Virgin Widow
Epsr 7

Although the goal of the sound was able to make me wake up from a sleep that is not so sound, the chant of the Quran reading is so melodious sounding.

Zaid-was that? Why didn't he wake me up for the morning prayers? Though it has been his duty since I bear the status of a legal wife. Ah never mind, maybe he forgot that he was married because we had never slept in bed.

My dawn was dark and cold, wishing that my days that would come with Zaid would be sullen and that blessings would also accompany our marriage, a tearful prayer at the end of my long prostration. Sajadah and mukena kulipat then went to the kitchen, carrying out one obligation as a wife, namely preparing food and drinking husband. May Zaid be pleased with my presence as a wife beside him.

Fried rice and shrimp crackers became the menu this morning, a glass of warm tea accompanies. Before long Zaid exited the room and headed for the dining table.

“Fried rice and its warm tea, Da.” I put it on the table when he was sitting.

“Still, Sah, I guess you haven't woken up yet. Turns out having a wife is delicious yes, wake up treated to a warm-warm.” That compliment catapulted me deep into the middle of nowhere, which means Zaid was tired last night.

“Da, I'm sorry. Last night I was so bad about you because we slept separate rooms.” I looked down and could not look at his face because of my heavy guilt.

“I'm sorry too.”

Zayd really enjoyed his breakfast. This morning feels so beautiful and memorable by me, but I don't know with Zaid. Because after eating Zaid looked gloomy and uninspired, then left me alone with a barely audible thank you.

My mind wondered, so what is this marriage for? To change the status? Or just a child's devotion to his parents so they want to be betrothed? Or indeed Zaid has ill intentions towards me. But what's my fault with him?

Zaid did not leave the room all day, I felt alone and did not know what to do in this house. Feelings of sadness and disappointment mixed in the chest to make my tears flow.

What exactly am I married for? Just a display or even used as ash? It turns out that the story of dating at the beginning of my marriage is not as beautiful as Korean drama, even though I have tried to learn to love Zaid with all its shortcomings.

Can I regret this marriage? Unfortunately the rice has become porridge, there is no way I left Zaid when our marriage was just three weeks old.

Night crept with the presence of stars, hoping the star of my heart also crept into the room to accompany, but it was not. The room is as quiet as it was last night. Zaid was just robbing, not picking me. Evil zaid!

This feeling of sadness left my eyes unable to close, wanting me to run him into the guest room to ask in person, why am I being treated like this? What wrong? But that was impossible because the guest room door was locked from the inside and Zaid was definitely pretending to be deaf.

This week has been so hard. I think Zaid needs a maid, not a wife, because during our move Zaid only greeted me but did not touch me. Like this morning, Zaid greeted me with a sweet smile, no guilt in the slightest seemed to come from his attitude. And for almost three months he let me grow with him without picking me.

Or maybe Zaid wants to’ me? means staying another month of his chance with me. In Islam if a husband swears he will not interfere with his wife, he has four months, after which he must choose between divorcing his wife or paying the fine. But why should he do ila’?

I don't know.

All this was too complicated for me to digest, though my heart was troubled I still tried to be sweet in the presence of Zaid, for God was so angry with the woman who had a grim face in front of her husband that she laughed and made her husband happy. It is difficult to actually do things that are not balanced between the mind and the outside.

A cup of coffee Minang genuine Batu Cage that I have been brewing and a plate of hot baskets I put in front of Zaid who was busy replying to chat from the company expedition agents he led in the Padang branch.

“Thank you, Permataku.” I just nodded and sat on the sofa facing him.

Slowly Zaid reached out to my hand and told me to sit next to him. I followed and immediately moved, I was a little nervous and misbehaved while sitting very close to Zaid, our thighs were not blocked. There was a rumble in the chest as Zaid embraced my shoulder to lean onto