My Life is Difficult
Women Scared

I immediately turned away as he opened his veil before praying. Fortunately, it was not visible, his face. My reflexes and quick movements are second to none. My body and soul have always collaborated well, deftly.

Huh, almost. It's nothing, if I see her face that is definitely 'not really', I'm not sure I can survive in this fucking marriage until the next three months, the deadline we are allowed to divorce. And if you back out of this marriage now, it would mean risking honor and inviting Opa's wrath.

"Do you not understand? I told you never to open the veil in front of me!" I pressed the voice with doubt.

"Oh, kirain is sleeping. Em, I want to pray, I don't wear a veil." He answers. Maybe now not wearing the veil, looking at me like. From his voice sounds so.

"Yes, don't pray here. Back away!" My achy orders face the wall in a non-strategic position like this.

"Yes, I can't. His kibla people go there. Time behind." He answered again. Honest and innocent.

But, yes also, where can the qibla is reversed.

"When it's done, say. Wear the veil just call," I said.

"Yes," he replied casually, gently, and infuriatingly.

So I had to, I gave up. Me, an Aldo, this big boss caving in with the village girl? Huh, just this once. It won't happen again.

I remained in the position of his back that prayed right beside the bed. Without the slightest intention to turn around let alone peek at his unclosed face. Uninterested. That's not interesting.

Ten minutes paused, no call from him. Only the silence and the gusts of wind sounded. Forgive me, long time to pray. Read what the hell letter is he? Must have spelled it out with a stammer. Sucks.

For so long, until I didn't realize I was asleep. Late for waiting. I don't know how long.

I woke up suddenly but not surprised. Just feel like you're lulled into another realm. Drifting. Floating in a mouthful of melodious sound that washed away. Sounds calm and soothing. The voice of someone teaching. Reading the Qur'an. With a small, sweet voice. So sweet. I've never heard that sound. Knock the tone smooth. His pronunciation was perfect, and the tone taught him to make curious listening to the end. Must have been a mosque marbot near here again mutar new murottal. It's really good sound.

I kept on cursing and living the melodious groove. The first time in my life I like to listen to the recitation of the Qur'an, usually, ah boro-boro, I have not been converted into ogah-ogahan dreadin holy verse gini. But this time, for some reason, it's really nice. Until I fall asleep again.

Dreaming of Opa coming and scolding me with wrath because Miranda pitted the non-no. Indeed the unlucky carrier village girl.

"Aldo, you were expelled from the family of Amagatta!"

"No, Opa! Don't...!"

".... get up, pray first." A face-covering monster suddenly saved me.

I got up and rubbed my eyes. Found Miranda who was about to touch, rocking my body. Uh, held the same as him? Can itch this body.

"Huust! Look, don't ever hold it and don't touch it. That's also the rules and the deal part. Understood?"

He just blinked, somehow the expression on his face. Whatever it is, the important thing is not to hold me.

"Yes, pray first, Om." He thrust the prayer mat to my side.

Yes, I am complaining. Let me not look sholeh gini also I still remember praying times, although occasionally. Once a year max. No need to remember that. Sok ngatur emang. Typical of the village.

I got up and took my coat and bag. Towards the door. Bi Hali must not be monitoring anymore. So I'm free to go to my own room. Free from this strange girl's room.

"Later tonight get ready, we go to Opa's house. Remember, don't argue!" I turned around once more before opening the door lock and quickly entered my room.

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I took Bi Hali with me and asked her to bring all her clothes. Plans to 'return it' to Opa. He seemed to hesitate but he could reject me now.

"Keep it in order and clean the apartment Sir who? If Opa asks me to come back, what about, sir?" Asked worriedly and hesitantly raised a large bag all over his clothes.

"Later clear to Opa" I replied flatly.

Very smart this maid is acting. Like I don't know the main job, spying on me and Miranda.

The village girl was also prepared. Always in his special clothes. Long leeway thick-clothed clothes, socks, and of course face coverings. Apes live. Mending looked at Bi Hali rather than looking at him.

Arriving at the Opa house we were immediately greeted with the typical temptation of newlyweds. Especially my brothers who are lazy and no one can be relied upon. Laughing over my suffering and bad luck, outrageous indeed.

"Well, why did Bi Hali bring clothes back?" My mother asked. Accompanied by the probing gaze of Opa.

"Oh yes, Bi Hali works at this house only. Can you go to Opa?" I put on a sweet look, acting.

Opa.

"Let me and Miranda learn to live independently. Is that Opa?" I raised my forehead. Awaiting reaction.

Opa laughs.

"OK, okay. You guys are a good fit. Yeah, so. More of a struggle for his new life. Helping each other in household chores is just the two of them. Mumpung has no children. You can be romantic too, Aldo. Opa likes it."

