
The next day, my woman was still a big funk. His face was bent like a person who was having gout. I smiled while shaking my head. How funny he is. Her beautiful round face, became even more charming as she was angry with me.
"Still angry?" ask me with a softened voice. Afraid she's getting angry.
There's no answer. He even deliberately bit the sandwich with full energy, as if I was the one he was biting. I'd love to pinch her cheek. Or I'll just bite his lips.
After sipping the tea he made for me, I approached, hugging his body from behind. He's revolting, but with a potluck.
"Sorry, yes." I kissed her head and cheeks. "If you're angry, I'm a gemesssh."
He looked at my face, which was only a few fingers apart. It made our faces so close. I even felt his breath. Uh! I wanted to do something that was delayed last night.
He opened his mouth to say, but soon I closed it again with a warm kiss. He glanced, looking left and right. It seems like he was afraid of what I was doing, being seen by others.
"Fear to see? so let's just go to the room."
We looked at each other. Holding something that feels starts to heat up in the soul. That smile, I know. It was a cold morning and a very hot morning for both of us. A rain shower that only soaks the outer layers of the soil, adding to the romantic atmosphere for two humans who are trying to qualify for parental blessing. Child anak.
*****
Eight months after giving a surprise that led to an accident.
My heart began to fear. Even in front of Mahira, I tried to calm down. Papi came to the office and remembered that my time was running out. Papi had even discussed my engagement plans with his best friend's son. Not with Kak Niar's cousin, the woman had married another rich man. Hmh!
I noticed my woman's face getting more and more rounded. Yes, starting on the first night Grandma died, Mahira often snacked at night. His appetite also increased. He who used to be skinny, now complains that his underwear has a lot that does not fit.
"For example, home office please buy me *************, yes."
"Me?"
"Yes, who is it?"
"Why don't we?"
"I'm males. Please, yeah. Don't be weird to choose the same color shape. Just be careful if you buy a mosquito net rich."
Really am. I chuckle at hearing it. A moment later I was silent. What will I do when I get to the store?
With great force, I ventured into the women's lingerie store. Looks lined with a variety of colors, with various shapes and sizes.
There's just me, a different kind of person in there. Very showy.
"Sir, how can I help you?" ask the shopkeeper. Maybe he saw me so confused. Sweat, feet and hands shaking, almost wetting his pants. Uh! no. gabe. That's too much.
"I'm looking for underwear for my wife." I smiled awkwardly.
"Oh, what size?"
"Eh, sorry?"
"Underwear wife Father what size? later let me help you dance and choose a model that suits your wife's taste."
"Ouch! how ya?" I scratched my head that wasn't scratching. "Later, I try to imagine how big?"
"Sorry, Sir?" the question is wonder or maybe it is shocked or pretended not to hear.
"Eh, no. I mean, I'll call you first."
"All right." The woman went away, gave me privacy.
Damnit damnit! where is that beautiful round woman now. He didn't answer my phone calls either.
For too long I tried to call who did not have an answer, finally I decided to choose the size by relying on my memory alone.
Accompanied by the woman earlier, I chose some underwear models that have been a pair. Very funny or I don't know... I also feel surprised by the strange shape. Apparently, the woman was indeed very complicated. Even the invisible underwear models are so complicated.
"Haha. Mana da polite underwear. If it is for the husband, it is better to wear sexy all together. Like this."
The woman chose something that I used to see when women were in my past.
"No! my wife likes expensive, simple but elegant. Just like her. Simple but precious."
"Fish ladies are the same, sir. That differentiator is the packaging."
"Either that. A more elegant and non-open packaging like this, will make us more curious."
The woman looks embarrassed whether angry or offended, I don't know and don't care. I just want something different and the best for my woman.
After a long time of choosing, I finally got ten pairs of underwear for Mahira. Hopefully the size fits. Including color and shape.
My woman ran out, welcoming me with a smile. He even followed a car I hadn't stopped. Not wanting him to cape, I finally stopped the car before it got to its place.
"Why stop here?"
"Don't want you to cape for following my car." I hugged after rubbing his head.
"Buy?" ask him with sparkling eyes.
"Surely, dong."
"Absmuzzy?"
"Emmm. Little, anyway. I got to be in Deketin mba his servant. She is sweet, sexy and funny. But–." I immediately stopped my words when that pretty face turned irritated. I hurriedly carried her body which was getting heavier as she was about to step away. He's angry again.
The time I spent was too fast. Getting closer to the day that Papi would accidentally come to this house bringing a future wife to me.
That sucks a father to me. Like he's the boss where someone works.
Though troubled, I always smiled at my women. No matter what happens later.
If Papi wants to come with the woman, come. Let it all happen. Let's see what God's choice will be for our marriage.
I'd better not think about something that hasn't happened. Enjoy the time with Mahira now.
Try and keep praying that God will give his trust in me to be a father. I promise to be a better father than Papi. If my son is a boy, then I will let him find his soul mate without seeing how much wealth his family has.
"Mas! why did you choose Kegedean?"
"Chose what?"
"It."
Mahira brought the underwear that I bought this afternoon.
"Who do you measure your waist? mba's maid?" Mahira glared in annoyance.
"No, honey. I called you but I'm not active. I rely on my own mind."
"What do you think?"
"Think of your hips."
"Gee!"
Mahira turned her back and went back into the bathroom.
"What's wrong with women? it's really like the dalemannya. Complicated!"
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