Holy Marriage
Impaled
“Yeah, it turns out I just slept half an hour.” Alan stared at the clock on his wrist. “Turkey. My body is tired, gosh.” Alan moved both of his arms into the air to make the tiredness fade a little.
“Sorry I came home early. Malem was my first night with Cintya, you must have understood, right?” Alan smiled remembering something.
Anna froze looking at that smile, a terrible smile that made Anna feel discouraged. Alan remembered something he had done with Cintya. Oh my goodness, they must be happy brides. Anna turned her face away imagining what Alan remembered.
Alan removed the tuxedo and placed it in any direction, lying on the side of the pillow.
“Anna, thanks. You made everything go well. I promise, I'll take care of everything soon so you can get out of my life. Trust.”
Anna didn't know what to respond to.
“I take a shower first. Malem did not take a shower. Later is not valid if you do not shower.”
Anna silently stared at Alan's back which then disappeared behind the bathroom door. His heart pinched staring at the red color left on the arm of the tuxedo. The lipstick stain extends four irregular centi.
Now Anna realizes, in the dictionary of love, a mountain of love will be easily melted down by a drop of hatred, but a grain of hatred will be hard to dissolve by the sea of love. If you hate, no matter how much good is given, it will still look bad. But if you love, as bad as anything you do, it will still look good. The dictionary was really fitting for Alan who looked at Cintya so special. What is blind love? Sounds excessive, but the truth is so. Why does it hurt so much?
Yes, Anna was hurt by falling in love. If there were no love between him and Alan, he wouldn't be this sad. Trivial indeed, but can not be lied to, that women's feelings are subtle.
O Lord, is this Your punishment for Anna who has practiced the sunna of Rosul with playful intentions? A marriage that is so sacred that should be initiated for worship, instead he played, he played, allowing her husband to do illegal acts by approaching women is not muhrim because there is no love in Anna's heart so that she does not care about what her husband does. Now his marriage is no longer perfecting his religion, but it is ruining his religion. Is this your punishment? Anna sat on the floor lamenting the pain in her heart. Begging for forgiveness for the mistakes she made in her marriage.
Anna's attention was fixed on the back of her wet hand. I don't know since when her tears dripped soaked her delicate skin.
“Anna, you don't wudhu?” Alan came back from the bathroom wearing a towel that just wrapped his waist up to his knees. Showing her clean body and chest hair decorating her. Drips of water flowed from her wet hair.
Clamps.
The light came on and the room was immediately brightly lit just after Alan pressed the light switch button.
Anna turned her face away, hiding her tears and rubbing her face.
“Come, Anna. You woke me up, now you're the one who's dumb. The dawn time is only short.”
“Ya, I'll wudhu.” Anna glanced down at a glance as the scene before her eyes changed, and she could not say much, just two words, “Your towel sagged.”
Spontaneous Alan immediately looked down and found his towel had already fallen to the floor. Somewhat timidly, Alan grabbed his towel and re-twisted it to the waist.
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