Virgin Widow
Eps. 9

Back yesterday's events repeated, Zaid hurriedly released a hug and dodged, his breathing hunting like fear. I tried to get close but he held me by his hand.

“Why are you, Da?” I panicked to see Zaid's face bleached with a trembling body.

Zaid sat with his head on the floor, two hands covering his face. I was confused and didn't know what to do to help Zaid.

Like being nailed, my legs and body were unable to get out of place. I looked pityfully at Zaid, it seems like something made Zaid act unnaturally. In silence came the knocking of the door.

“Assalamualaikum.” Smiling from the lips of the woman who gave birth and raised Zaid, Mother came.

“Waalaikumsalam. Come in, Bu.” I kissed his old hand and tried to be reasonable, so that Mother did not suspect the situation of Zaid that I had left in the kitchen.

“Zaid where?”

“There, Mom. Wait a minute Hafsah call.”

Fortunately the living room was not parallel to the kitchen, so I could not see Zaid. I don't want you to know what just happened with Zaid, hopefully he'll calm down.

“Sorry, Mom, earlier Zaid in the back helped Hafsah cook.” Alhamdulillah, Zaid appeared and kissed his mother's hand of wisdom.

Big question marks beyond the mountain struck my mind, many things I did not understand with Zaid's changing attitude. I let the mind float with the chatter of the child and mother who miss each other. After a while I stood up I gave permission to take a drink and a plate of sala lauak that I had fried before Zaid relapsed.

Mother-in-law occupied the guest room that had been Zaid's private room, all of his luggage I put into the room. Finished zuhur prayer we took Mother to walk around Padang City, to Taplau, Siti Nurbaya Bridge, and ended at Padang Grand Mosque for magrib and isya prayers. The journey is tiring, but it can slightly eliminate my saturation in the face of Zaid's attitude during this time at home.

Before reaching home, Zaid directs his car to the Lamun Ombak restaurant, returning some coral fish menu to be a favorite of Mother.

“Well, you have to eat a lot of fish and crabs.”

“You too, Zaid, squid consumption.” Mother swept us with her alternating views.

Lamun Ombak restaurant is very famous for its all-fish cuisine, let alone gulai coral fish with cayenne pepper that can make sweat and snot pour because of the delicious spiciness.

The moon paddles the night, some stars come to decorate the sky of Padang City. Mother looked tired and immediately permission to go to the room, while we were silent with each other's thoughts until finally I permission first to the room and leave Zaid alone in the living room.

A glass of water was brought by Zaid into the room and placed him on the dressing table. There were no words coming out of her lips, she seemed reluctant to approach me who was already lying on the bed.

“I'm in guest's arrival, so it's safe.” I just found out that I was menstruating when I wanted to worship for isya prayer in the mosque earlier. My hope of being picked ran aground again because it was haram for Zaid to mix me up at a time like this.

Behind sorrow there must be happiness, even though I am forbidden to mix, but God forgives me and aborts my past sins through menstrual blood that comes out. “Alhamdullillahi ‘alaa kulli. Astaghfirullaha min kulli dzanbin.”

“Don't .. don't ..” Zaid deliriously and wagged his hand. His eyes were still closed, meaning it was a dream.

“Da ... Da, wake.” Tapping his cheek. Zaid woke up but added to the raving.

“Go ... go, don't touch me!” Zaid docked to the bed rest, his hands covered his head, and sweat ran down his face.

I let Zaid's subconscious control his soul, slightly inching to make room for Zaid to calm down because I was afraid that if he got closer to him, he would yell and wake up his mother-in-law.

I don't know how long Zaid has been in his subconscious. I was unable to resist the drowsiness that caused me to fall asleep in a sitting position dangling from the bed, while the head was on the bed. When I opened my eyes, I was lying down and covered, so fast that I slept that I did not know that Zaid was moving me.

“My skin is up?” Zaid came in with a plate of fried rice and a glass of hot chocolate milk.

“Honey, you have breakfast in the room only yes.” The volume was too high, but I was right next to him.

“I told Mom you were sick, so breakfast is in the room. Want me a bribe?”

“Why not wake me?” I said while rubbing my eyes.

“You don't pray, I know you must be tired. Especially being obstructed, surely your waist and stomach hurt.” Zaid thrust the rice that was already in a spoon into my mouth but I held it.

“Not yet to wash your face and brush your teeth.” I rushed down from the bed to take a shower, because I was not used to breakfast before taking a shower.

My body feels fresher and my stomach is also hungry, I put a towel on my body that covers my armpits to my thighs. I forgot that there was Zaid in the room. I almost screamed if I didn't see the index finger on Zaid's lips. He was smiling mischievously at me who was still censored.

“Aaan anyway?”

“Kan kosher.”

“Iya halal, but not copied!” ketus.

“Kan no longer can.” His smile was getting over-dosed.

“Yesterday in the field of hot-hot even thrown.” My mouth continued to slit away holding a heartbeat while attaching clothes to the censored body.

Mother-made fried rice is very good, especially we ate a plate together. Zaid fed me lovingly, occasionally cleaning the crumbs stuck on his lips with his fingers. Zaid can be sweet to me in the outer skin only, but to enter the gate of life in my body he has not been able to.