After the First Night
Chapter 7's

"After that night, your attitude has completely changed.

After that night, your attitude is no longer the same.

Everything was cold, freezing my heart and body.

Stabbing the pilu all the way to the recesses of my soul"

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Happy reading....

 Arzan comes home late at night. When passing through the living room, he found the figure of the wife asleep curled up on a small sofa in front of the television. He stepped closer, his outstretched hand about to touch the hair covering his face. But he paled until he pulled his hand back. Bi Sumi who saw that smiled, she stood not far from her master.

“They have been waiting for the master since. Even the Madam has prepared dinner for the master. When I told Madam to go to the room, Madam refused. He said he wanted to wait for the master to stay here and fall asleep.” explained Bik Sumi the housekeeper.

Arzan's heart was filled, there was a sense of guilt that was now lodged and raging in his chest. He stared fixedly at the face of the wife who looked tired, sleeping soundly with long pajamas in navy. Cowering like a cold baby.

“Master is very lucky to have a wife like Madam. Besides beautiful, Madam is also very good.” Bik Sumi smiled again at the kindness that Aisyah did while looking at the female master who was asleep.

Arzan cleared his throat, making Sumi Bik tiptoe. He looked awkwardly at Arzan who had an uncomfortable face.

“Sorry, sir. I've been sassy. I'm sorry Mr.” the woman who is almost half a century old bowed for a while then hurriedly went to her room without waiting for an answer from the employer.

After Bik Sumi's departure, Arzan looked back at the woman he had just married a few days ago. He loosened the tie around his neck, putting the bag he had brought onto the small table there.  Arzan leaned over and immediately carried his wife's body into a sling, taking her inside the room.

Without her noticing, Bik Sumi quietly peeked out from behind the wall while smiling to herself.

“Hopefully the relationship of the lord and mistress is fine. They're both good people,” he murmured. After the two masters had moved away he actually went inside his room to rest.

Arzan put Aisha's body slowly and carefully. Waving a little hair that covered his wife's pretty face gently. The man pulled out the blanket and covered Aisyah's body. He walked to the bathroom to clean himself up.

After bathing and getting dressed, Arzan glanced at Aisyah who was still fast asleep. Cowering under a thick blanket that is worn to cover his body to ward off the cold that pierces the skin.

“I'm sorry. Had you been honest from the Beginning, maybe my heart was not as painful and as disappointed as this.”. He immediately left Aisyah alone in that big room to the workspace next door.

Disappointment that had already controlled his heart, making the man could not accept the bitter reality that had been hidden by his wife. He prefers to sleep in his study, which is only blocked by a wall separating him and his wife.

At 05.00 WIB, Aisyah woke up from her sleep. His eyes are confused, it feels like last night he slept on the sofa in front of the tv. Why is he in the room now? Does he walk while sleeping? Or was I just dreaming of falling asleep outside? There was speculation in his head.

Ah he remembered, he was waiting for Arzan last night. He glanced at the wall clock that showed 05:00 wib.

“Yes God! Where is Arzan? Has he returned?” Aisyah hit her head, her mouth slightly opened and quickly got up and pulled over the blanket which from last night gave her warmth. His feet extended to the cold floor, stepping away from the bed towards the exit. On exiting the room he meets Bik Sumi who is passing by.

“Going Mistress. Cook the unconscious mistress in your arms last night?” bik Sumi said while smiling while Aisyah only frowned in confusion.

“Mas Arzan carry me?” one of his right index fingers is pointing to the chest. Ensuring hearing that is afraid of being wrong.

“Iya, Mistress. If not, then who else? Ah Madam can make jokes. I want to prepare breakfast first, madam.” Bik Sumi nodded briefly and immediately parted to the kitchen leaving Aisyah who was still pensive in front of the room door.

“Mas Arzan carrying me?” he smiles. True, if not her husband who carried her to the room then who else? There was no way he could sleepwalk to get to the room safely.

“It turns out you still care about me, Mas.” softly as he stared meaningfully at the closed door not far from where he stood. Imagine a man she loved so much falling asleep there.

“I have to say thank you,” he stepped towards the door of the closed room. When his hand touched the doorknob, doubt ambushed him.

“Ah is better later only at breakfast. Anyway I have not been performing dawn prayers,” he said while thinking.

“Ah yes, it is better later.” he undoes his intention and turns to enter the room with a sweet smile that had not wanted to go from him. Knowing the fact that her husband still cares, makes her heart flower. At least there is hope to fix a new marriage that's corn-time. Great hope to keep maintaining the household that had been dreamed of. She was sure that her husband would accept everything. His attitude these few days was only due to disappointment and surprise. Doesn't her husband love her so much? The man will definitely forgive himself and forget everything. He's sure of it.

He immediately went into the bathroom, flushing his body with warm water.

Aisyah headed for the dining table, there was already Arzan who only glanced at her at a glance. The man sat down and enjoyed his breakfast. Being indifferent when the wife landed the buttocks in the chair next to her.

Aisha who saw it threw away all thoughts that occupied her. She suppressed her feelings to the bottom of the deepest abyss, she had to be understood with her husband's indifference. Sick indeed, but he realized the cold attitude of the husband in because of him.

“Sorry mas, I'm bad luck.” said Aisyah slowly. There was no response from the man who was busy sipping a cup of tea in his grasp. Until a few minutes later silence was still created between the couple. Aisyah swallowed deeply the disappointment that gnawed at her heart. He forced a smile on his face, staring at the cold face of the husband.

“Mas,” hesitates she calls the husband.

Arzan turned his head, waiting for the word that came out of the woman before him.

“A-what was last night you were ..” Aisyah hung up her sentence, she bit her lower lip. Afraid that her husband would be angry or offended by her words.

“What's up?” ask Arzan coldly.

“Se-night whether mas is ...”

“Speaking clearly! I'm late to the office.”

Aisyah jerks. Why has her husband changed 180 degrees after marriage? His eyes were dewy, his heart like a thousand needles.

“Mas ...” werent in disbelief. Even the levee he had sustained since had collapsed instantly. The clear thread came down chasing each other soaked her clean white cheeks. 

“What are you talking about, Aisyah? If it doesn't matter, it's better not to! I was too late.” The man grabbed the suit that was draped on the back of the chair. Snatched his briefcase and immediately left without saying a word. Aisyah squeezed her chest, staring at her husband's departure with a pushy look and excruciating pain. Why does all this hurt so much? Why have you changed, Mom? Why are there no more sweet and gentle words like before? He screamed in his heart. Stupefied in silence on the dining table who became a silent witness to the cold attitude of Arzan her husband.