Fiuuh, thank God Opa believes. Don't know what my plan is. Miranda as Bu Hali's replacement. Let's know the taste. Help with homework? Amit-amit. Big boss gini, it is not important to do ****-whining housework.

I smiled cynically at the three brothers who seemed to be reading the situation. In essence, they always envied me who had always trusted Opa more.

At the dinner table we gathered. Miranda sat next to me.

Until the food is served on each plate, no one touches the food. Like waiting for something. Wait what the hell? I'm getting confused. Urung feed food into my mouth.

"Miranda, the veil wasn't opened? We are all family. How would he eat if his face was covered?" My mother asked. In an ordered manner.

Ouch. Pimply.

"Well what are you, Aldo? Miranda wants to eat too." Papi spoke.

"But he can't eat without the veil." I dodged. Glancing and coding Miranda to eat right away, in the way she did in the apartment, putting food behind her veil, spoon-by-spoon, without opening the face cloth.

"It's hard dong kayak. Why are you so possessive Miranda's face we can't see?" Alfie looked at me suspiciously.

It starts to feel bad if one of the three children talks. In any case, they're quite naughty brains about this. It could have been discovered that I was actually just pretending to accept this marriage.

"Why? Want to see my wife's face? Jelalatan aja," always me with a cynical look. Like I don't know his behavior all this time, like changing girlfriends and even changing fiancees, just messing with women.

"Don't-don't-" Angga's voice fishing.

"Not to go along too!" I cut. Put the spoon on the plate until it makes the sound of plates and spoons clashing.

"Sst. Already, what the hell are you guys. Don't make a fuss at the dinner table." Opa finally opened his voice.

"Miranda, please eat as comfortably as you?" Opa turned to speak softly to Miranda. Seen once, Opa seemed to love this girl. Either because it comes from the same hometown as Almarhumah Oma. Or because of the 'sholeha' criterion that makes Opa so happy.

Make everyone shut up. And Miranda, fortunately she quickly carried out my decree, eating in such a closed-face condition. It seems relaxing, as you may be used to it. While I eat with a bitch too. Professional chef cuisine specially hired by Opa to work in this house.

Until dinner ends and we have to go home. Yeah, gotta get back to the apartment. Can't stay here. So annoying.

We went home and before leaving the door, Miranda kissed the hands of Opa, Mami, and Papi, saying goodbye.

My three brothers who like to play the woman also helped thrust their hands aggressively. And Miranda did not welcome any of their hands. Just cupped his hands in front of his chest.

"Why?" Alex raised his forehead.

"Not a muhrim," answered Miranda plainly.

And I laughed satisfied. Haha. Feel it! Although I also do not want to touch this village girl, but I am satisfied to also see her do not want to be touched by the three men.

"Om, keys...." Miranda picked up the keys to my car that had fallen on the carpet. And his call, suddenly made everyone look at me.

"Omm?" Opa looked at me seriously. Like, suspecting again.

That call was a problem too. Bi Hali could be sent back to the apartment again if this is the case.

"Yes, brother wait in the car," I replied quickly. Taking the key from Miranda's hand.

Very amused to say so. Huh, for what sake has grown up like this called brother and sister like a dozen so. Severer. Severer.

"So call him brother or om?" He asked when my luxury car had driven away from the yard of Opa's house.

Hishis. This little girl.

"Whatever."

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We arrived at the apartment at ten in the night. Just two.

Yeah, fix, starting tonight we're just gonna stay alone in this apartment. Than I spied on the maid. I'd better make her a maid.

"That's your room. Here's my room. Remember our agreement. We live each. Eat each one, sleep each one. Just be a room neighbor. Only for the next three months. So never get excited and don't expect more. Understood?"

I stopped her steps that were about to go into the room. Reminds him again, so he doesn't forget.

Eyes blinked. It stood just below the lamp that was attached to the wall above the door. I just realized her eyelashes turned out to be long and pliable. Become a very beautiful blend with her clean brown iris eyes. So clean, that I could see the shadow of my own face in his eyes. Drugged in those eyes.

"Sister...." He called. Just surprising.

Dug. My heart.

"Three more months it-"

"Then we'll talk about it! I'm cape! Wanna sleep!" I immediately cut and dodged in a loud voice as I felt something warm on my cheek as he stared back like that.

I immediately turned around and went into my room. Closing the door and holding my chest. Here, on the left. How am I doing this? Can't I fall in love with him who can only be seen in his eyes?

Yeah, it's impossible! Even just a day of living in the house.

He was ugly, so his face was covered. Skin of his body, panuan. That's why it's also hidden closed. My logic survives desperately.

So how could I possibly like women just because of their eyes?

Until late at night and in bed, I just turned around. It's hard to shut down. Shadows of brown eyes with fleshy eyes that stare with the look of sincere eyes. Mirandas.

Well, I why the hell?

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