Duren Palm

Your honeymoon or your months

Two months later.

The weather covered the corner of the city this morning. So unpretentious was the feeling of a man who was currently sitting at the side of the bed. He did not stop looking at the face of the wife who was standing in front of him. He did not blink at all to see the admiration of the appearance of his woman who was still wearing a nightgown. Yes, he is Ardi, a man who loves his wife so much that she has no reason not to love him. He was a perfect husband figure, both in the eyes of Rianti and his autrhor.

They had been together for six months, only four months, because Rianti had forgotten his memory for two months. They passed through the complex twists of the household. Facing a crashing storm that almost claimed the lives of both. Different ages, thoughts, cultures to physical does not make love that has faded or withered. Because the essence of love itself is to accept the shortcomings and advantages of the beloved. Love for what you are. Not love because there is something about you.

"Dear you are beautiful" said Ardi without blinking. Meaningful gazes are there, from love, love, happiness, admiration to perversion. Everything fused together in the 32-year-old man's eye bead.

Rianti who was looked at like that immediately narrowed his eyes.

"Why the hell, Mas. I watched him and I took his side" protested Rianti. While his hands are still fun to twist a dark brown tie to Ardi's neck.

"No why. I just feel like you're getting more and more beautiful today" she said in a low tone. While his hands have guerrilla free in Rianti's ass.

Rianti looked more sharply at Ardi because he knew the direction and purpose of his appeal. Rianti slightly tightened the tie that was coiled around Ardi's neck, so that the one with the neck choked, coughed hard to catch his breath. Rianti chuckled amusedly at the suffering of her flirtatious husband.

"Kok is so good. How would you die?" ardi protests after loosening a tie that Rianti tightened earlier.

"That's why don't start again. Last night it was. Early morning sports too. Time to ask again," grumbled Rianti. His mouth was pursed, annoyed by Ardi's endless lecherous attitude.

"You why the hell ... from the presence of the innate jutek mulu," said Ardi while hugging Rianti's waist.

"News dong, what's up hmm ...." Ardi immersed his face into Rianti's flat stomach. Warm and comfortable until he linger there.

Rianti snorted in annoyance, his face bent as if lazily answering Ardi's question.

Temples do not know or deliberately forget, inner Rianti. He is faithful in his silence.

Rianti let go of the hug. Staring in her husband's shady eyes, she laid down her body sitting next to Ardi.

"Mas really busy huh? I can't leave a week. I want to go to Bali Mas .. I want us to go on our honeymoon," whined Rianti as he swiped his feet on the cold porslen floor until a small squeaking sound was made from there.

"Well at home, too. The main goal of honeymooners is none other than that," said Ardi ambiguous while glancing under the stomach of Rianti.

Rianti increasingly snorted in annoyance. He turned his back on Ardi.

"Too at home his name is not a honeymoon Mas ...."

"Then what?" ask Ardi who does not understand the difference at home with in Bali.

"Anything at home I was just your moons," when Rianti was immediately responded to the loud rarity of Ardi.

Dealing Ardi's laughter made Rianti even more upset, he stood up and left Ardi still engrossed with his laughter. However, just a few steps Rianti stopped because Ardi hugged his body from behind.

"Yes yes .. later Mas tried to talk to the dean again, sorry if our honeymoon event never materialized," Ardi persuaded while kissing the hair of his wife. He turned Rianti's body to face him.

"iiiih you this .. make Mas jiggling tau no," said Ardi as he squeezed Rianti's nose, to the extent that the one with the nose grimaced in pain.

"Sick Mas!" gerutu Rianti while keeping Ardi's hand away from his nose.

"Mahaha ...." Ardi's crisp laughter was heard again. He liked to tease his wife. Marasa was comforted to see Rianti's expression while pouting.

"You're ugly when you get angry again" the god again.

Rianti clucked in annoyance. Not in the persuasion even in ledek.

