Between Me and My Husband

Out of bounds

I was arranging the cake on the plate when I heard Dipta say hello while entering the house.

"Getishalam." I said, I wrote the wall clock. At half-hour 6, the tumben once Dipta mas already home. He usually comes home at 6 a.m.

"Mas Dipta tumben go home cepet? What else is this Monday." My toot.

Mas Dipta was squatting to take off his shoes. After putting it on the shelf, he walked over to me.

"Hem. Because tomorrow I'm going out of town." The answer.

I stopped my activities, but only for a moment. I took out the cake2 from the container back to the plate.

Mas Dipta washed his hands and plucked 1 piece of cake then ate it while sitting on the dining chair right in front of me.

"out of town? Where's where?" I asked without looking at him.

"Just to Bandung. 2 days maybe" he replied. I'm nodding. Then I went to get him a drink.

"alone?" Ask again.

"With Leni."

Deg.

My hands shook, even I was afraid that the glass I was holding would fall. With heart2 I put the glass in front of the Dipta mas.

"What should be with that woman?" I dare to ask.

"Leni's my assistant, she knows my job the most, so she's the right person to come with me. There I have to review some projects directly." Answer the Dipta. Although the reason is professional but my heart still hurts.

Leni, she's a beautiful woman. His appearance is fashionable, and he is polite. I wonder, even that beautiful Leni is not in the same lyrics as Dipta, what about me? Then what kind of woman who can fill the heart of Dipta.

"Where do you buy it? Delicious." Mas Dipta took 1 more piece and bit it.

"Thank you, Mr. Ardi." My answer.

Mas Dipta looked at me for a moment. A half-dwelling cake in his hand he threw it in the trash and took a tissue to spit out the cake that was still in his mouth.

I freaked out, what's up, could it be that the cake's bad? But he said it was good.

Mas Dipta immediately downed the white water in front of him until it ran out.

"Why mas? Didn't the cake taste good?" I asked him to come back and get him some water to drink.

Mas Dipta looked at me, this time his gaze was sharp. I dare not look back at him.

"Are my words less clear then Nia? Why are you still in contact with that neighbor?!" The sound of Dipta growling sharply. Suddenly the cold hit me until it gave me goosebumps.

"I that's it.So Mr. Ardi gave the cake while turning over the food container that I had loved at that time" answered me who suddenly stuttered.

"How many times do I have to say, don't get too close to the neighbor. Even when I'm not around, what about tomorrow when I'm out of town? You guys gonna be together all the time?!" The sound of the Dipta mas has even risen, his breath arriving2 hunting.

Cold sweat had washed my hands.

"I didn't accidentally meet him, nor did I feel close to him. He gave the cake away for sure because it felt bad to return the food container with his bare hands." I tried to explain to Dipta. He was already standing, both his hands resting on the table. His eyes are looking hard at me.

"Is that how you do it?" Ask.

"Ca..what way?" I stammered again.

Mas Dipta pulled his hand and folded it in front of his chest.

"Close to the men with the faces of your doors? Even I was almost fooled by you" there was a terrible grin on his lips.

I was like electrocuted to hear the words of the Dipta mas just now. I clutched my hand tightly. My face is pias. My heart was even hot, my heart even stopped beating.

"What's? Approaching the men? Is that what I'm in your eyes?" Without my tears just escaping. The words of Dipta really hurt my heart.

"I see it is so. You're surrounded by men. On campus, at my mom's house, even here. Is it so crazy of you not to tease them wherever you are?!" The words of Mas Dipta sliced my heart.

I can't believe it, he said such words to me. I really loved the Creator, admired him and respected him. He was the man who could shake my heart, and he was even the first man I always remembered when I opened my eyes in the morning. The man I always say his name in my do'a-do. Even he seized the entire contents in my brain and my heart.

But why is he so willing to say such cruel words to me. Seductive men? Is that the same as calling me a seductive woman?

"Dipta is feeling right? Mas Dipta thought that just by financing my college and the kindness of mama Ratna made Dipta mas can say such cruel words to me? I love you, even my days are spent thinking about you. But Dipta has no right to insult and treat me as you please!" I almost screamed the words just now.

My tears are no longer able to hold and just flow from both ends of my eyes.

"Is it so hard for you to stay away from them? Although we do not carry out the duties of husband and wife, but at least appreciate me as your husband" although the words of the Dipta mas no longer rise, but instead make the wound in my heart so deep.

"Has Dipta ever seen me do anything out of bounds?"

Mas Dipta lowered both his folded hands. His eyes were moving at me. It's not sharp anymore like that. His lips were shaking but no words came out.

"Ish...." His frown while resting his hair rough.

I rubbed my two wet cheeks. And walk through it.

"Since becoming the wife of Dipta mas, Dipta mas is my top priority. Even since my eyes were open in the morning to sleep at night everything I did was centered on the Dipta mas. Now I don't even understand everything you're doing. If it is the will of the Dipta I stay away from them, then I will do that." I said and passed from there.

"Nia.." call us Dipta when I'm going up the stairs. But I didn't mind.

I climbed the stairs and entered the room.

I lay down my body, suddenly becoming very weak. I covered my whole body with a blanket. And back to crying. Why are so cruel the words that were said to me.

I remember how this all started. But everything actually directed me to my first memory when I met Mas Dipta. Why am I so fascinated by her figure, that the cruel words that come out of her mouth do not make me hate her.

I cried a lot that night, so I don't know at what time I fell asleep because I was exhausted. Without washing your face, and your eyes are still wet.

When I woke up in the morning, the sun had already broken through my bedroom window. I was in a hurry, and I woke up. I saw the clock on my phone screen. Oh, my God, it's 6:30.

Why was my sleep so sound, that there was no sound that disturbed my sleep. And why didn't you wake me up.

I just wash my face, and tie my original hair. I hurried down the stairs and scanned for a moment the living room and the door of the Dipta mas room. Still quiet, it could be that Dipta mas has not come out of his room.

I run to the kitchen, I'll make a quick breakfast. In order to eat immediately. Maybe a toast or sandwich. I went up to the fridge to get the ingredients from inside.

However, the post-it paper stuck in front of the refrigerator made me stop all my hunting. The memo that was written there made me remember what happened last night. Staggered I sat in the chair.

I looked back at the room. Turns out he's gone.