Holy Marriage
Spicy Sentences
“Alan!” call Wiliam in a loud thundered tone when Alan was done with breakfast. Looks like Wiliam deliberately waited until Alan finished eating.
Alan raised his face and looked at his Papa. The middle-aged face looked wrathful, slightly flushed and sweaty. Alan scrunched his forehead at it.
“What did you do last night?” wiliam asked with an expression he had never seen before, angry.
“Why did Papa ask so?” Alan asked back.
“Jawab, Alan! You just have to answer Papa.”'s question
“Sorry, Pa. Last night I was out.”
“Where? Meet Cintya? That bad woman?”
Alan gasped, how could his father know about that? “Papa, please don't say that to Cintya. She's a fine girl.”
“Well you said? Like to show off the aurat as soon as you say good? Papa himself is embarrassed to see women who like to style westernized kayak Cintya. Where's akhlaknya? Why did you change this way? Coming home in a drunken state, to the point of vomiting in Anna's body. Papa's ashamed, Alan. Since when did you become a gini-like begudal? Remember Alan, you already have a wife. What do you mean do this? If you don't want to be with Anna, why did you marry her? Anna is a good woman, don't make Papa ashamed of your behavior.”
Alan remained silent. Mampus, caught! Behind the silence, Alan thought of the words of his father who said that he vomited last night in Anna's body. But Anna didn't even talk about it. Anna was not angry with him either. Anna only advised him with soothing words.
No one noticed Anna standing on her back near the dining room door. His intention was to call Alan to have Alan speed up breakfast, but it was canceled because of a serious conversation between Alan and his Papa. Hear too late, so a constant.
“Night I didn't see Cintya, Pa.”
“Reason! Papa knows everything. Don't lie anymore!”
“And to Papa's astonishment, why did Anna help you meet with Cintya? What's the matter with you guys?” William rubbed his sweaty temple with the back of his palm. It turns out to scold Alan need extra energy and spend a lot of sweat. “Did you press Anna? To the extent that he's willing to help you connect with other women? Anna is too good for you to hurt. Don't hurt Anna. Never hurt him.”
Alan frowned, thinking from where his father knew all that. In her Papa's eyes, this time Anna looked like an angelic-hearted human, willing to sacrifice feelings for the happiness of her husband. And Alan was like ****who was thirsty and had the heart to sacrifice his wife's feelings. It would not be wrong for her to think so, because Anna was innocent.
“Since when did you get drunk, Alan? Since when? Since I know that woman, right?” Wiliam bluffs. “Papa sure you know that it is forbidden in our religion. Then why are you doing?”
Alan looked calm. He took a breath and looked at his father. It feels like a child who is being atomized for eating the wrong snack.
“Pa, I'm sorry. But I promise I won't repeat it again. I understand Papa is angry because he loves me.”
“Do not apologize Papa. Apologize to Anna. And apologize to Allah.”
Alan approached his father. Looked at the red face in front of him. Regretfully he said, “Pa, I'm khilaf. I must be sorry about Anna.”
“Leave the woman!”
“I'll solve my problem.”
After saying that sentence, Alan walked away leaving his papa heading forward. While Anna hurriedly sat in the front garden lounge chair of the house while pretending to read the package book, and got up to her feet when a car approached her.
TB