Pursuing the Love of My Husband
The Part 10 MCS

#Pursuing the Love of My Husband part 10 (First Night)

(PoV Rizki)

Tonight, is the first night Annisa and I became husband and wife.

Unlike other brides who are waiting for this moment, I just want to avoid it. It really doesn't feel easy to touch a woman I don't love.

I was still sitting in the courtyard of the mosque, when Isya prayer was finished half an hour ago.

 I don't know what Annisa's going to think there, but here, I'm preparing myself to find an excuse to avoid Annisa tonight. I can't touch her.

My mind was upset, I still imagined Sheila who came this morning with tears.

I wanted to return her hug, but I couldn't do it because I belonged to another woman, and she belonged to another man.

I guess, Sheila will keep her promise to maintain her marriage to that man. Good riddance! He should be happy with a man who is as intimate as him.

My body already belongs to Annisa, but my mind is still filled with Sheila. Astagfirullah...

I do as much as I can to get rid of the heartbreak. I know, it shouldn't be like this.

Annisa's a good woman, I'm very acknowledging that. His look at me was so deep. Unfortunately, I could not return my gaze to him, like his gaze to me which was filled with love.

I can try as sweetly as possible to treat Annisa, especially in the presence of her umminya.

But to do ‘itu’ it feels like I can't pretend. It would be unfair for Annisa if I did, while my shadow was still filled with Sheila.

The night is getting late, the moon is already hiding behind the night clouds.

With a heavy heart I must go home soon. There's no way I'm gonna keep avoiding Annisa, let alone the first night of our wedding.

What will Ummi say if I avoid this bridal night.

***

“Assalamualaikum” I open the door slowly, but the house is deserted. The clock hand already showed the number nine nights. It seems, ummi is asleep. I feel a little relieved.

I walked into Annisa's room located in the corner of the TV room. While the Ummi room is in the back close to the kitchen and dining room.

I really hope Annisa's asleep, so I don't have to find an excuse not to touch her tonight.

“Mas..”.

The deg!

Annisa's voice called out, slowly the sound of my feet getting closer to me who was turning his back towards the kitchen. Following the smell of perfumes that are increasingly fragrant.

Unlike Sheila perfume that is always stinging, Annisa perfume is very calm.

“Annisa make ginger milk. Mother said, I like to drink ginger milk if again soybean” He thrust a glass at me.

“Thanks. Bring it to the room, all of you want to fall. Capek” I said a little tart.

This is the first time I've seen him without wearing a hijab. His hair was shoulder-length, straight and black.

He also seems to be good at making-up. Another one that makes pangling, he's making a bang.

Looking at Annisa right now, it's like seeing Korean artists. White, smooth, and wearing thin makeup of Korean women.

I thought a woman dressed in a headscarf and with a broad veil like her was old-fashioned. It turns out I was wrong, it was precisely in that way that she hid her beauty.

Arriving at the room, we were quiet. After I finished the ginger milk that Annisa made, I don't know what to do, it's strange to be in a room with a woman who has just been met twice.

I am still worried about my feelings. Although after seeing her appearance now, my heart trembled slightly. But still, I have to convince you that I love her. New I can do ‘itu’ with him.

I understand, if I withhold Annisa's rights by not giving her an inner living, I will sin. But really, I had no desire at all for him.

In fact, just a heartbeat I do not feel. How can I touch it?

“Annisa, mmm.. put it this way, for tonight Mas has not been able to do ‘itu’, Mas hope you understand. Today I am tired.” I said look for a reason.

“Ndak what, Mas. We still have plenty of time. Now I am sleeping, yes. Let Annisa turn off the lights.” Say it with a smile.

I wondered why he knew I had to sleep in the dark.

I am grateful to be free from my duties tonight. Tomorrow, let me think about it again.

Actually I'm not sleepy, it's just an excuse that I can be free from obligations tonight.

I just kept quiet and pretended to sleep. My ears caught every movement of Annisa who was still sitting on the desk chair.

Apparently, he was struggling with a laptop to check the sales report this week.

Annisa has a Muslim fashion business. From the set of gamis, hijab, veil, even long tops that are very fashionable models.

In terms of material, this effort, Annisa is quite enough. It might even be able to achieve more than my monthly income.

She is an independent and not spoiled girl. At the age of eighteen, he was able to meet all his own needs.

After the death of his ashes, ummi continued the business that since the beginning in groaning together.

They have a wholesale store business in the parent market. Ummi also has eight-door costs near the famous University in Cirebon.

Although financially this family is fairly located, but their way of life is very simple.

I marvel at their zeal in seeking sustenance.

Someday, I will follow in their footsteps to become a businessman. For now, I can only enjoy each process.

Collecting little by little money for capital. The plan, I want to open a motorcycle and car repair shop business, and provide all kinds of spare parts for both vehicles.

But of course it requires a lot of capital. And I have to work even harder to realize what I dreamed of.

With a strong effort and prayer, hopefully what I dream of can be achieved.

“Mas, have you slept?” Nisa asked, looking at me.

I didn't answer his question, instead I pretended to snore a little so he was sure that I was completely slumbering.

I felt Nisa close her laptop and walk over to me. He stopped at the edge of the bed right next to me.

He sat on the floor and leaned his head against the bed, now I feel his face right in front of my face.

She gently stroked my hair, from the edge of my eyes I saw that she was looking at me fixedly.

“Mas, I really did not expect, you who used to help me that night, are now in my room.” Nisa whispered.

“That night I was so scared, I was afraid of the dark and the phobia with lightning, let alone the rain was very heavy. I prayed and cried for help from God. Not long after, you came and helped me. From that moment on, you disturbed my mind. Though I do not know you at all, do not know your name, and do not know your status, but I presumptuously always ask you to God. Unexpectedly, my prayers were answered, Mom. And now that you're here, I'm so grateful.” Annisa continued her words.

Hearing the story, I immediately remembered the incident that night a year ago. Yeah, a night where it's raining so heavily with lightning striking each other.

I came home from the Syauqina pesantren to see him, and stopped by for a while to a high school friend's house.

Looking at him who was confused, I could not bear to let him just like that. Was the girl I was helping at the time really Annisa?

I didn't even see his face because it was covered with a mask. But if you remember more carefully, the motor I repaired at that time was exactly the same as the Annisa motorcycle in the garage.

Oh my God, is this a coincidence? Nah! this can't be a coincidence.

This is a scenario designed so neatly by the owner of life.

Will there be any more surprises in the next chapter?

Annisa's still stroking my hair. He did not stop looking at me in the light of the lamp.

A little uncomfortable with this situation, I pretended to squirm and moved to the position behind him. He looked a little shocked, then immediately, he moved to the sofa that was near the window of the room.

Little wonder, why didn't Annisa sleep in bed? Though next to me was still empty and relieved because this bed was the largest, but he chose to sleep on the sofa.

What's he thinking? Does he feel awkward sleeping with me?

My eyes grew heavier, I ignored Annisa who had fallen asleep on the sofa.

I also fell asleep in the wedding bed alone. Wrapped with warm blankets and dim light.

The WO designed this room as romantic as possible for us, but in the end, we chose each other's sleep.

Seriate...