The Charm of The Twins
111 "I love you Arumi."

Flashback.

"Arumi where's Am?"

"At Palembang Ma. But it seems to be in the countryside." Ammar.

"Here is Arumi, remember that no one is perfect. Including your partner. Arumi is still learning a lot. It's your duty as her husband to guide your wife Am. You understand that ribs aren't straight, do you?" Ayra said as Ammar prepared clothes for him to take after his wife.

Ammar promised not to be angry with his wife.

When Mr. Subroto wants to catch up with his daughter. Melisa has forbidden it. He had thought that Arumi had returned home where his childhood had been carved there. He must have missed his mother. He felt sick about something. And there is a grandmother who can give herself the calm that is Granny Syaripah.

Flashback off

Ammar was sitting in the living room. A room all made of wood. Good floor pole, wall. All made of wood. The house that Arumi currently occupies is his mother's house where the house is commonly called a stilt house in the village but for many South Sumatran residents, the house is commonly called Rumah Cara Gudang.

South Sumatra itself has 7 Indigenous Houses.

Ammar saw Arumi peeking out from behind the red curtain. He came out with unraveled hair and a short-sleeved negligee. Ammar looked around the room. It was brave that his wife was dressed like that Ammar thought as all the windows of the stage house opened.

"Whose child is this?" Ask Grandma Syaripah curious.

But when he saw Arumi coming and approaching Ammar also stuck out his hand Granny Syaripah understood.

"Oh... So you're married. So this is your husband? Rumi's... Rumi's... So you came here for a fight?" Say Grandma again.

Arumi silent. He lowered.

"Will make a drink for your husband." Nek Syaripah.

Arumi rushed back. Cara Gudang House was built with pottery wood that made Ammar could hear the footsteps of his wife who went towards the kitchen. The house has five rooms. Two bedrooms and a living room, the living room which is now used as Grandma Syaripah for prayer or teaching. And the kitchen room that is directly integrated with the dining room.

Before long Arumi appeared with black coffee. The smell of coffee is special. Ammar who was tired quickly sipped the coffee. A plate of fried bananas that are still warm was sent by Nek Syaripah to Ammar.

"Rest tonight. Rumi, serve your husband well. Grandma will spend the night at Maryam's. Now grandma's gonna take a shower." Said Nek Syaripah who walked using a wooden stick.

Ammar who saw Nek Syaripah walking with a cane he walked towards the grandmother intended to lead the grandmother who was going down the stairs. Inside the house there are stairs that contact the lower house.

"No need. There rest. Maryam, please bring Grandma's host down." Granny Syaripah's orders to Maryam who was playing cat.

The little lady went upstairs and picked up a box made of brass. The box contains betel nut, betel lime, betel leaf and betel sap. Also Tobacco. Ordinary people know him by 'Peliman'. Where tools and materials to enjoy surih or 'nginang' is in the box Brass it.

Ammar who saw Arumi sitting across from him patted the chair he was sitting on. There is a longing for Dimata Ammar for Arumi. So did Arumi actually.

"here... Sit here." Ammar.

Arumi sat next to Ammar. One hand of Ammar hugged Arumi's waist. One other hand enjoyed the fried banana which had been fried by Arumi himself. After one fried banana, Ammar enjoyed the original coffee typical of South Sumatra.

"Why go so far? Getting angry?" Ask Ammar.

Arumi silent.

"Well, later if you're still angry. I'm gonna take a break Ar. My waist hurts, far away you are sulking all the way to this village." Said Ammar who did feel pain in his waist. Arumi also brought Ammar's bag. Ammar doesn't want to lose Arumi anymore. He held Arumi's hand.

Arrived in a very simple room. Even in that room there was no bed. A kapuk mattress and there is a green mosquito net. Ammar. He was also standing at the side of the window. Arumi was putting her husband's clothes in the closet.

Arumi also seemed to replace the pillowcase with a new one. Luckily this morning he had just changed his sheets with a new one.

"Would you take a shower ?" Ask Arumi.

Ammar glanced at the clock still long Maghrib time.

He opened his shirt. He replaces it with the shirt Arumi gave him. He who was tired lay on that bed. Ammar asked his wife to be by his side.

"here. You need to be interrogated first." Ammar.

Arumi closed the room door. He sat down on Ammar's side. He hugged his wife from behind. He bites slowly on Arumi's shoulder.

"Awww..."

"Crashstttt.. I'll hear people." Ammar heard his wife screaming. He was embarrassed to hear Grandma who was downstairs.

"It hurts!" Arumi was upset that her shoulder was bitten by Ammar.

"It's a punishment to go here not to say anything. You don't pity me. I'm looking for you everywhere Arumi." Ammar put his chin on his wife's shoulder. Ammar closed his eyes.

"Mas also had no pity on me who waited for Mas until starving for almost two hours I waited but Mas instead overslept at Bilqis' side." Said Arumi who could no longer resist jealousy, annoyed with Ammar.

Ammar let go of his embrace. He forced his wife's body.

"So you're angry about that? Why not get angry right away? Yesterday in Australia it was quiet. Why is Indonesia angry?" Ask Ammar astonished.

"Which wife is not angry. Her husband promised to take her to dinner and come home late and fell asleep at another woman's house." Arumi

"He's my cousin Ar."

"But she's a girl!" Said Arumi with red eyes holding back tears.

Arumi took a deep breath He remembered Ayra's message. To be quiet if his wife is emotional. He also closed his lips tightly. Both of his hands were still around Arumi's waist.

"Get angry, I'll shut up and listen." Ammar.

But the atmosphere of the silent room there was no sound coming out of Arumi's lips.

