100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE
Patricia
A bad morning, though,
Oh my God, it is, since when my morning has been fine since I married that Bastard guy and moved to this guy's country. A country that should be full of beauty and luxury, but became one of the historical places of suffering of my life.
Really, given my cries last night, I really miss my home a lot and the cries of my mother in every morning, long ago.
Ah, because of last night, I cried too much and only slept a few hours, making me wake up late. Not to mention the messy house that made me cluck. And rush to clean it up before I leave for work or this apartment will turn into a warehouse.
Look, Mum. Your lazy daughter has now changed, at least I started to change, trying to clean and clean the house, note, house, house, it's not just my bedroom that I used to let get destroyed and my mom's gonna clean it up.
And now, like karma, I have to clean up all the mess Emil caused.
His suit smelling of alcohol was placed carelessly on the back of the living room sofa, his expensive shoes that I had accidentally stepped on were just lying on the floor, and also,,, again, a tissue, what else was it?
I snorted violently, not wanting to yell at him like I used to do early in the morning, I was still angry at his actions kissing me and I would just shut it down. So I cleaned up Emil's mess last night in silence.
"Why does he like to play solo? Aren't so many sexy women surrounding her? Can't they satisfy his Cobra? Or because he's so savage that he's insatiable? It's horrible." I can just mengedumel while taking the tissue that was scattered on the floor and then throw it in the trash. Wipes that smell typical of wasted children.
"Goodbye, Arjuna, Kevin, Liyora, Sarah, anyone, hahahaha!" I laughed at my own silliness that gave Emil's children's names.
"Did he play on the couch last night?" back mengedumel because on the sofa there is still a dirty tissue.
"Shameful, isn't he afraid that his behavior will be seen by me?"
"You've seen everything before, much less what I have to hide."
"Ohhh!"
I flipped over quickly, finding Emil who seemed to have just finished taking a bath, coming out of the room using only a towel that he wrapped around his waist. The scent of soap and shampoo emanating from his fragrant body filled my olfactory senses, making my heartbeats beat faster.
I swallowed the hard-earned saliva, the beautiful sight of her body that always teased my femininity that successfully made me desperately gather common sense.
Her chest, her muscular arms are stocky, her stomach is plaid, and as she moves to scramble her wet hair, the lanes of the remaining clear water baths that fall make her look very sexy.
Namira, focus.
Not wanting to get caught up in his charms, I,,, hey, errata, not wanting to argue and prolong things, I was quick to leave. Stepped into the kitchen to get a glass of water and I quickly gulped down to the toilet. Emil is a beautiful work of real God. But, remind me, he is the source of my senses, the man who thinks I am inferior to trash. Thank you, I have not forgotten and have remembered it.
I looked around the kitchen, thankfully we always ate out or the food was ready between, so this kitchen was always clean without having to add to the list of additional work.
When I was about to get out, Emil was already standing in the middle of the kitchen door leaning against the side of the wall. Oh yes, what I call this door is actually more appropriate is a connecting street vacancy only, between the kitchen and the hallway to the right of our two bedrooms, and to the left of the bathroom, and the left of the bathroom, there were no door leaves there even though I called it a kitchen door.
I snorted, then walked intending to go through it. But not Emil's name if it's not a problem.
Emil raised his foot on the other side of the wall blocking the path I had to walk, and I swear, I was surprised when the part of the towel that was just wrapped around his waist was exposed until his inner upper thigh was visible.
"Emil,,," I cried spontaneously while covering my face. My heart is so insecure, why does Emil always make me feel like I want to get out of control?
"That's what I want to hear," said Emil, lowering his leg, then waltzing away back into his room.
Whahuh? Just so? What does she want? Want to show how sexy and handsome she is? Then I'll fall back into his arms easily? Don't hope. I have love, but I will also maintain my remaining pride despite the life of the stakes.
"Basard's man." I used to hold back my irritation. Squeeze the chest, take a deep breath and exhale it slowly.
"Relax, Namira, Relax...."
***
The second day was quite pleasant, one or two friends began to invite me to chat, although with limited language, those who were weak in English and my pronunciation was quite bad in French, he said, fortunately, I can still understand this language, even if it is a little and the point.
"Where are you having lunch? Yesterday I didn't see you in an employee's pantry." asked Patricia, my cubicle's close friend, the administration staff.
