What happened to HUMAIRO
#01
Humairo was still pondering on the veranda of the house. Look occasionally at the crescent moon that sometimes sinks behind the black clouds. The atmosphere of the house is so quiet. Like the nights before, nothing has changed. As lonely as uninhabited.
Since his mother's death three months ago and since his marriage to Ainul, his mother's chosen young man who is completely unwilling. Too old and out of date in his modern outlook. There was not a single creteria of his dream man that was in Ainul. There, the man just made her sick and disgusted. Let alone look at it, hear his name just called he was about to vomit. After all, there was nothing the young man could do to meet the needs of his daily life, if all his time spent in the mosque with remembrance and teaching children to teach. He did not know exactly how much honor Ainul got as a marbot as well as a caretaker in the village mosque. Clearly, he felt Ainul would not be able to fulfill it even for the needs of facial and body care. It was different from what he got from David. David knew what he needed. Even before he asked for it. That's why he hates losing David. In addition to being handsome and a figure that always makes him fight with his friends because of excessive jealousy every David close to them, David is also rich and royal.
Should he blame that night? Night of the 5th in the Hijri almanac. The night that had given so much time to his mother to express all her heart's wishes. Including making a request that he should receive.
"Son, I know this mother's request will hurt your feelings. I know you and David love each other. But rest assured, what looks good does not necessarily reflect kindness. Vice versa. I've been trying to compromise my heart and trying to let you marry David. But my heart still refused, until I finally concluded, David is not the person who deserves you.
Maybe this decision is hard for you. But rest assured, if you are patient, you will have happiness until the end of your life."
His mother's last words before death touched his feelings. Supposedly, that night she would have asked her mother's permission to marry David, but her mother first revealed her request. He longed to uproot his ability to marry Ainul, but when he saw the radiance of happiness on his mother's face, he undoes his intentions. He felt unable to change the joy that had just been seen on his mother's face with sadness. He could not imagine his mother dying in grief. Ever since her mother got sick, she had never seen her mother's face so happy.
That incident happened three months ago. But like it just happened yesterday. And despite being Ainul's legal wife, she was still on good terms with David. Even tighter. Through texting, meeting at their favorite place when they were still dating, he was not even afraid to be heard by Ainul when calling David. He hoped that Ainul would get angry, so he had a reason to throw him out of the house. The house was her mother's house. Ainul could live there only because she was her husband. And although at first he was uncomfortable with neighbors who often saw him out at night, but over time he began to get used to it. He no longer paid any heed to the neighbor's assessment of him.
But strangely, Ainul did not care. He never scolded her at all when she went out at night, or when he called David. Maybe Ainul was afraid or aware that he married her instead of based on love. He was really cute and impressed not to bother. Ainul's indifferent attitude gave him plenty of opportunities to meet David.
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Humairo was still silent on the porch. David didn't call her either. In a moment Isya and if it is too late, it is certain that they will be late to attend the party of one of his friends.
Humairo. Get up and pull the key out of his pocket. The matic motorbike parked in the corner of the terrace was removed, turned it on and before long the motorbike was already speeding through the darkness of the night.
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At exactly 12pm, Ainul arrived home. As usual, tonight he will sleep on the porch of the house. The atmosphere in the house looks dark. That's a sign that Humairo is not home. He did not know when Humairo would return home, but given his habit of the previous nights, he could be sure he would be home late at night.
Ainul. Taken a shabby pandan mat that rests on the porch wall. The mat he held and then he began to lay down his body.
The sound of HP ringing near his head. Ainur. The sleepiness that started to afflict him made it heavy to reach for HP. Until the third time the HP sounded, he just grabbed it.
Ainul seemed to be listening carefully to the voice of the caller from across there. Sometimes he looked up with a look like he was looking for an answer.
Several times the voice "Hello" from the caller was heard. Ainul only answered briefly with the same answer but with a weak tone. The caller from across the street hung up.
Give me some certainty. If indeed you do not dare to make a decision, please excuse me to look for another man.
Again Ainul sighed. He no longer knew what to answer. He could not give a decision to Revi, the girlfriend he left married to Humairo because of the request of the late mother Salma, his mother Humairo.
At first Revi was so angry at the news that he had married another girl, but once he knew Humairo was not so happy with the marriage. He hoped that much of his relationship could be repaired with Ainul.
Even so Ainul could not give him a definite answer. Although his relationship with Humairo was not based on love, he and Humairo were already legally married as a couple. And it's not as good as it seems to be to make a pact with another woman. As much as possible He showed the neighbors that his household was fine. Even though they knew Humairo really did not want the wedding. He is a graduate of pesantren who little do not understand the science of religion. He understands the law well and he does not want to tarnish his name as a graduate of pesantren. He must be patient. Later if Humairo can not also change, of course patience has its limits. But right now he has to respond wisely. Humairo needs to give him time to understand everything about life.
Ainul. Although he felt tired but he felt he would not be able to sleep tonight. Too many problems would interfere with his mind, and that made him unable to close his eyes. It is better to take ablution water and pray some rakaat. Finished later he might be able to close his eyes.
Ainul glanced at the watch in his hand. Time has shown at two o'clock in the evening. Until this late night, there was also no sign of Humairo going home. Ainul. For now, Humairo did not show a little pleasure when he saw his face. Never mind looking at his face, coincidentally passing at the door he always heard Humairo like someone was about to vomit. Ainul felt like he was the worst man in front of Humairo.
Ainul laid his body back. The cold felt piercing. He opened the scabbard and began to curl up in it.
The sound of the motor stopped in front of the house. Ainul who had just closed his eyes woke up. Humairo is home. Maybe he would get angry when he saw him fall asleep in a place where he often put his motorcycle. But Ainul chose to remain curled up in his scabbard, thinking there were still plenty of places for the bike.
Ainul opened the little sheath that covered his face. It was felt that Humairo put his motorbike right next to him to sleep. There was also a long grunt from the mouth of Humairo to the house.
Ainul again sighed. He took the phone next to him. It's been two hours over fifteen minutes. He must set the alarm so that at three o'clock he can wake up for tahajjud prayer. He still has time to rest.
Ainul again curled up in his blanket, and before long he was asleep.
Humairo stepped towards the kitchen. Suddenly he felt his stomach was hot to fill. There is no rice in the kitchen. The rice pack he bought earlier this afternoon had already been spent before leaving for the party. Ainul never ate at home. He only cooked in the morning when he went to the mosque. Usually he will make fried rice and leave one plate on the kitchen table. Ainul may have his lunch and dinner at the mosque, or it may have been bought at the stall. If towards the end of the month, about the 28th or 30th, he would get one million and five hundred thousand rupiah, which Ainul usually tucked in the kitchen table. Not only that, one box of delicious noodles and all the needs of a complete kitchen are available in the kitchen.
He did not deny, fried rice made by Ainul is delicious. Even though it is not tasty, inevitably he must still eat it because he is the laziest if he has to cook in the morning. And for everything Ainul did for him, he considered it a rental house. He did not need to feel uncomfortable let alone thank Ainul. Renting a house outside may be more than that. He should be ready to be considered a maid because he did not try to refuse to marry her.
Humairo bowed languidly on a chair in the kitchen. There's really nothing for him to eat tonight. The noodles in the box are empty.
Humairo got up and went back into his room. Tonight he had to go through it on an empty stomach.