Clandestine

A Beggar

Sundays, though,

it was the happiest day because I could relax at home

laze or just a cardio sport. I was the laziest to come

to the gym to exercise, as a result if there is a chance I always

put a mattress at home to do this.

I was

folding the mat when Reinard came out of the room. His face is awake, awake,

however, it did not make his handsome aura fade away even though he was visible

messier. It's been a few weeks living with Reinard, I know a few

his habituation. He most do not like to sleep with the lights out, the opposite

with me. Fortunately, he was still able to use a sleeping lamp. I often do too

finding him delirious was unclear, and the pat on his shoulder managed to make him

go back to sleep as quietly as a baby.

“Mau madein

breakfast?” I put my mattress in the corner. One of my hands is pulling

the towel on my shoulder wiped the sweat off my temple. “What do you want to eat?”

Reinards

looking at me, I saw his face suddenly blushing. I'm down, my God! I just

wearing a sports bra that shows my belly button and training pants

following my curves.

I'm hysterical, man,

immediately ran into the room and picked up a rather large t-shirt. During

I've been exercising a lot in front of Reinard, but usually I

using the shirt as a top. It's just that I think he hasn't woken up today

so I could try wearing my new gym clothes.

“Sorry....sorry.

make you uncomfortable.” I said when I left the room.

Reinard laughed, though,

this time he could look at me freely. “Do not wear that outfit on

in front of another man, Jul.”, he pulled the towel that I still hold and wiped

the sweat on my face.

I blushed.

This has already gotten a good fight from my husband.

Akh, actually

if I'm not even naked I'm not sure if she's gonna want me.

“Oh yes, you want

eat what?” I try to neutralize my feelings in the morning

like these. “Fried rice blanket how?”

“Fried rice

blanket?”

I walk towards

the fridge. “Iya. Her blanket from an omelet.” I opened the refrigerator and then

take the eggs and leaves from there.

“Alright, if

so I made the omelet, huh?”

I looked at and

finding Reinard already holding onto the spatula while smiling.

“OKE!” me

nodding enthusiastically.

We started

struggling with our respective duties. Reinard was busy with the eggs

it'll be fried. Although his hands looked stiff, but he managed to break

the egg without making its shell goes into the bowl. I was busy

preparing spices. Because I'm lazy to stew, I use a food chopper

without difficulty tired.

Not more than

twenty minutes, finally the rice goring blanket we so. The simple food

it's been amazing to me because I cooked it with someone special.

All the time being husband-isti, only this time we cooked together. Usually I am

who prepared and Reinard stayed to eat. We ordered more often

the food. I don't think I'm very good at cooking, and I think Reinard will get bored

if only we ate that.

“Jul, week

busy front ?” Reinard asked in between meals.

I spent

kunyahan.

“Not so

hell.”

“Can take

leave?”

“Cuti?” I

furrowing my eyebrows. “Why?”

“Marina request

we came to France to celebrate his wedding anniversary.” Reinards

take a sip of water. “If you can leave, how about we come?”

I fell silent

some moments. Not that I don't want to, I haven't been around for a long time

vacation abroad. Can't I use this opportunity as

vacation because of tired of my routine or.. honeymoon? But I feel like I won't

it was convenient later when Marina asked me a lot about marriage.

Moreover, nothing ever happened between me and Reinard

besides sleeping with—without touching—or just eating together like this.

“He will be very

happy if you come Jul.” Reinard's voice shakes the anxiety of my heart. “Some

today he keeps calling me.”

“So?” me

still a little doubtful.

Reinards

nods. “Actually, he called me a few days ago. And I

still hesitate to tell you.”

“Good. Let's just

go.” I nodded in the end.

*****

Finish eating, though,

I cleaned the dishes at the table alone. A few minutes ago, when Reinard wanted to

helping me, a cell phone ring led him to the attic. And until now

he still seems busy with the phone. I wonder who it is

who called my husband this Sunday and made his expression tense.