"Laughter continues. After his laugh, Naruto mated with doraemon. Entar malem, I must have Mas Ardi crying," threatened Rianti while smiling cunningly. She stepped out of the room leaving her husband who had been sculpting.

Ardi was silent, hearing the snapping of his wife instantly made him smile wryly. Wah can this danger if the first lady of this one sulks. He also pulled his laptop bag which was on the bed and followed Rianti.

"Honey, wait," said Ardi while pursuing the steps of his wife.

In front of the door.

"Mas, I'm going to Shinta's place. I want to go with her" Rianti said after kissing the back of her husband's hand.

"Yes, but not for long? Mas do not want if the right time to go home later you are not at home," said Ardi while staring fixed into the eyes of his wife who is always able to calm the heart.

Rianti just nodded slowly as the tiptoe grabbed Ardi's tapered cheek quickly.

Cupp.

Ardi gasped, opening his eyes as if in disbelief. Tumben, that feeling was crashing. Eee now plays sosor.

"Be careful, yes" said Rianti, throwing her sweetest smile.

Ardi nodded and walked into the car carrying a strange feeling of his wife's fickle mood.

****

The mall

Shinta was seen rummaging through his juice lazily. Her lips dropped and eyebrows were drawn inwards.

Rianti who knew the unusual gurgle of his best friend was also starting to suspect. The reason along the journey Shinta is unceasingly jostling. Like carrying the weight of the whole world on his shoulders.

Rianti stopped for a moment of activity enjoying a glass of ice cream that he ordered.

"You why? Think again what? From diem mulu. Try the story," asked Rianti expectantly. He realized that his best friend needed a place to complain.

But Shinta was still silent and again exhaled a rough sounding breath.

"Let's tell ... Do you have a problem with Veno?" rianti. He watched closely the behavior of Shinta who just rummaged his drink.

"We're busted. Rumors have spread that I'm the same Veno wants to get married" Shinta complained without looking at Rianti. He is still busy twirling straws in his glass of avocado juice. Rianti smiled. He tried hard not to laugh in front of his friend who was nervous (fidgeting, upset and languishing).

But suddenly Shinta's sad face immediately changed. He snarled firmly at the straw in his hand.

"This is all because of Veno!!! He misunderstood Erik. He thought I had the same employee at the marketing department. It's not possible. Even more ridiculous, he announced our relationship in front of all the employees who were having lunch in the cafeteria. Can imagine how embarrassed I am," said Shinta while releasing a straw in her hand and throwing her back violently on the back of the resto mall chair.

Rianti is still in good listening mode. However, after hearing Shinta's severe problems he could not help but speak out.

"What if it gets caught? Not that you love each other. You should enjoy what is now. Enjoy happiness. Some girls are fighting to be Veno's girlfriend. Well you, why the shame?" cecar Rianti who never thought the direction of Shinta's mind.

"I don't even shave. Just see the difference between me and Veno. He's the CEO, while I'm just picking up the ashes, Rianti. There are no pantes if you go with him," said Shinta again.

"Oh Shinta .. gini deh, who walks who?" asked Rianti with a serious tone.

"I'm the same as Veno" replied Shinta.

"Who is happy?"

"I'm the same as Veno" replied Shinta again.

"That's it. Do not step aside the mistreatment of netizens who envy that an ash uplift can get a CEO," said Rianti cheering his friends who are upset.

"But ...." Shinta choked because Rianti first squinted her eyes.

"Udah don't but but. Let's go home, Mas Ardi bertar again nyampe home," said Rianti while spending a hundred thousand to pay for their drinks.

"But before we go home we look for the fruit of the divorce first yes. Suddenly I wanted to eat it especially if it was made rujak," added Rianti again while imagining how delicious the rujak ceremai.

"I drooled first I tuh," he said, standing from the restaurant chair.

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Waaaahh Rianti who wants to eat a divorce but why the author who drooled...

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