"I miss you Ar." Ammar said because he did not hear his wife's voice.

Arumi silent. He didn't answer.

"You still angry?"

"Mas won't let me wait anymore? Can you take care of yourself for me when I'm outside? I don't like Mas near any girl, Can I?" Ask Arumi.

"Can."

"Promise."

"If in disbelief I will go as far away from your life." Arumi.

"Don't go again Arumi... Pleases.... You can be angry, you can say something to me but not get away from me. Okay "Say Ammar while tightening his arms.

The scent of Ammar's body oozed into Arumi's nasal cavity. Arumi's heart was pounding as Ammar held onto his cheek.

"No human being is perfect. I can understand you leaving there's certainly a reason. And this stupid husband of yours never went to school to be a good husband. But I'll try to be a good life companion for you Ar." Ammar.

When Ammar's lips were so close to his wife's. Maryam's voice from downstairs shocks Arumi.

"Yuk Arumi's... Kito this afternoon to eat apo Yuk?" Shouted Mary from downstairs.

[Sir Arumi we ate this afternoon the same side dish what?]

"O... Dacute Maryam... Come on, Ado lakinyo." Remember Nek Syaripah.

[Non-polite Maryam. Your sister has her husband.]

Ammar rubbed his neck.

Arumi smiled too.

"I'll cook for dinner. Rest." said Arumi.

"Book?"

Arumi, who was poking her hair, turned to look at Ammar.

"This is not your world. Where you have a lot of money millions and can travel the world. This is my old world." Arumi.

Ammar was curious about the word cook. Make him rise from his sleep.

"b... Arumy..." Call Ammar. Arumi came out of the kitchen.

"What's up, Mom?"

"I want to see you cook." Ammar said with a smile.

Arumi sighed softly. He thinks what's up. He also returned to the kitchen. Arrive in the kitchen. Ammar was flabbergasted by his wife, whom he considered spoiled, childish for leaving home. He saw the other side of his wife and made her even more amazed.

Arumi is seen blowing on one wood that looks like it is from bamboo. When the object was blown it looked like the fire in the firewood was starting to live. Then after the fire live Ammar was worried.

"That's not Ar fire?" Ask Ammar. He saw the walls and the floor from the wood.

"No. Underneath it is the ground." Arumi.

"That's the tape?" Ask Ammar again.

"My beloved husband will sit down first. Let your wife do the cooking." Say Arumi while peeling an onion.

Ammar felt warm in his heart. The affectionate words from Arumi just made Ammar aware. His wife is not a romantic woman. Until it takes a struggle to be called, unfortunately, it must be this long.

Arumi cleans up the eggplant so fresh. And there are river fish that have been cleaned by Arumi. Ammar did not expect his wife to be so agile in the kitchen.

"Why don't you ever cook at Ar's?" Ask Ammar.

"What's the use of so many maids in the house when I cook." Arumi.

Ammar laughed at his wife's spontaneous response.

That afternoon Ammar grew in love with Arumi. His wife's cooking, even though it is cooked in a simple kitchen, makeshift ingredients but tastes good and fresh. When Maghrib time comes. Ammar is happy. During the Maghrib prayer he saw Arumi also ready with his face and sitting next to Maryam and Nek Syaripah.

A rainy day. Making the hangar does not echo the adhan. The village that only 30KK remains can be sure no one left to break except the mosque's marbot who happened to be mute. Only the Maghrib is sounded.

Ammar prayed Maghrib until the time of Isha. When the rain stops. Syaripah's grandmother's son who invited Maryam also invited Syaripah Grandma. The grandmother told Arumi when she was going to her son's residence.

"Solve your problems with your husband well. Grandma's glad you're dating a nice guy." Said Nek Syaripah just before riding his son's motorbike on the sidelines of drizzling rain.

As the door of the room closed, Arumi looked puzzled. Ammar took off his blanket.

"here." Ammar Pinta.

"Hhhhh. She's Arumi's husband. He deserves you."

Arumi is not a stupid girl. When to pray Maghrib. Her husband looked at her happily. He knew the meaning of the gaze of a man who was aware of Australia waiting for himself holy from menstruation.

Arumi also opened her hijab. He has prepared this. She was wearing a lingerie she brought from Jakarta. He did hope Ammar found it but he thought later in the residence of Mr. Subroto. As Arumi approaches Ammar. The man did not blink.

"Mas tired?" Ask Arumi with a smile.

Ammar sumringa.

"Not if my wife asks to be showered tonight." Ammar said slowly.

That night Ammar enjoyed a beautiful pleasure. Which husband is unhappy. Anxiety, anger, fatigue are now gone because it is presented an activity that will lead to reward. Ammar is not Bramantyo Pradipta who can still hold back to be able to choose a place to enjoy the paradise of the world with his wife.

For Ammar, it was time, it was wife. The availability of the wife, it already has no reason to hold back let alone delay. Who would have thought the successor CEO of MIKEL Group actually enjoyed his first night in a very simple place. Even in areas where he himself does not understand the language.

"Thank you Ar... Never leave again." said Ammar when sweat had soaked his body and blankets in the cold of the night.

Arumi shed her tears.

To him Ammar is sincere. With that he came to that place. Not even an angry look on the husband's face embarrassed Arumi herself.

"Just be your wife until the end of my breath. That's what I expected." Said Arumi who closed her eyes on the chest of her Husband who was still soaked in sweat.

That's Marriage. Not only is there a word to have but there must also be an apology, there must be a word of tolerance, there must be a word to understand, share, and a sense to make each other happy. That's the key to The Twins' marriage to till Jannah.