"I have to get out of the office to find a restaurant" I replied trying my best to pronounce my French correctly.
Patricia laughed amusedly, it might sound strange, and I just laughed, so the atmosphere between us felt more fluid. Don't I need someone to be a friend?
"If now?" ask Patricia again. Because lunchtime is coming soon.
"Of course, maybe I'll just order food online" I replied as I moved my fingers nimbly on the computer keyboard.
"How about we go to OC's restaurant. I miss eating Indonesian menu, the place is not too far away."
"Indonesian Menu?" I stopped typing, looking at Patricia sitting in her cubicle fixedly. Hearing the name Indonesia is called makes me very excited. Especially the food menu.
Of course I immediately agreed, I miss anything related to Indonesia, especially the food, at least there is a rice menu that I can meet later.
***
Patricia and I got out of the car I parked on the parking lot of the restaurant Patricia showed me, a pretty big restaurant. With the OC dominant symbol in black & gold.
Wait, OC, doesn't that sound familiar? Even the emblem, I still remember, a symbol of the designe Aretha, which became the beginning of his love story with Mr. CEO Fabrizio's.
"Patricia, wait." I pulled out Patricia's hand as we were about to enter the entrance.
"What's up, Namira?" the question was astonished, I still continued to look at the OC emblem on the glass wall near the push door.
"Ehm,,, is the food here good? How about we eat at another restaurant, I know a pretty decent place, yesterday I'm from there." I don't know why I'm doubting, there's a sense that I don't know what's in my heart if I have to go in there, well, I know, I don't necessarily see Emil in there, either, isn't he busier in the fashion office than in the culinary business? But still, I was nervous.
"Why Namira? Here the food is very delicious, and this is the only restaurant that provides Indonesian menu near here, come on,,, don't waste time!" Patricia pulled my hand and I just resigned, entering the diner that made me feel like Dejavu. It feels like I am in Indonesia, because the designe of this restaurant, both exterior and interior are exactly the same as OC Restaurant in Indonesia.
***
Tension, discomfort, and whatever else, I tried to calmly enjoy my lunch with Patricia.
This young woman I finally found out already had a son without a marriage relationship turned out to be a lot of fun. She is open-minded and mature, her relationship with the lover goes well even though they decide not to get married. That's what I got from Patricia's story.
"Then, what about you? Do you have a boyfriend?" patricia asked me now. He put one piece of rendang meat without rice.
"I, I, I'm married." To be honest, I decided to speak of my true status, that was the truth even though we were going to split up.
"Wow, amazing, you're so lucky, Namira. I envy you, you know? I actually wanted her to marry me, but she wasn't ready, and I could only accept her decision without being able to force her."
I just smiled in response to Patricia's comment, if she knew the true story, would she still be jealous of me? I was jealous of him because even without getting married, they still remained together in a bond of love.
"Do you have children?" he asked again, this time he took a glass of wine, rubbing his mouth with a tissue. And take out a cigarette, okay, Patricia also smokes.
"No," I replied briefly, putting down a spoon and drinking water, I did not like drinking alcohol during the day.
Our conversation continued until the time that required us to return to the office. And this time, Patricia who forced to pay the bill because he invited, of course I will also treat it later when there is a chance.
When I got out of the restaurant, my phone rang, one call came in. Emils.
Should I lift it? What if he turns off one-sided and laughs at me? No, no need to lift. I left the phone with no intention of lifting it, until the ring stopped by itself.
"Why not get caught?" ask Patricia. I just shook my head while smiling.
"Tin!"
One message came in.
[How's the food? Do you like it?]
D.h.mn.
Is he around here? Where is he? I looked left, right and back, but I didn't see that handsome face that always sucks.
"Namira, what's wrong?"
I couldn't hide my panicked expression when I got a message from Emil, and it must have worried Patricia.
"Oh, no. It's nothing."
'Tin.'
[Don't be friends with him.]
Whatisthis? He sent me another message and contained a ban? What do you mean by Patricia? Emil forbade me to be friends with Patricia? Butwhy? Does Emil know Patricia? Or, have they ever been bed partners? What the f.u.ck. Why am I thinking so far?
^^^[It's none of your business, Mr. Emile.]^^^
I replied, then pocketed the flat object back into the pocket of the blazer after deactivating it.
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