FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 202 "Different Parts"
*Tsaniya Tabriz
And the next morning, I felt something very strange. When I opened my eyes, I was as I was. There's nothing different. It's just that, he now dares to freely hold me until I don't feel cold in the least. I'm trying to recall. It was like a half dream, but it felt so real. Kuraba. I looked at my right side, there were a few piles of cloth and him. Only then do I understand. I took a long breath. I thought I would be able to refrain from the one thing I avoid the most. Apparently I lost just because of a few words from him. Moreover, he is my own husband.
Between regret and regret. That this was already part of God's will that I had to accept and follow. But I'm also worried about what will happen in the next month. Will there be news that is usually awaited by a pair of newlyweds in general? I took another breath.
Slender. I was awake without being able to do anything. He is still in position as before. Not moving one bit. I tried to move slowly, then looked at his handsome face. Not too white. If I can judge, I honestly like everything on her face. Including his tightly closed lips like a smiling person. In fact, he is not awake. That usually people would show his ugliest expression, but he didn't. I touched the tip of his nose.
"Why did it happen so fast? Am I too attractive to you, my dear?" my inner.
The dickers are back. I'll get my finger off her immediately.
Shortly after, he opened his eyes. If he usually squirms while trying to jerk because so sleepy, this morning not. His gaze shimmered. He looked very fresh despite just waking up. He gave me a warm smile.
"I will never doubt you again" he said.
"meaning?"
He smiled again.
"I'm sorry again. You want to forgive me?"
"Yes." Yeah." I showed a casual expression even though I wanted to ask why it had to happen so soon.
"Would you take a shower now what?"
"It's three and a half."
"So you want to take a shower now?"
"Yes. Not too cold."
"Clear dong. Another hug is cold." Laughter airs.
"Don't be hard, Mas, laugh at her."
"Do you want me to go to the bathroom? You're afraid you can't walk."
"Pampered kok. Cook that I can't walk" I said confidently.
"Don't you think something's weird?"
I can't be honest. I know it all feels so different. I'm ashamed if he knows what I'm feeling right now.
"I'm normal."
"Really?"
"Yes." Yeah." Why did he ask, anyway. Does he understand how to be me?
"Aren't you angry?"
"How, Mom, if..."
He buried my head. "sorry. Ngapunten. Oh, my God, estu ngapunten." (Sorry. Sorry, yes. Oh, my God, I'm really sorry)
I couldn't bear to hear her apologize like that. He also asked for what was rightfully his. It is my duty to fulfill. But, honestly my heart is even more masygul.
"Mas is sorry. Forgiven nggeh?" His voice is softening. There is a tone of sincerity there.
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have acted that way with a princess."
My feelings are mixed. I can't answer his words. What words would be appropriate to compensate for an apology he should not have to say. But, my heart justifies that he apologized like that. Yes, it shouldn't have happened so soon. I need time to contain all his feelings and wills. But, back to my nature as a woman as well as a wife. No matter where the doctrine is, women are required to be fainted, willing to be laid out and asked.
I let the net keep looking at me. The netra glow dimmed.
"The Princess is okay, right?"
"How much is juz? Five juzs? Oh yeah later if you're embarrassed to ridicule your brother, wear a long thick veil, right?"
"Is like. If there isn't, I'll wrap her headscarf up."
"What else can I do for you besides listening? Wanna punish me?"
"Mbotenlah, Mommy. Durhaka I'll."
"I want to hear other stories. Later after the prayer, ask for help to be sent two juz only. All the extra memorization."
"Enggeh ready, Princess. Anything else?"
"I wanted to hear other stories. Besides what Mas Nizam told you last night."
"If I may, how much pain do you endure? With that much wound on your body. Too sick?"
"An event that will never be forgotten though time will destroy me. My feelings at that time were the same as those of Bilal the son of Rabbah who was forced to obey his polytheistic master. I'm sorry if in fact the genengan has got a wife whose body is full of disability."
"No. Don't you say that. I'm grateful. I don't see that as despicable. All I see is beauty. I will sin if I deny, while all my pleasures have been felt. You defend everything by faith. Then, you give everything to those who are more entitled to you. Thank you, yeah."
I just smiled thinly. He has cooled my heart. But I don't want to get too late in the crib. I just want to hear the stories that excite me.
"Where's the story?"
"The apostle was also romantic and considerate."
"What-as?"
"It is narrated from Bukhari hadith and Muslim kana yadha'u rukbatahu fatadha'u shafiyyatu rijalahaa 'ala rukbataihi hatta tarkabu. That the Apostle had knelt, then his wife Shafiyyah whom I told him dreamt of the moon last night, he stood on his knees, until he climbed her.
"Another story?"
"It has. You better take a shower first. After that I looked at two juz, breakfast, continue to walk. Or, do we tour the breakfast outside?"
"So can."
I put the blanket down first.
"Do you really want me to carry?"
"I can stand alone, Mom." I showed you I could walk well.
I find the feeling ambiguous. I don't understand it myself. Difficult explained. Everything I have is no longer the same. I walked towards the bathroom.
"If it's cold, mending completed first a big bath. Just shampoo and use warm water in the shower."
I looked at it for a moment. "Yes." Yeah."
I stayed there long. I let the bathtub be full of warm water. My thin pajamas I keep attached, fending off the cold that infiltrates my pores. I started some sunnahannya, then went to the intention of the mandatory bath itself when I spilled water on my head three times. After flattening the water all over the body, I moved. I soak in the warm water that has been spilled until the lip of the tub. Water's blowing. I hold myself that is no longer the same. God, may this not be best for me. Although it turns out that next month the news could be coming, I should be able to accept everything with a chest of air.
"Ning, is it done yet?"
"Oh. In a moment, Mommy."
Fifteen minutes later. After bathing and praying tahajud congregate in the room.
"If it has become our fortune, we accept it sincerely, ngggeh. What happened before, dear."
I tried to smile. I nodded.
"Thank you very much, yes. Thank you for tracking me well."
"Together, my mother."
Sorry about 2 days not up. Hopefully these 2 eps are enough to please everyone. Hehe.. Thank you for your comments and prayers. đ5, we have a