Between Me and My Husband

Like marathon

We are bad luck, who previously promised to wake me before dawn, in fact when I woke up he was still busy knitting dreams. At 5 am, it has been made sure Mom has been up and active in the kitchen. Oh my goodness, between chasing time to pray soon dawn and resisting embarrassment.

"Mas..Mas, up! We've had this bad luck." I shook Mas Dipta's shoulder many times. Mas Dipta squirmed and blinked his eyes.

"Mas, it's 5 o'clock. I take a shower first, yes, then Mas Dipta." I hurriedly got up, took a change of clothes from the closet and snatched a towel last night in Mas Dipta in the back of the chair. My lyrics Mas Dipta, he still humps his life.

"Haduuh. Maze focus, I should not believe it last night so when Mas Dipta said he wanted to wake up before dawn.." I said as I walked out of the room to the bathroom.

15 Minutes later, I went back to my room. When I passed by Mom who was in the kitchen, she greeted me by saying that I had grown a really good craft, had a shower in the morning. I could only smile as I passed.

In the room, I thought Mas Dipta was sleeping again but it turned out that he was waiting for me by sitting on the edge of the mattress.

"Udah Mas, hunt there shower." I said with the towel I had put on his neck so he wouldn't forget it.

"Duh deck.. This is a towel why can it get so wet like this? It's out of the clay, isn't there another towel?" He lifted the towel around his neck and threw it on the chair.

I cut myself, but I opened the closet and got him a clean towel from there.

"Here, don't forget to bring a change of clothes. Put her clothes on in the bathroom. Time' out just want to wear a towel, embarrassed. There's my mom in the kitchen. Tiara must have woken up.."

"Yes, yes, it's a pomper." Mas Dipta took a towel in my hand and grabbed a change of clothes from inside his suitcase that was left open from last night.

For no more than 5 minutes he was back in the room. I don't think she's taking a shower, so bad. But looking at her straight face and her wet hair, she must have taken a shower.

I have held 2 prayer mats there, and have been wearing mukena just waiting for Mas Dipta who is wearing a sheath for congregational prayer.

Morning was like a marathon. Finished folding the face I was wearing earlier, I heard my phone vibrate. When I reached my phone, it turned out that the sound was not from my phone, but his cellphone Mas Dipta.

"Your hp sounds fine." Mas Dipta who was folding the sheath saw me for a moment.

"From who?" He asked while putting the original sheath into the pile of clothes in his suitcase. I took the hp Mas Dipta on the table, I saw on the screen hp his written 'Mama'. It must be from Mama Ratna.

"From Mama Mas." I replied while handing over the phone to Mas Dipta.

And then Dipta lifted it up.

"Assalamualaikum Ma.." said Mas Dipta stick the phone in his ear.

"....." Mama's voice I can't hear.

"Yes, it will be the same afternoon as Kania Ma."

"....."

"What's wrong Ma?"

"....."

Mas Dipta glanced at me. Then keep his phone away from his ears.

"Nia, I'm out right now." Said Mas Dipta then passed out of the room without waiting for my answer.

I still keep staring at the departure of Mas Dipta, even though the person is invisible. Suddenly my heart aches, seeing Mas Dipta on Mama's phone but like I don't want to hear their chat. Am I still not a part of them? My excited morning suddenly withered.

After a while, the food has been served on the table, I have also been brewing tea for Mas Dipta which is usually early in the morning to drink anget tea.

"Nia, call your husband over there. Take breakfast, you'll be back in Jakarta?" Mother placed the plate containing the fried tempeh onto the table.

"So ma'am, but it's late afternoon. Mom, Nia call Mas Dipta first." I walked off the dinner table and walked outside.

I saw outside Mas Dipta, sitting on the terrace looking at the screen hp. Looks like Mama's call is over, but her face is so serious. Is there another problem? Mama called, it's definitely not about work. I approached him slowly.

"Mas." call me, he flutters and hurriedly turns off his phone screen. He looked up and looked at me with a forced smile.

"There's another problem, huh? How serious." I became suspicious of bin kepo.

"Oh, there's no. Come on in, breakfast is ready, right? Laper really, semalem out of hard work about it." Said Mas Dipta grabbing my hand and pulling it following his steps into the house.

"What the hell is mas. gaje really!" My daughter is already blushing with shame.

At the dinner table, there Mom and Tiara were already sitting on chairs and even their plates were filled with food ready to eat.

"Duuh. uwuu really you guys, all the gang. Like a song, yen takdire gandeng yo bakale gandeng.." Tiara's cerocos with a grimace. I see only smiles. Mas Dipta even smiled without the intention of releasing my hand. When I pulled her, she was getting her grip on her. Only after we sat down did he take my hand off.

We have breakfast with a typical village menu, but it is very delicious if we are with the people we care about. While chatting lightly, we finished breakfast that morning.

After breakfast, I took Mas Dipta muter-muter village street with a matic motor at home. Breathing in the still beautiful air I think can cool the mind.

"Aren't we wearing helmets?" Mas Dipta was still cuddling, perhaps looking for the existence of a helmet.

"No need, we're just going down the village road. Slow down, while reminiscing about the old days." My answer. Mas Dipta saw me from head to toe. Then get into the house, I don't know what else he's looking for. He came out again carrying a thick jacket in his hand.

"Pake the jacket yes, it's still cold, don't let it catch a cold." Mas Dipta put a big jacket on me, must have had her jacket. I just saw him wearing a hoodie.

"Well, it'll be noon." I said, after I finished wearing a jacket, then sat on the motorbike. Then I was immediately seated in front of me.

"Yuuuk!" He said he started running the bike. Feels like to speed it up, even though he runs his bike like a snail, a very big feeling.

We passed through a stretch of rice fields that already looked yellowed. Some have even started harvesting. The wind blows a little, still a little moist because it dewy in the morning.

"Mas, remember that park that used to have no swing? I think I met Mas Dipta first there." I said when the bike turned into a slightly rame street.

"Is there a park like that here?" Ask.

"There was a mas, I remember Mas Dipta drawing there. A pair of birds on a twig. Unfortunately the park is no longer there, change with a mini mart." I pointed at the mini mart building which from a distance was already visible.

"Actually, I also forgot about it. But before I got married to Mas Dipta, believe it or not I dreamt of that moment again." I said. I felt Mas Dipta stroking my coiled hand on his stomach.

"Hem, I'm starting to remember. It was at home again grieving, so I busied myself in the garden." Said Mas Dipta, which made me wonder. In mourning? Did anyone die at that time? But I was too hesitant to ask Mas Dipta. Finally we just went through the mini mart.

And coincidentally, there was a group of mothers who yesterday berghibah, they swarmed a vegetable merchant roving on the side of the road. Pas once, when passing, like a slow motion that is Mas Dipta bring his motor slowly. I close my grip on Mas Dipta. The horde that had been chatting with Santer, instantly fell silent. Staring at us to follow our path. I smiled, purposely greeting them with a nod of the head. And they suddenly wave.

Well, you guys. So now, either way, I have something wrong with you guys.