Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
chapter 33

Two days after the event in Singapore. Afin came home with a tired body. The man was silent before getting out of his car. Safa was waiting at the door. The cream-hooded girl smiled with her hands holding the scissors after cutting a few small branches.

"What are you again?" Afin asked shortly after getting out of the car approaching Safa.

"I'm just scissors of flower stems that's getting dry, Bang." Safa grabbed her husband's slightly hairy hand and kissed him with reverence.

Suddenly Safa's eyes condensed for no reason. His heart was like being played all this time. But he can't protest it.

"It's not your job, Fa. There are gardeners who used to do it. So why do you bother?"

Safa smiled, "I don't bother. Because this is how I throw away saturates. They, these plants are my mute friends here. As long as I'm married, there's nothing I can talk to but them. That sounds crazy, Bang."

Afin fell silent, hearing quite poignant words. He also caught Safa's two teary eyes. Looks like he's angry... But it's natural that he's angry. Because until now his rights have not been fully fulfilled.

"I made tea, huh? Or do you want some coffee?" Safa continued.

"There's a housekeeper who used to do that for me. You don't have to be tired of doing everything, Fa."

"What is my job as a wife?" His frown held bitter in heart. Safa's eyes circled, to some crew around them. Who had been seriously listening to the conversation the two so suddenly pretended to be busy.

Safa nodded once at Abiyan and the others before leaving the man who was frozen in his place without speaking anything more.

Afin looked back, "Guys! Work everything yes. Don't wait for the cave. If laper, pesen aja delivery. The cave pays."

"Ready, Brother!" abiyan's answer represents everything. The man sighed, his long steps started to move in.

"Pcsst! That marriage, huh? There is a problem" Biyan told one of the men who was holding a camera bag.

"Not only couples who are married, dating is also the same. Girls are muddy, ordinary things. As a man yes we have to give a lot," he replied as he took another bag.

Abiyan. The twenty-four-year-old man was shaking his head.

"Fortunately the single cave. So you can relax no complicated if you go far away," he murmured while carrying other items.

***

In the room, Afin looked for his figure who had just left him. And Afin found Safa, watering the garden on the balcony of the room.

"You mad?" The question is flat. Safa who was still busy watching the flowers did not stop her work.

"What's that supposed to be?"

"Maybe. You suddenly entered. I forbid you to do all the housework because you're my wife, not the assistant in this house." The man walked closer, then stopped by his wife's side, looking at her sad face from the side.

Safa lifts the plastic containers used for watering flowers. Then hugged her, looking at the golden sky towards evening.

"What am I like, in my eyes?" Ask without shifting his eyes. "Sorry, if Safa's appearance is less attractive."

"I mean, Safa just wanted to know my shortcomings in my eyes. It's as if I knew, so I could fix it again. And work a little to make you happy."

"No, Fa. There is nothing less in you. I like whatever you have."

"I know Abang lied," he said, dismissing Afin's words with the facts he had received so far.

"I'm not lying, Fa."

Safa bit the lower end of her lips while turning her face. As a woman, she was very embarrassed to argue this. Because some women are certainly very heavy to ask for inner rights first even if it is to her own husband. Afin grabs both of his wife's shoulders, taking Safa to face him.

"Please trust me."

Safa put on the bead, returning Afin's gaze with nervousness.

"If you really are, you like whatever is on me. Why is Giniin Safa?"

The context of those words made Afin unsheathed. Spotlight eyes that can not be separated towards his wife, he can not pretend blind anymore now.

"Are you happy, making Safa even to the point of begging for inner rights to you?" He asked with a trembling voice holding back the cry.

"It's not so, Fa. Me?" Afin's words stopped. He is not ready to tell the real facts. What if Safa was angry and disgusted at him.

"According to Brother, what is the function of marriage? Is it just to record our names on official government papers?" Ask again. She caught the increasingly silent lips in her husband. "Please answer..."

"I'm sorry, Fa. All these mistakes I've done have a reason."

"What reason?"

"I can't explain it. Because of you, it probably won't be able to take it." Afin really felt deadlocked. He could not say that to Safa, but he could not find a clear reason either.

Safa frowned, she did not understand his words that caused strange thoughts.

"Why did you say that? You should know, for whatever reason. You cannot leave your duty as a husband. Sinful brother, Bang! Dzolim's brother is Safa's name."

"I know, Fa! I understand.. please! give me time to prepare for this. If I'm mentally strong, I'll give it to you."

While breaking away from both hands Afin. Safa shook her head slowly, because she really did not understand what her husband was thinking. And has he had secrets all along?

"please, understand. I promise to give you your rights as my full wife. I promise, Fa." Afin's voice begged.

"Alright, once again Safa says. Safa would not have forced Safa's husband to do so, had it not been Abang's duty as a man, who had made the promise before the ruler and the witnesses. Even though I really want to. I ridho Abang did not touch Safa. But keep in mind, it has its limits, Bang."

Safa again left Afin who just stayed on the balcony. Look at the wife who is crying on the bed. He could hear her crying even quietly. And that made him feel even more guilty.

I'm sorry, Fa. I'm just a junk man who's got a lot of stains on this body. I feel humiliated when I touch you. But I want to spoil you too.