Between Me and My Husband

I'll be waiting for you

We got to the 5th floor, Dipta opened one of the doors there.

"Let's go in!" He said, I followed him in.

This apartment is almost the same as the bottom floor of our house. There are 2 bedrooms, sofas to receive guests as well as for the tv room. And there is a dining room as well as a kitchen. There is no barrier between spaces, only the bedroom is closed.

I looked around the apartment room. I went into one of the closed rooms. Satisfied looking around I caught up with him to the room, who knew he needed help to get things sorted out.

"Can I help you?" I asked, I saw him take some books off the shelf and some picture tubes strewn across the floor.

"No, it's done." He answered, he began to put the items he wanted to carry into the cardboard. I helped him collect the image tubes that were scattered earlier.

When the taste of the items that you want to bring is all in the cardboard, we go out of the room. I was curious about the contents of the next room, I approached the room. If the bedroom was Dipta mas over there, then what this room did. My inner.

I turned the knob on the door of the room, it was unlocked. And slowly I opened the door. But the cry of the Dipta made me turn towards the Dipta mas.

"It....!!" Mas Dipta hurriedly approached me and closed the door to the room I had opened earlier. There was panic on my face. I was very surprised why Dipta was so panicked.

"Why mas? What room is this?" I asked, but Dipta pulled my hand away from the front of the room.

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that the room is a mess, a lot of dust there is rarely cleaned." Answer

"Oow.." I was just a mangut-mangut, glanced at the room earlier and somehow I don't believe in the reason that the Creator said. Is there anything in that room I can't see. What room is that?

"Here you go, come back!" Take the Dipta. We also came out of the apartment, leaving my curiosity about the room that I had not seen the contents of it.

Various thoughts approached my head, could it be the room of his girlfriend mas Dipta. Did they ever live together? Do they meet often? Where do you think that guy is now?

My heart slipped, my hands clasped tightly together with my turbulent mind. But suddenly the Dipta said, until it broke my mind.

"Ehem... on the loose first huh?"

"Huh? What's?" I'm confused.

Mas Dipta smiled, then nodded his hands and my hands were tightly interlocked. My eyes fiddled, I immediately took my hand off her. Geez, since when do we join hands. So from now on that hand I held tightly was his hand. My face is red so shame, mas Dipta even just laughed to see me wrong behavior like this.

"I just want to open the car door" he said again, but I did not pretend to hear him even go away from himself approaching the passenger car door. Shortly after that we left the place.

The next day, I was pounding from morning waiting for my date with Mas Dipta. I even pick out what clothes I think I'm going to wear. Women's disease, one dresser shirt but like I don't have the clothes I deserve to wear later. All the contents of the closet I took out to find which one fits.

A knock on the door made me stop my activities.

"Emh.I'm in order." I gave up, but it was not right but it was even more chaotic.

"You're looking for something? Whatisit? Maybe I can help." Ask again while stepping into the room. He looked at the shits I made.

"No, I'm not looking for anything. I'm just sorting out." I firmly believe that I do not want to be created to know exactly what I am doing.

"Well, I have to go out this afternoon" he said.

"Oh.. What's the old one?" Ask me to want to know.

"No. I mean I don't know yet. I'm going to the office. There's work I have to deal with. I don't know what time it will be but I'm trying to get back home by 4." The answer. I nodded my head. There are still 5 hours to get to 4, I think Dipta can finish his job.

"Is it okay for me to stay?" He asked while looking into my eyes.

"Yes, it's okay. Finish your work. We'll see you later, I'll wait for you." My answer.

Mas Dipta heaved a sigh of relief, he smiled then gently stroked my hair.

"I'm leaving first." The flutter then passed from my room.

I smiled and stroked back the old hair of the Dipta mas caress. I really did beat. I want to feel like I'm museuming my hair, so that it doesn't disappear from the scars of his hands.

Finally after unloading there and unloading here, did not also find a suitable shirt. I chose a saline monalisa shirt and jeans. My style as usual. Maybe it's time I shop and rearrange the contents of the closet. I'd better schedule it later either when to shop for clothes, taking Mama Ratna might be a good choice.

After my own lunch, I filled my time watching Drakor. Some time passed, up to 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours and I started to get nervous. The reason is already 4 but there is no sign of the arrival of the Dipta mas. Many times I saw the window of the house until it came out looking towards the fence, but he has not appeared as well.

Mr. Ardi who was in front looked at me. Maybe he was surprised to see me back and forth in and out of the house. I just smiled at him, not intending to say hello, afraid that someone might get angry again.

Enter my house lyrics hp me, no message at all what else a phone call. I calmed down by taking a deep breath. Maybe the work of the Dipta mas can not stay, so the patient. He works for your life, for your college, for your future, too. I'm asking myself not to net.

At 5, my patience is gone. I was angry, disappointed, frustrated and worried. I even tried to contact him a few times, but he was not answered. Messages are ignored. Yes, it is like this in the Dipta. Never thought I was important.

The shirt I wear is irregular how it looks, the hair I had painted is now tangled and chaotic. I was stuck on the couch, the tv was still on but my focus wasn't there for a long time.

At 6, I heard the sound of a car stopping in front of the house. But I'm not enthusiastic anymore. Before long the door opened, and his figure appeared. He could still smile after making me wait for him without any news.

"Miss. are you ready? Want to go now?" Ask without guilt.

Geez, since when does 6 look like 4.