Afraid to Widow

Chapter VI (Grizelle Prameswari)

Is that the first night? I don't know his name for the first night. Now my eyes are focused on the laptop screen. Waw, there are 99 authors applying for payment withdrawal at dashbord AT Writing.

"What a great first night? Sahrial fishing. My finger paused for a moment to move the laptop cursor. 

My view turned to Sahrial. "According lo? Yes work. We have 3 days of marriage. There are a lot of authors who pay. If long acc ntar they misuh-misuh in status. I've helped my nappa, approve their withdrawal."

"So, no fun for you. So we don't have a honeymoon? Take Bali for example."

I stroked my chest hearing Sahrial's stubbornness. "Denger yes, I didn't marry you to help my career not vacation."

"Once upon a time the holidays were nothing. AT Family kids also know we're a new spell. Let's be more real our marriage and like the people's marriage honeymoon."

I thought for a moment, what Sahrial said has a point as well. To be more real about her marriage. However, it seems that atm I am not supportive. It's been drained a lot of funds for this contract marriage.

"When is that."

Ting! 

E-mail notification appears. From Ms. Nazneen. My forehead frowned at the e-ticket to Bali. The feeling said that the ticket was told to a cooperation meeting to Bali. Listen in Bali there is a new writing platform. The owner is Singaporean.

Drrrt ..

My phone is vibrating. The screen is Miss Nazneen calling on Whatsapp. I swipe up the sign of receiving the call.

"Hallo, Miss Nazneen."

"Hallo. Sorry to interrupt your first night. Just want the e-ticket that I sent to the email has arrived?"

"It has. Five minutes ago. That's a ticket for a cooperation meeting in Bali, huh?"

"Kok meetings? Yes, that's a ticket for you honeymoon with Sahrial."

"Huh? Seriously, Mom?"

"Yes. When did I lie? Think of it as a bonus because you have successfully negotiated the cooperation of the AT Writing application with platforms from Beijing and Hong Kong."

"Ah, thank you very much, ma'am."

"Masama."

Clik. Phone connection disconnected. 

"Where ... how? What did Miss Nazneen say?" ask Sahrial enthusiastically. Apparently Sahrial had eavesdropped on our conversation.

"Say .." I breathed for a moment. All of this deliberately makes Sahrial more curious. "That's our honeymoon ticket to Bali."

"Horeee .. so honeymoon."

***

"Iallll help you lift gallons dong. Weight of this."

Sahrial ruffled her curly hair behind her. "Okay, why tired of lifting all gallons. Kan, there's the Mbok."

"Mbok is a girl. You as a bantuin cake guy. Let your status be a husband to be a little."

There was a fierce fight. Mbok was confused to see us.

"Udah, don't fight. Let Mbok. Mbok is still strong enough to lift the gallon beginning doang. It's also common."

My eyes are glaring. "No, Mbok. The one who lifts the gallon must be him!" My index finger is towards the Sahrial. "Eh, did you forget our contract agreement? Want to pay a fine to me?"

"Yes, yes, I work" said Sahrial resigned.

***

I'm the same Sahrial jogging around the complex. I live in the Green Hills complex. 

My eyes caught a familiar figure. "Eh, it's the same Jihan isn't it?"

"Where ... where?" Sahrial celangak.

"That's the front of house no. 7A."

"Oh yes, the cake. We're samperin yuk."

I walked over to Jihan with her husband.

"Hi, Jihan. You live here? How have you never seen you before?"

Jihan smiled. His hands were busy cutting plants. "Yes, we just moved in yesterday. Abis bought into this house's in-laws."

I'm beroh ria. 

"You guys live here too?" sahut husband Jihan.

"Yes, we live at number 12 B. The one at the end of there." Sahrial pointed to our house. 

"You're the new manten, not the honeymoon?" 

Whoa, danger. Start kepo new neighbors. "The plan is to go to Bali in three days."

"Sama dong we also plan to honeymoon to Bali. But the time has not been scheduled. What if we were together?" take Jihan.

