Reaching Surgaku
Grey Night

The room that was previously in use mas el stay is now in the bridal room by mama elma and all the preparations were done by buying with the help of hotel employees when they all left for the wedding ijab kabul event this morning, clearly visible from the look of the face of mas el who looks astonished but he can guess that all this is the work of his mother who wants tonight to be a night of a bride who is tempestuous like other couples in general.

We both entered the room that was supposed to be a special room for all newly married couples. The room that was supposed to be the beginning of our beautiful day was full of excitement. Desire, sweat, sigh of pleasure, kisses, hugs, as well as that friendly fondness.

Just now we set foot towards the door the fragrance of rose petals burst out into all corners of the room, the scent coming from the bed rajang that is now conjured like a sea of roses, the red color is so tempting that my eyes want to immediately lay down there. The more we stepped foot into the smell of roses the more piercing the nose of both of us, Mas el who looked at me with a flat facial expression no matter what was on his mind this time I could not understand through my thought, Mas el, that expressionless look made me feel confused about what to do.

Even though we were married and became a couple, still nothing changed between the two of us other than our legal status of being husband and wife in the eyes of people and religion,we are two strangers who do not know each other.

Mas el looks ordinary there is no awkwardness that can be seen from his attitude, as if he considers me not there. Mas el chose to clean himself in the bathroom after taking off the suit and shirt he was wearing at the reception, all the clothes are now left just scattered on the floor. While I am still busy removing all the used wedding reception knickknacks that are still intact attached to my body, the dress I use today is so beautiful. It makes me look like a princess in a fairy tale but the difference is that all princesses in a fairy tale are married and live happily with the prince they love and love them the other I marry the prince which I do not love and love. Then what fairy tale fits with this story of my life.

Mas el who just came out of the bathroom with his fresh face now looks much more handsome, the smell of fragrant soap gushed from his body, his wet hair was shampooing it made my heart turbulent. While I am still wearing a wedding dress since earlier because of the difficulty of opening the zipper on my back. Repeatedly I tried to reach her to open up but this dress that was perfectly attached to my body made it difficult for me to move. Slowly mas el walked towards me, like he knew I needed help.

" Fight there let me help you" said the cold word out of his mouth with a facial expression that was no less fierce.

His hand touched my back to open the zipper, somehow there was something strange about me as the blood in my body boiled. Could it be that I wanted to? Why am I like this he just helped me open the zipper instead of the other then why do I feel like this, I shook my head slowly trying to resuscitate myself who started to bully. After I finished helping me open the zipper, mas el then turned his body as if he did not want to see my body in the slightest, he rushed to take the jacket in his closet and did not say a word to me. He just looked at me for a moment and went out of the room leaving me there, even I haven't had time to thank him for helping me.

I don't want to bother with his attitude towards me, he's like that. We are not lovers who put our love on a wedding altar. We were able to get there because of the express tickets of our parents who arranged this match, so it is only natural that his attitude towards me is not as sweet as the attitude of the men towards his soul mate. I also never demanded what he should behave like to me.

I was the one who had just finished cleaning myself in the bathroom, circulating my gaze across the room but the figure I was looking for could not be found there, the bed full of rose petals was empty.

Where is he now? Why haven't you come home yet?

I saw the clock on the phone showing at eleven o'clock in the evening but mas el hasn't come back yet. I am confused between having to wait or sleep first, to be honest I am already tired and sleepy because of lack of sleep from yesterday.

But I must not forget my duty as a wife to my husband, finally I decided to wait until the clock showed at one in the morning but still the one who was waiting for the belly showed the trunk of his nose, without me realizing I was asleep because I was tired of waiting for him all night.

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El glanced at the circular clock in his hand, the clock showed eleven o'clock at night but el who was reluctant to return to the room because he did not want a room with alma. Finally decided to open another hotel room for her to sleep alone that night.

Alma who woke up at dawn was made a crime she was afraid that if she was negligent about her duties as a wife but after she realized that el belom returned her relief at least not her negligent self but her husband came home.

Alma took the ablution water then prayed after he finished he proceeded to harden back his mushaf.

The clock was at half-six when she decided to go back to the room where Alma was there, she did not want her mom and dad to know that last night the newlyweds were sleeping separately. Upon arrival el in the room himself immediately lay his body on the mattress in his view of a glimpse of alma who was busy with his reading.

The clock shows seven o'clock more than twenty minutes when they get out of the hotel room to the restaurant, there are already papa and mama el who enjoy breakfast, there, they plan to eat first before going to Alma's house.

" Why does baby rest?? Comfortable room." Ask my mother-in-law who did not know that she was in vain to prepare such a special room for both of us.

" The room is comfortable Ma, thank you."

Then Mas el came closer and whispered to me.

" Let's not let mom and dad know we slept apart last night." Hearing that pissed me off as if she was threatening me not to complain to her parents. " If you're afraid of being found out why you did it last night." I cried in my heart. But what can make me can only resign and nod my head.

Mama Elma who saw her son's behavior just smiled, she thought her son was doing it because he was being sweet to me. And far from it, his son dumped me on our first night. If only he knew what his only son said to his ex.

After eating and finishing, we all continued our journey to the house of abah and ummi. The distance from the hotel reception place to the house is not too far away, we deliberately choose a hotel that is close to home to make it easier for us to return home if something is left behind.

Arriving at my brother's house we were all greeted warmly, ummi who smiled happily when she saw me coming home with my new family. Also seen aruna my friend who smiled jail teasing me.

Papa and Mama's goal here was to ask my parents for permission to take me and be with them to Jakarta, and live together following my husband.