A Cup of Black Coffee

Chapter 22

The next morning, Zahra always teased me, seeing my troubled path.

It's strange, even though I enjoyed it last night, but somehow a sudden feeling of guilt in Azam.

"Hopefully fill up Yes Yes!" ledek mbak Zahra's.

I tried, there's no way I'm pregnant, 'cause I anticipated it by taking the contraceptive pill.

I wasn't ready to be a mother at my young age, I wanted to enjoy my youth anyway, so I had to put it off without telling Mas Ragil.

"Where are you?" cerca Mbak Zahra.

"You're Ra! don't keep flirting with your sister!" Umi sela.

We enjoyed breakfast cheerfully. Abi was happy to hear about our first night. He also kept his promise so that I could teach at the family foundation.

Just like Umi, Abi also hoped that I could soon give her a grandchild.

Only Mas Ragil agreed with their words confidently, whereas I hoped otherwise.

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My attitude towards Mas Ragil has not changed, I still keep my distance from him. Even after the first night I thought I would be able to open my heart was in vain.

I still can't love him. Even our next body relationship was forced, I never enjoyed it again.

Fortunately Mas Ragil never forced and demanded again if I said not feeling well or other reasons.

This morning I was very excited to prepare myself, this long wrapped hijab and the teacher uniform that used to add to my elegant impression.

"Are you sure you want to teach Dek?" my husband asked, doubtful.

My heart growled in annoyance, did he also want to ban me? It won't be!

I smiled sweetly before replying, "yes, I'll be bored at home. You don't worry I won't neglect my duties" I explained before he spoke at length.

He rubbed my head, "that's not what I was afraid of, just wondering if the monthly money I could give wasn't enough? Until you decide to work?" tanyanya doubt.

Those eyes that I care for are unable to shake the firmness of my heart.

"Mas misunderstood, I just want to channel my knowledge, do you mind?" ask me while looking down. I sobbed, usually in this way he would melt into me.

I saw him move agitatedly, I loved to see him feel guilty like this.

"I'm sorry Dek, I really didn't mean it that way. If you want to teach, there is no problem. I'm just surprised because you haven't talked to me about this, yet" he explained.

God I forgot to tell him, instead of being blamed, I'd rather just keep my head down.

"Sorry, I think Abi told you" my dear.

He rubbed my head back, making me look at him.

Again he can only smile, "yes it is, hopefully your knowledge is useful there. And may the angels be here soon, in order to be a complement to our household," he said expectantly.

That was the cover of our conversation this morning.

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It turned out that the presence of Mas Azam at the school invited a lot of attention from the young female teachers there.

Basic flirty! My meaning in my heart. When you see their attitude.

Here even many were blatantly paying attention to Mas Azam, but unfortunately the man was acting ordinary towards everyone, so I guess no one could conquer his heart.

My heart was hot to find Mas Azam to be the target of the female teachers there, although in reality he did not have a mooring heart.

But I can't let my guard down, it could be that one of them could steal Azam's attention.

No, I'm not willing, she's mine only.

"Hulya? You're teaching here too?" mas Azam asked in disbelief, when he finally saw me.

Mas Azam was surprised, he was wide-eyed as he looked at me. "really? Geez Hulya, you are indeed a humble person, do not want to show if you are from a respectable family," said Mas Azam haru.

I'm getting hilarious at that kind of value by him.

"That's Mr. Azam, the children of Mr. Afdhal are indeed humble all, even Mr. Zhafran also always intervenes in the field if there are social service activities," obviously Mr. Sahrul is adding value to me and my family.

Unfortunately, my married status must also be revealed because of Azam's salacious remarks to our colleagues.

Actually I'm a little upset because it means I can't afford to pay attention to him.

I was afraid that someone would look down on me, knowing my status.

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The day changed faster, I had been married two months with mas Ragil, but there was no significant progress in our relationship.

I was also often upset when Mas Ragil often took me to abi and umi's house.

He did not know, if I went there abi and umi must have asked if I had filled what not, as if married people should immediately have children.

Fortunately I had another idea, which was to take Mas Ragil to his parents' house. Want to know the development of my father-in-law's business that cost Abi quite a lot of money.

Whether he is in debt or not. Because as far as I know, Umi once said the money given by Abi never once my father-in-law returned.

I wonder, actually my husband knows or not the behavior of his family.

"Bang Ragil? Hulya Ka?" pekik Saeba my sister-in-law with her cry.

I can't ignore his looks. I know how much he costs. It's been a good life, squandering my cousin Faisal's hard-working money.

"Mr Hulya?" greet Faisal.

This past month Faisal's always been texting me. He told me about his problems with Saeba and my extravagant in-laws.

He wished I would have told my husband his complaint in my own way, but I never did, at least he had to bear the consequences of his own decision.

I used to think that after Faisal wanted to marry Saeba, the agreement between Abi and my father-in-law would end.

Although not from biological children, at least our extended family can be a unifier of their promises.

Unfortunately all for free, after marrying Faisal to Saeba with the lure of Abi to give my uncle the capital for their business, Abi continued our arranged marriage.

So I think Faisal should feel the price he has to pay for his parents' capital.

"Where's Ma'am?" between Faisal I know he'll want to talk to me.

"Well, how's Sal?" I asked to return, though reluctant.

"Okay, look at us both getting more romantic!" sela Saeba with Faisal.

"Oh my goodness, you brought him rich?" ask my mother-in-law when I put a hand on her.

O God, instead of saying thank you, my mother-in-law just looks indifferent to my innate.

Though I felt that it was quite decent, even the cake I brought was also quite expensive.

"Sorry Mom, I don't know what Mom and the others like" I broke up.

Suddenly Mas Ragil came to us, "Mother don't be so, that cake is also famous for delicious Mom, try it must be addictive mother," he said.

I saw my mother-in-law just grunting and then taking a small plate to serve her.

"I'm sorry mom is Dek" whispered Mas Ragil as my mother-in-law was busy picking up dishes.

I nodded, you don't know yourself, did she forget that I was the son of the man who always helped her husband.

Since then Mas Ragil never again take me to his parents' house, if there is no emergency need, it was often only him who came without me.