But I'm sure it must be about the patient. Here, even if he has a holiday

still have to pick up the phone if there is a consultation about the patient's problem in

infirmary.

“Let me throw away

the trash is Jul.” Reinard was standing behind me. He scratched his hair

back, then take the black plastic containing garbage in the corner

I'm nodding.

Saw him walking towards the door. I stared at my husband's back with a sigh

long breath. Referee only if after this it is again faced that he must

he went to the hospital because his patients were critical.

“Rei...”

Call me bold, and the man turned his head after opening

half of the door.

“You're not

going to the hospital today, right?” I bit my lower lip.

Reinard's Smile

then it grew slowly.

“Of course

no. gabe. I want to spend my week relaxing with you.” Then guy

it came out and closed the door.

I'm attractive

breath relief. At least this week there's a Reinard figure at home and I'm not

lonelier. The man often goes out on Sundays, sometimes preparing since

early morning or sometimes late in the afternoon. I have also been up several times

not going home. Making this apartment more quiet

quiet again. We rarely interact at home. I often

spending my time at the desk while Reinard was in front of the TV or reading

books. But even so, I felt comfortable every time I came out of the room

work to take a drink, ice cream or snack and see it in the room

fore. At least I'm not really alone.

“Akh.

one forgot!” I patted my forehead. There is one more plastic waste that is not

Reinard brought it because it was in a different place.

I snorted,

walking in haste while carrying the plastic trash out of the apartment.

I'd at least like to have garbage piled up at home, so after eating or wanting to

going to work, I always bring him down.

Dumpster

it was next to the apartment. Usually in the morning there will be a lot of scavengers in the

there to scavenge for garbage, look for some items that they think

still valuable and they can sell to rubbing places. I've always been concerned

saw them, and after that much thanks to myself.

That I'm lucky, much luckier than them.

I searched

Reinard's around the landfill, but the man's not there. Sequentime

he's still here now because I didn't meet him earlier

when down. Or were we on the elevator, so we didn't meet?

I don't know.

I'm back

relax while putting your hands in my pocket. However

my steps stopped when I walked a few steps. My smile expands

seeing Reinard in front of the entrance gate of the apartment, the middle

talk to…..

Oi! Wait

first! Wasn't the man facing Reinard a beggar

some time ago, I was begging in front of my office. It seems far away too

the father went around.

“Reinard!” me

yelling and waving my hand at my husband.

Reinard and

the beggar looked over. After returning to say something to the beggar

finally, Reinard walked up to me.

“Ngapain

there?” ask when we face.

“Oh...” Reinards

reviewing smile. “Chat a little bit with the father earlier.”

I'm muttered.

“Poor yes..

I've met that father before, you know.”

“Where?” Reinards

seriously staring.

“Earning

in front of my office. Keep me giving you money.” Reply lightly.

“John Jul? Coco

never told you?” he held both my arms. “Keep him why?”

I'm wrinkling

eyebrows. Wasn't Reinard's reaction too exaggerated when I told him

about the beggar just now?

“Long time Rei.

He did not say anything, I give money keep going.” My answer. “Oh yes...”

Reinard's waiting

continuation story.

“She also

wish me good luck with my household.” My next. “Great yes si

dad, you know that I'm married. My ring is small.” I

showing my fingers around our wedding ring.

Reinard rubbed

his face then cupped his hands together on my cheeks.

“When-when

if you meet that father, you just shy away. Also.don't forget love.

know me.”

I'm back

knocks.

“Emang why?”

“Neg

anything.”

“You know?”

i suspect.

Reinards

shake.

“Nggak.”

Answer's straightforward. “He doesn't look like a good beggar.”

I wanted to

laughing and wanting to ask Reinard again. But hurry up the man

I pulled my hand into the apartment.

Why is it getting

here, I feel like my husband is getting weird.

*****