I'm the One You're wasting
Small Debate

"He's a nobody Witma, he just came to be a tester in our household" Arash replied. And it looks like he should be telling the truth now to Witma about Anja so that his wife doesn't misunderstand. "She's the girl Mama chose for me to marry," she said, rubbing her rough face several times. "But you take it easy, it will never happen because of my promise to you that life and faith I will never break." He grabs Witma's hand with a growing sense of being where he wants to prove his point to Witma.

"Abang, I don't want my dark story to repeat itself because it's enough, I feel the name of suffering" Witma replied to Arash. "If you intend to combine myself then, I prefer to divorce only brother because in honey is not as sweet as honey that bees make in the nest so, so, if there was any intention of brother so much better I back off because we haven't done anything yet" he continued, hoping Arash would understand what he was saying.

Not because Witma was presumptuous to ask for divorce to her husband when their marriage was only running 4 days, when they were married, but the sense of trauma that was so deep when Reka crowded him with Lisa that made him forced to say it all. Because he does not want his mind and soul and body to be depressed like before.

"Nobody's gonna beat you up, man, because I'd rather be hated by all my family than have to part with you and I'd choose to take you away from here if Mama and Papa keep forcing me to marry Anja. Anja is the name of the woman you saw in the photo." Arash says this so that Witma believes in him that his love is so great and sincere. "Now please give me my right as a husband so that I may feel perfect in your eyes." He looked at Witma with his sad eyes.

Witma finds it difficult to swallow her saliva, hearing Arash ask for her right a second time. Not that he did not want to give Arash his rights but he was afraid that Arash would be disappointed because he was not a still sealed per*wan.

"Are you afraid I'll be disappointed?" Arash apparently knows what Witma has in mind for now. "I choose you, it means everything that is in you I accept it including your strengths and also your shortcomings so why do you think about things that are not?"

"Didn't you also know when the groom says kabul, it means he is ready to assume the responsibility of marrying the woman. He accepted his marriage and his marriage with all the good and evil that was in his future wife. And with that kabul marriage of two persons became lawful in the eyes of Allah SWT. Do you still not understand and understand?"

The series of questions that were thrown from Arash's mouth made the Witma stance that had faltered now again neatly arranged in the deepest recesses of his heart. Where he feels Arash will not be able to break all the promises and will not be possible to leave him nor will he feed himself to other women.

"Now it's up to you to believe it or not it's all your rights, because my job is just to tell you about all this." Arash who was disappointed with Witma's attitude like this just went to enter his room to let Witma who was still contemplating every thing he had said earlier.

Arash was speechless because he felt Witma saying this all because of compulsion.

"Abang, let's wudhu first and perform sunnah prayers two rakaat, this prayer is called … ."

"Shalat sunnah zifaf or bridal night" said Arash who continued the sentence Witma. "Am I right?"

Witma nodded as she felt a tremor in her womb as Arash's hands began to mischievously touch her thighs. "Bag, let's pray first." Witma put away Arash's hand slowly.

"Is this purely from the bottom of your heart, not because of the basis of compulsion?" Arash turned around for a moment after asking so. "If not ready not mak–"

"I am ready to bang, so that this heart does not doubt my brother's feelings towards me," Witma quickly cut. "And also so that our marriage becomes perfect" he continued.

Arash's heart feels flowery when he hears Witma's words. His sense of disappointment that had now changed with the happiness that he had always dreamed of. "Are you really ready?" ask again just to be sure.

Instead of answering Witma instead let go of her embrace and immediately ran towards the bathroom so as to make a smile on Arash's lips engraved wide.