Aksara For Arsyilla
Shoulders to Lean
Arsyilla listened carefully to every utterance of the Scriptures. According to him, what Aksara conveys has a point. If she came home to her parents with a half-swollen face, bruises on her neck, hands, and feet would definitely make Mama Khaira cry. Can't bear to see the current state of Arsyilla.
But right now, Arsyilla needs her family. Both of his parents were so fond of him and filled his love water glass to the full. The figure of Mama Khaira who is gentle and wise, also the figure of Papa Radit who is firm and always protective. All of that seems much needed Arsyilla at this time.
Even though that Aksara is a good figure and has helped him several times, but because it has not been known for a long time still causes a sense of awkwardness for Arsyilla. Finally, Arsyilla let out her breath. With her eyes glazed over and looking red.
Seeing Arsyilla's changing facial features, Aksara immediately sat in a chair with Arsyilla. However, the man did not lean on his shoulders and his sitting position was visibly slanted.
"If you want to cry .. cry. I'll give you my shoulder" said the man gently.
Arsyilla who had tried to resist finally gave up, her tears just sighed. Therefore, Arsyilla buried her face on the back that was so sturdy and wide belonging to Aksara.
On the shoulder to the back, Arsyilla cried, sobbed, as if all the pain, fear, until disappointment spilled all on the shoulders of the back side of the Aksara. As with Arsyilla, Aksara also closed his eyes several times every time Arsyilla sobbed. It was as if my heart was slashed to hear the stuffing of Arsyilla.
Slowly Aksara moved her hand and looked for Arsyilla's limp hands behind her back. Linking each of his fingers there and grasping it tightly.
Cry, Arsyilla.
I'll accept even scratching at every tear in your eyes.
I'll make a vengeance for that son of a bitch.
He had to pay all for every tear that broke this time.
If my shoulders and back cannot contain your tears, my chest and my whole self will also give you.
If crying can relieve you, I'll take it.
Letting the seconds turn into minutes, the minutes just pass by, while Arsyilla still seems to sob on the back of Aksara. The hand of the woman he held felt so cold.
The script slightly turned its head back, hoping to catch a quick glance at Arsyilla. But all in vain. Because what looks like Arsyilla's shoulders are shaking, Aksara also feels how the area of his shoulders and back are wet because of Arsyilla's tears.
Until finally Arsyilla lifted her face from Aksara's shoulder, the woman wiped the tears that still pooled in the corner of her eyes.
Arsyilla nodded, "Yes. Thank you," she replied with a hoarse voice from crying for too long.
"Want me make some more Honey Tea?" tawar Aksara to Arsyilla.
Arsyilla shook her head, "No, no. Thank you" he replied this time.
Then this time Aksara inched to sit leaning on the sofa, and her hand slowly removed Arsyilla's hand from her grasp.
“Everytime you want to cry, I'll give you this shoulder to lean on. I will hold all his tears,” the man said with a look at Arsyilla.
Arsyilla, while silent, was confused to respond to what was said by the man who had the status of a student and her husband. For that, Arsyilla chose silence.
“Sore we are to hospital for visa yes?” bring Aksara again.
Because Aksara wants to take the legal route. After all, for the time Ravendra was late. Instead, Aksara did teach the bastard a lesson.
“However, I'm afraid,” replied Arsyilla with a lowered head.
Aksara's hand slowly moved and clasped Arsyilla's hand.
“Do not be afraid, you have me.” The man spoke solemnly as if he had indeed dedicated his life to Arsyilla.
Arsyilla slowly raised her face, her eyes now ringing with Aksara's face. “Why are you good to me?” asked Arsyilla now by looking at Aksara's face.
“Because I am your husband,” says Aksara who confirms that she is her husband.
However, for Arsyilla those who have a husband and wife relationship can not always be nice. In her eyes, the couple who are kind and loving to each other is her Mom and Dad. If, Aksara put himself only as a husband, why is his attitude even too good and wants to protect him.
“You know me before?” ask Arsyilla now to Aksara again.
For the question this time, it was as if Aksara was unable to answer it. If anything, she told the truth what maybe all of that could make Arsyilla to accept it and give her heart to him. There is no guarantee for all of this.