After the First Night
Chapter 6's

"We are both disappointed and hurt,

I wish you would accept my shortcomings, while you wish more on me.

Where do I take this heart?

While this bond has only been established for a few hours ....

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Aisyah woke up when the alarm went off, briefly glanced at the empty bed next to her.When her heart again felt pain when she remembered the bad thing that happened last night. her husband did not return to the room and let himself sleep on his own in the night that should have been their first and most beautiful night.

“I'm sorry, mas.” sighed deeply. His chest felt tight, like there was a big rock pressing down. He set his foot on the cold floor, dragging his weak steps towards the bathroom. Dousing his head with cold water might make him feel better.

After he finished cleaning himself, he immediately performed the morning prayer service. Burying the head, and exalting feelings for the creator. Curse the shalawat after prayer and reveal everything he feels on the prayer mat. His Lord did know how to be the most intimate way for His servant to come back to Him with a million senses.

Aisyah was still sobbing when Arzan entered the room. He pegged, the net could not be separated from the figure of the wife who was prostrating with a vibrating back. His body was covered in white mucus, sounding heartbreaking sobs. Arzan's heart melos, like an invisible knife slicing his heart. It causes pain that spreads throughout the body.

“What was my attitude so outrageous last night?” he murmured in the heart. His hand was still hanging grasping the half-open handle of the room door.

“But I'm just a regular human being. I was disappointed, the woman I thought was good turned out to be no more .. ah I don't know, even just imagining it just makes me hurt.” is still insistent. In the next instant he immediately closed the door of the room he had originally opened. Step back into the workspace he occupied overnight.

“I'm just disappointed. I thought you were different, Aisha. That's why I chose you.” his sigh in despair. He looked at the ceiling, then closed his eyes for a while while seeping his temple that felt dizzy.

Aisyah looks busy in the kitchen helping mbok Sumi, the housekeeper. He was peeling onions to make his favorite fried rice Arzan, while Sumi was frying beef eggs.

“Master Arzan really likes cow's eye eggs,” said the stocky woman while moving the mature eggs to the plate.

“Sama mbok, Aisyah also likes the half-baked.” said Aisyah while reviewing a smile.

“Ah Mr and Madam are indeed a matching couple. You guys do fit and have a lot in common,” praise Mbok Sumi with sparkling eyes. A happy smile is very noticeable on the face that begins to be filled by the wrinkles.

“Mr Arzan is indeed very lucky to get a wife like Madam. Already beautiful, kind, smart cooking , Solehah pula.” he added with a cheerful tone. Meanwhile, Aisyah smiled bitterly. There was a little pain at the end of his heart.

“But I'm not a virgin, mbok. Mas Arzan was not as lucky as I thought. Maybe even at this time Mas Arzan regretted marrying me.” Aisyah said in her heart. How could he possibly have said clearly everything that happened last night.

In a few moments, the minimalist kitchen was back in silence. Only the sound of a spatula colliding with a skillet containing seafood fried rice made by Aisyah.

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Arzan stuffed a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth. Chew for a while, then stop. He looked at Aisyah who was across the table, looking at him affectionately.

“Why, mas? What's not good?” aisha asked worriedly. The man simply shook his head, chewed back the fried rice made by the wife and continued the second feed until the third feed, he pushed a plate that still contained fried rice with a half-cooked egg that was touched only slightly.

“Why mas? Is it not good?” again, Aisha asked her husband the same thing.

“Enak.” the answer is short without turning his head. He sipped a glass of water to the toilet.

“That's my fried rice, mas.” Arzan glanced briefly at Aisyah whose face was now filled with disappointment.

“Thank you.” said Arzan while standing.

“The fried rice is good,” he replied. Making Aisyah smile with sparkling eyes.

“Really?”

Arzan nodded.

“Then, why don't you spend it ...”

“I'm late for the office,” said Arzan cut his wife's words.

“Ah, alright.” The face returned glum. Arzan stepped out of the dining table, after Aisyah who was chasing Arzan in a hurry.

“Mas, wait.” The man stopped, then turned to the wife who was carrying her husband's briefcase.

“Mas, your working bag is left behind.” Obviously while offering a briefcase and some green maps to Arzan.

“Thank you, I went.” parted Arzan. Without warning, Aisyah immediately pulled her husband's hand, kissed the back of the hand solemnly.

“Be careful, mas. May be a blessing.” he said sincerely. The man looked at the pretty face that had a smile line, even though the smile looked a little gloomy. He nodded for a while, then continued his steps out of the house. Towards the car that has been heated first by the driver. Ignoring the sad look of the wife.

“I'm sorry, mas.” only that word came back, accompanying the departure of her husband who left her alone on the terrace. Aisyah was still pensive even though the white car carrying her husband had left. Until the presence of Mbok Sumi made him surprised.

“Already, don't look at it. Later in the afternoon also home.” mbok Sumi with a smile. Aisyah forced a smile, without saying anything.

“Name newlywed, yes Madam. Not willing to stay a couple even briefly.”

Again, Aisyah simply smiled in response. Honestly, he didn't know what he was going to say. While his heart and his head are at war thinking about Arzan's attitude that looks indifferent since last night.

“Ah Yes, Mistress. Why is Mr Arzan at work? Shouldn't newlyweds be spending time together? Honeymoon, is it?”

Aisyah laughed miris. Hiding a wound that still feels wet in the deepest corner of the heart.

“Maybe Mas Arzan has a lot of work to do, Mbok. So just wait if later he is not busy.” said Aisyah calming. Actually that sentence is not for Mbok Sumi. But to strengthen himself, to give up the bad thoughts that always cross his mind.

“Oh, yes yes. Kan mr. young boss, must be a lot of work waiting for him.” Aisyah just nodded.

“So I have to understand it all, right mbok?”

“Bener, mistress. Ah you are a very understanding wife. You are a perfect woman. Ah even barely any gap from you.”

“Mbok Sumi too much. I'm not as perfect as you might think. I have many shortcomings and many things that cannot be said well.”

“Well, low again. Ah, the best lady anyway.”

Aisyah just shook her head, while the mbok had entered first.

“Don't daydream in front of the door, Mistress. Later if you have a trance, no master will carry Madam.” cried Mbok Sumi from a distance.

Asiyah stared at the closed gate of the house. He breathed heavily many times with Istighfar in his heart..

“I'm sorry, mas.”lirihnya back. A speck of clear feathers fell rolling on her beautiful face. Quickly, he immediately removed it. The woman turned around, leaving the terrace of the deserted house. Carrying with it the wounds that are still lingering in the heart.