatting, took out all her clothes and moved them into the same wardrobe as me. I've also prepared a single nightstand on the nightstand for that stupid guy.
"Say in this house a week, he's a week here his clothes are carried on. Should talk dong, Ran please finish my shirt, so. Instead of just being quiet, make it look like I'm a bad person." I continued to grumble, violently I closed the suitcase again.
"Mouth is useless like that."
I pulled a suitcase and wanted to put it in the closet.
"It's just a small suitcase why it's so heavy, huh! it's hard again ...."
"Not the suitcase is not the same person to bother!"
"This is how it is! very hard!"
I even to tiptoe but this suitcase still not lifted.
"Already know can't, why forced." Aslan said right in the ear, her wet chest stuck right on my back.
With a single move, he placed the suitcase on top of the closet.
"Firsten upthe Aslan! dong voice! let's not get people!" I was upset while turning around.
The deg! Instantly there was also a strange gelenyar that entered my body, seeing him not wearing clothes like that made me want to hit his chest hard.
Bugs!
"Wear clothes! not polite!" ketusku, after saying that I passed into the bathroom with a mouth that again grumbled.
"Basic is disrespectful! shameless ..."
"If you have no shame you should respect me, ask me if I would like to see his body or not ..."
I looked at my hot face, in the mirror of the sink.
At once I was stunned, staring in disbelief at my reflection.
"Why is my cheek blushing?"