Waiting for First Love to Return
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Dawns. The night mark is over. I saw the Adhan calling, awakening the faithful and willing to fulfill His calling. Throw off the warm blanket, leaving a deep dream.

Every morning I wake up late. Reyhan is no longer beside me. He always goes to the mosque early. At dawn he was out of the house and did not wake me.

I'm in my own room at dawn. It always has been. Because the husband always prays in the mosque not far from home. Here I was forced to wake up early, immediately rushed to cook nyambi clean-up. There are no unwritten rules for duties like home with Marta. Although there is also Beti as a sister.

Two stoves lit up to quickly finish cooking. Do not forget to put rice plus water in the rice cooker. Add turning the washing machine after picking up your dirty clothes, also our dirty clothes.

As a woman, you have to be able to work agile, right? While frying the fish, hands wash the dirty dishes. Let's all be done together. Not too busy in the back.

"I'm surprised by you." Beti's voice surprised me. Come up with wet hair wrapped in a towel, brewing a drink without offering what needs to be helped. Even feel like it should be. I was busy alone.

"Why?" Tanyaku. He is a little hostile and arrogant. Understandably, still young. His arrogance is not stale.

"Well, the newlyweds are busy in the morning in the kitchen. I am, even though I have been married for almost a year. Early in the morning still enjoying the warmth of the husband on the bed." Pull a small towel over his head, and show off his wet hair.

I am no longer young. I quite understand what that means. Wake up and take a bath in the morning before performing the morning prayers? But I chose not to respond. Organize clean dishes, continue to lift the fish that have been cooked.

"Well, how do you want spirit? Old, the most wrinkled. "

What is wrinkled? I'm not that old part of the time. Plus I always take care of the body with expensive skincare that has been tested safe. So still smooth, no less with ABG.

"Unliked*r*h is yes. Same with us." Arrogant this time, son. "It's what it's gonna do."

Forgive this man's mouth. I want to flush with fish oil. But be patient. Says the 'sane lament'.

He felt victorious and proud when I died a flea and couldn't answer. Ah, actually not willing to serve anyway. He immediately sauntered away after finishing brewing the two-glass tea, and brought it back into the room.

Did he say that? Forced marriage? Does he know that I'm not one hundred percent sincere in this marriage? Or does Reyhan feel the same way about me?

Let it. I don't give a shit. He looks good in front of me. I don't have time to talk from heart to heart.

"What cooking?" Ask the husband who just got home. I don't know what my husband did in the mosque. Sessionsang just returned home early morning worshipers.

"Tu." Designate the food that has been served. Just clean the cauldron and the freshly made pot.

"That tab." Pick up meatballs in a capcay, then go to your mother's room.

Finish cooking, finish washing the dishes. The laundry is also done, just stay dry. Now replace sweep.

It turns out that life here is more tired than Abah's house. There Marta still wants to share the tasks in order, plus the house in-laws are bigger than my parents' house. Tu the Beti did not care at all. Exit the room when the need for a doang. His mouth is thinning. Eating ati aja.

I'm done, Reyhan's getting ready for work. Also a couple of husband and wife who is crazy. If I bang Rasya I rarely see, in addition to breakfast and dinner. He was often absent from the dinner table. He's a super busy businessman. Even often do not go home because there is business outside the city he said.

"Rey." My words intend to confide. He was putting some paper in his bag.

"What's? Why is your face bent?" Seeing me approach her with a sullen face. Hot bin keki heard Beti's words earlier. Not envious at all. It's just that no one meddles in personal affairs.

"Your sister-in-law is really nice?" Complain.

"Why? This early in the morning, what did he do?" Relax the times he responded. As if my curses aren't things to consider. Or did he have his brother-in-law's poultice?

"The mouth was lemes times."

"What, you can't have a lemes mouth too? Reply."

Huh huh? What kind of response is that? Even he was again busy with obscure papers.

"You're ni. Same as the nyebelin." Scream roughly, and leave the room. Tell the same story as Mother.

"Let's go home to school inshaAllah I buy a new wheelchair for Mother." His words diverted discussion. Approved my request last night.

I'm waiting for Mother to have breakfast. I even chose breakfast in my room as well.

"Bund, Rey left first." Take my husband to his mother, and catch a glimpse of me sitting in a plastic chair next to my mother.

"Yes. Don't go home too late. Finished straight home. Remember, there's a wife waiting for you at home." Mother's message, which made me and Reyhan look at each other .

"Yes, bund. Mother is no longer lonely, right at home? Is Tasya a good story companion for mom? Did he do something you didn't like? " So worried about her mother?

"What I married just to be your mother's storymate? " My only courageous protest in my heart.

"That's great. Mommy's happy to have a daughter-in-law like her. He's good at cooking, diligent, good again. Dear mother." Looking at me and gently rubbing my head. Which forced me to smile.

I saw Reyhan also smiling faintly at me. Then kiss the mother's hand to say goodbye. He kissed both of his mother's cheeks.

"Reyhan's leaving, Bund."

"Eh, uh, uh. Bad boy." Prevent mother . Which makes Reyhan shut her out of the mother's room.

"What else bund? Does mom want anything? Want to buy something when Rey gets home?" Sit back on the bed where you sit. I was just being the audience for that child and mother interaction.

Why in front of my husband's mother turned so soft times huh? Not as much as I faced me.

"Nwgk. Mommy doesn't want to bring anything." Affirms.

"Continue?" Herbs. Hope to get an explanation.

But mother did not answer. Even gave the code through the glint of his eyes that were directed at me. Which confuses me myself. And look at Reyhan who also saw me.

"Whoa. Basic newlyweds are still shy. " Makes me cut off eye contact with my husband which makes my heart beat faster. Seeing mother together.

"Rey, now you want to go not just saying goodbye to Mother. His wife is also called dong."

Ogh, that's what it means? Without saying goodbye Tasya knew that Reyhan would work.

Reyhan reached out for me to shake and kiss. Then turn around ready to go.

"Then just kiss the hand. Kiss your left and right cheeks." Protest again. Which makes me round my eyes perfectly. Can't believe my in-laws asked her son to kiss me in front of her.

I saw him walking closer to me. According to his mother's orders. Or even take advantage of the opportunity? I'm getting shrunken in the chair. Wanting to dodge and run, it was impossible. Back the chair, it's stuck. He approached me with a grinning smile. I was scared myself.

"Mother, ah. Shame to know." Face away. I think I'll get the harassment. Terrified.

"Why embarrassed? Mother was also once young lo."

Reyhan even squatted in front of me, with his hands clasping my fingers. Kirain right? I slowly dared to look at him. It was clear in his eyes that the disappointed one had been rejected by his wife, keeping the wound because it was not received. I feel guilty seeing him like this. I forced him to smile sincerely at her. He must have understood my inadequacy.

He got up from his seat, then pulled me. I'm resigned. Ready to be flanked.

"I'm sorry." It held me in his arms. He didn't kiss me like my mother suggested. He hugged me tightly. I slowly returned his embrace. Comfortable, that's what I feel.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing." Reply whispered.

I can hear his irregular heartbeat. And his breath was hunting as he hugged me.

"Yes, don't take long to embrace her. Not leaving later. Arrested ! I'll see you tonight."

"Ah, mother. Just disturb." Sumpul Reyhan took off a hug. What makes me ashamed is not the braggart.