I'm a little reluctant honeymoon even have someone else. 

Why is he excited?

Not intentionally my gaze and the gaze of Jihan's husband met. He looked at me from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. A bit like a perverted look. Suddenly it was looked at like that.

"We want to continue jogging first, all looking for a laper meal."

"Let's go ahead."

We passed from Jihan's house.

***

Tired circling the Green Hills complex, I was the same Sahrial stopped by at the chicken porridge stall first.

"Eh, did you notice Jihan's actions?"

"Yes, why?"

"I don't like it, he looks at you with a perverted look."

It turns out I'm not the only one who feels that way. "Jealous yaaa," my tease.

Sahrial's face flushed. "What the hell. Yes, it is not. Why also lock the same as you."

"Yes, that's the time."

Our order is coming. Sahrial was busy stirring his porridge. Turns out he's a stirred porridge team. I shudder amusedly. "Dih, disgust pake stirred. Like cat vomit."

"Eh, good tau. Flourses evenly. Wanna trybain?"

"Religion. I don't like gelay."

However, Sahrial never gave up. He actually thrust a spoon filled with porridge into the mouth. "Cobain first. Aaaa."

I quickly put away Sahrial's hand. The spoon fell to the ground. "What the hell lu maksa-maksa. I said I don't want to."

Finally no mood to eat anymore. I left Sahrial at the porridge maker.

***

Sahrial's taking a shower. Not intentionally I saw his HP lying on the bed. Suddenly I became the same content HP Sahrial. I'll take that HP. Instantly glares. 

Her WA contact is full of girl numbers. Kind of like a princess dorm. Not to mention her Instagram, she chat gombalin to many girls. I read some of the chat.

Subloyal, Ukhty. Permission asked, what type of husband do you dream? Let me set myself up to be your soul mate.

Jesus, he could be cosplaying Rey Mamayang. Damn, some girls want to payenin chatnya. Instantly my stomach was heartburn reading their chat. Setika yelled when reading Salmah's reply.

Salmah: Waalaikumsalam, Akhi. My ideal husband type is enough to have a car, a house and an Egyptian S2 graduate.

Gratitude. Rejected outright!

"Allll!" I shouted wrathfully.

Sahrial came out of the bathroom still hugging. Hair's wet. "What the hell is screaming?"

"This what does it mean?" I pointed at his HP. "WA is already like a girls' dorm, keep Instagram full of chat chat chat flocks to many girls. You forgot about our contract marriage?"

"Well, that was a chat before we got married. Reasonable time. I'm still single. In part it's just virtual world entertainment so it's not for."

Huh, you guys. Could be menegombalin many girls spelled out entertainment cyberspace. Lucky as long as the single never baper the same guy like Sahrial.

"What if someone is baper with you? Keep her heartbroken and some disgrace you are ghosting her into Lambe Turah's account? Or worse, he's self-hit?"

"Gosh, your mind is far too far off. Just relax, I'm not gonna fuck around. And I still appreciate our marriage."

"Not really?" I stared intently at Sahrial's eyes like Ojan Sketch's.

"Yes, my gosh, these females don't believe it very much."

I don't actually believe Sahrial's words. Believe only in God. However, it may be true.

I threw a pillow at Sahrial. "Anything I said female, am I an animal?"

Ting!

Appearing WA from Jihan.

Ma'am Gisel, what time did you leave for honeymoon in Bali? I want to buy a ticket too. Let's go together.

My face turned grim as soon as I read Jihan's chat. Sahrial is aware of that.

"Why again?"

"Jihan chatted, he asked us about our departure time to Bali. He wants to be together. Is there anyone else on our vacation?"

"Yes anyway. But how are you going? Not good at it. Most if they're spoofing and disrupting the honeymoon privacy, we'll just move to a hotel."

Since Sahrial has said so, I'll do as Jihan requested. 

Our plane is at 11.45 WIB.

I hope this decision is right. They don't rusuhin my holidays with Sahrial. If it gets violent, run around Jihan's life. If necessary, I enemy him up to 7 derivatives.