Rice Shell For My Husband
Chapter 23

Rima continued walking and felt a stranger in that place, always dizzy whether there was anyone else there or not. He was confused in an uncertain direction, feeling increasingly worried. 

"Hello..Is there anyone there?" pekiknya hope there are people, a slightly dark room with lighting that is not too good. "Is there anyone here? Can anyone explain where I am?" 

Seen someone who was strong-bodied approached him, but could not see his face. Rima narrowed both eyes to make it look more clear, both pupils enlarged while rewinding the legs of fear to see who approached him. 

"Don't be afraid, Dinda, this is your husband." Yes, a solid-bodied creature, a large and jet-black body is Darma. Staring at the women of his tribe who can not be reached, considering they are in the dream realm. 

"Stay away from me, Darma!" rima's cry was hysterical and wanted to escape, but his body seemed stiff and unable to move. His fear grew so much that when the magical creature hugged him so tightly, it could not be imagined how he should act. "Stay away from me!" 

"No, don't say that again. I fight everyone just for you, Dinda. We've bonded with each other, both you and I have been together. Come back with me, take my hand." Darma reached out and moved Rima's hand with her strength. 

Rima could not control her hand which almost grabbed that jet-black hand. He closed both eyes, reciting the verse of the chair in his heart. One by one his limbs could be controlled by him, and his mouth finally immediately chanted the Quran until the creature in front of him overheated and disappeared. 

Both eyes widened when the body immediately sat down, Rima saw the atmosphere in that place and realized she was dreaming but very real. His clothes were wet in bathing in sweat, hunting breath and was very sure that Darma would not stay still and not easily let go. 

"Astaghfirullah haladzim, it turns out that he also followed me to the dream. What should I do!" rima said in his heart, his eyes caught the sleeping figure next to him and would tell it to Aisyah. 

Rima saw a clock that showed three o'clock in the morning, slowly getting out of bed and taking ablution to perform tahajud prayers and ask for instructions. When both hands were raised, he trembled to feel the sin he had committed in the past, a puddle of tears accompanied him as well.

Rima was very sorry to have allied with his Lord, not believing in the fate given to him. 

While on the other hand, Darma is very angry that Rima no longer wants him, even though he has sacrificed a lot to leave his title as a prince. Wreaking anger by taking out all his strength, it was very frustrating that he could not get his wife back. 

There was a sound of creepy laughter, laughing at the fate of poor Darma so forced himself to be together with humans. 

"Ck, get out you're the King." Said Darma who knew who was laughing at him. 

A man appeared who laughed at him. "Bas stupid, I warned you before."

"If you want to make fun of me, you better get out of here." Banish Darma. 

"What do you expect from a human? Even princess Sekar Sari is more beautiful and certainly share our country." The king sat next to Darma, laughing at the suffering of the supernatural being next to him. 

"Ck, if you want to take him." 

As soon as the Braja got more excited, it was very interested to discuss it. "Do you really mean it?" 

"Yes, I don't want to marry Sekar Sari." 

"Yes, I will advance to be the companion of princess Sekar Sari." Chirps Braja with the spirit of four five. 

"Yes.that's if he wants to be with you." Cibir Darma chuckled, while Braja pouted. 

"Although I'm just a commoner, I'm very sure of getting love from the princess."

"May you succeed." Darma patted Braja on the shoulder and disappeared. He does not want to be disturbed or discuss others when the heart is hurt deep enough. 

"It turns out he's fun too." Gumam Braja Sembali daydreams the beautiful princess Sekar Sari to be his wife, even though her status is just ordinary people. "For the commoners!" he said encourage himself. 

*

*

Inside the living room, everyone gathered as usual. Rima was silent to look at her situation and condition to tell her what happened to her. 

"What's Rima?" asked Aisyah who had seen her friend's gelagat earlier. 

"It's pretty complicated, he'll always come after you." Said the old man calmly. 

"I want to be free of him." 

"The first step is to break off your unusual relationship and get divorced." Fahri. 

"But I didn't marry him." 

"You've married him without you knowing." 

"Then, what should I do?" Rima is very scared if Darma comes back to haunt her. 

"I'll try to get your binders out and of course help abi." Answer Fahri. 

Rima nodded and hoped that her problem with the supernatural beings was resolved. 

*

*

It has been a few days Rima lived in the house of Fahri's parents, he felt hesitant to continue living there. Moreover, Aisyah went out of town in brackets for two weeks due to urgent matters, she did not want to trouble others and tried to talk to Fahri. 

"Why are you quiet? Let's say!" urge Fahri. 

"So, since Aisha has been out of town for two weeks, I'd better find a new place to live and a job." Said Rima hoping if the host was not offended. 

Fahri raised next to his eyebrows. "No, it's dangerous to get out of here." 

"I know I will fight myself by drawing closer to the Khalik. You don't have to worry." 

"Whoever is worried, confident is not good." Falat Fahri threw a sideways glance. 

"My second reason is not to bother Aisyah and you, your help is more than enough. I'm gonna start living in this town and find a job." 

Fahri fell silent and passed away without saying anything, Rima frowned her eyebrows together as she did not understand why the man had suddenly left. "What's wrong with her?" 

Rima begins to help Umi in the kitchen and clean up as a self-knowing guest, he never stayed silent and cleaned the vast place was assisted by two servants even though the owner had forbidden it. 

"What else did you do?" ask Rima who finished some house. 

"Umi's learning to make banana sponge cake and always fails." 

As soon as Rima smiled, she was very good at cooking and also making cakes. "I can help Umi, it's so easy." 

"Eh, can you make a sponge too?" 

"God willing, let Rima who made and Umi pay attention or record the things needed." 

"All right." 

The two women of different ages laughed as they donated sponge cake and laughed, without knowing someone saw the familiarity was intertwined beautifully. 

"Then Rima here, Umi is always cheerful." Inner Fahri and passed away.