IJAB'MU TALAK'KU
12. Husband Wedding Ring Design

Aluna got up from her seat, and rested at the feet of her father-in-law who looked upset and reluctant to look at her. Slowly began to hold her in-laws' hands.

"I beg ma! Nindia was my sister ma and, "His voice trembled to a halt as her in-laws pulled a hand from her grasp. The corner of Aluna's eyes slowly spilled a clear circle of "Aluna is not ready if it must be combined with her own sister! hyks. hyx." Sobbed.

"Luna,,! Have you forgotten your promise?" The reply was cold without glancing at it in the slightest.

"Ma, Hiks. Hixes. Hicks."

"It's free to cry and kneel! Mama won't change the decision, mama's been patient enough for 5 years!" He said as he stood up from his seat. "If it's another in-law, they've definitely asked you for a divorce!" His continued emphasis made Aluna jump round her eyes.

Both of his eyes trembled and more flowing clear circles increasingly wet his cheeks, then looked up at the face of his in-laws. "No mah, hiks. hyks. It's sa, it's!" She nodded small and half crying.

Suddenly his father-in-law looked down at the face of Aluna who had turned red with her eyes increasingly flowing water. Highlight his eyes looked dark to make Aluna could feel her domineering emotions in-laws.

The room was noticeably narrowed, the glass walls were slowly cracking, "cracks, crutches, crutches, crutches,,!" the longer the crack is getting wider, preparing to hit it at any time. Aluna's body trembled and felt cold, her throat choked with difficulty swallowing saliva.

"Now your only choice is one, which is to accept this match!" Her continued cold in-laws filled with emphasis before leaving Aluna alone in the living room.

Aluna looked at the back of her in-laws who were slowly disappearing. His body drooped limp on the cold ceramic floor, his world seemed to collapse in an instant. Her in-laws did not allow herself to do the rejection to make her chest slashed back then and there.

Aluna slowly wiped her wet face from earlier. Rice has become porridge with a heavy heart must accept the matchmaking.

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That night Aluna returns to her luxury apartment with Arlan. Wishing there was Arlan who could wait for him and hug him while calming himself down.

But he forgot, if since he had filed an arranged agreement with Arlan there was no more harmony between them. Almost every night he was lonely in the room, while Arlan often came home in the middle of the night drunk.

Aluna slowly opened the apartment door, her heavy footsteps entering the room. He looked around the large room, very quiet. Then, walking unsteadily opened the door of the room again staring around his room which was also empty and silent.

His heart raged on each side of the room, just as the night before he had only lived his night alone.

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"Hiks.! Hicks.! Hicks!" Aluna was crying on the bed curled up. His body was shaking with cold. "HIKS.! HYX.! NIKS.!" His crying is getting bigger.

She did agree to her husband's matchmaking but who would have thought that she would be matched with her own sister. Aluna could not imagine the days if she had to look at Nindia and see Arlan share her love.

Is he willing to watch? Not to mention if Nindia was really pregnant with Arlan's child. Now that her mother-in-law had changed enough to her, if Nindia became pregnant it meant that her in-laws would be even more glorifying - glorify Nindia.

"What if Arlan changes after having a child with her? While himself? Just a display that is slowly aging and worn out to no longer have value." Aluna continued to bathe in tears of pain.

All night Aluna curled up in tears. His mind was troubled thinking about his life problems. I don't know what to do, I don't have a choice to back off. Not to mention Arlan who was not beside her, Aluna guessed at that time her husband must have been drunk again at the club.

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After going through a long debate finally the wedding date Arlan and Nindia just count the days.

A week before the wedding, Aluna kept her promise to design a wedding ring for her husband.

In that room he returned through the night alone. A white HVS paper on the table that looks clean and plain.

Aluna looked at the white paper, her heart raging and not even starting yet her body was already shaking firmly grasping the pencil in her right hand still looking at the paper.

Aluna slowly began to touch the paper, then drew a faint circle that resembled a ring. His hands danced gently further accentuating his drawing pattern.

The faint scratches get brighter and thicker to almost resemble a ring in the form of a perfect circle.

In a state of trembling, Aluna continued to scratch. The corner of her eyes glued to feel the incision from each stroke of her pencil.

One ring with a slightly thicker size forms a perfect circle, in the middle of which there is a small gem point at a faint glance.

Then, next to it is seen another ring that is more slender with the shape of an inner circle. Aluna began to form a cross-like pattern on the upper middle so as to create a thin gap that is slightly elongated in the middle of the side of the kana and left.

Aluna tried not to cry again, but still her tears began to fall when she began to draw a slightly larger jewel in the middle, while in the cross lines are spiked some small gem points that cross following the pattern.

While occasionally wiping his face Aluna still completed the details - the details of the beautiful ring.

She never expected to design a pair of wedding rings for her own husband along with her sister. It felt like it had been pierced by thorns all over its body.

He used to draw a pair of ring designs with a warm heart. And always pray that the prospective owner has a lasting relationship. But this time, I don't know what prayers he should say.

"Tests!"

A drop of clear twisting from his right cheek dripped down the edges of the paper as he looked at the pair of rings he had just drawn.

There is a sense of resentment to yourself for believing too much in the choices of his in-laws. Easily consent to matchmaking without asking first what the woman of choice is like.

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That morning the sunlight again illuminated the entire corner of the city. The warm light penetrated the window of the apartment until it disturbed Aluna who was asleep. He is seen sleeping by making his left hand a pillow on the table, while one hand is seen stretched out on paper and pencil in front of him.

"Emghh!" Slowly opening his eyes felt a warm light piercing his face. Aluna squinted her fixed eyes at the white light while covering a little of her face with her right hand.

His head felt heavy and his waist felt sore because all night he was asleep in a chair while his hands and head were resting on the table.

Aluna glanced at the mattress wrapped in a blue bedcover easily looks empty and still neatly arranged, just like when she returned last night.

That means Arlan hasn't been home all night! "Mas Arlan?" He then quickly looked for the whereabouts of his phone.

Frantically Aluna left the table, the sofa in the room also searched the contents of her bag but her phone still he had not found.

Aluna stood up while biting the small tip of her thumb trying to recall the place where she kept the phone.

"Blazer," he murmured and began to glance at the hanger in the corner of the room. Aluna quickly reached into the pocket of the black blazer she was wearing yesterday.

His eyes sparkled slightly when he found the phone and immediately turned it on. After a few seconds his gaze was sad looking at the screen with no sign of Arlan's number contacting him.

Call log repeatedly he open close, also WhatsApp chat that repeatedly he scroll and read, but the content is still the same as the chat yesterday.

Aluna glanced at the window, then out of the room looked at the empty living room then ran over to open Arlan's private workspace and the result was the same.

With heavy steps Aluna entered into the empty room. His eyes turned red again looking at the black suit hanging on the back of Arlan's front desk swivel chair.

Aluna approached the table and chair, her hands slightly shaking reaching for Arlan's suit. Then sit on a swivel chair while hugging and kissing the suit. The smell of melting from her husband is still lingering.

His heart slashed again, feeling the silence and emptiness in his heart. The colourful days have faded since they agreed to the match.

She is willing to share her husband for the happiness of her husband's family, but making her own happiness has lain.

Seriate...