FAKE LOVE (ME, MY HUSBAND, AND HIS GUNPLA)
Episode 6
If the beat created in the chest is just a taste
a tiring stab, though,
whether effort or time will
turn all of them into happy memories?
Arlin looked at Delan unblinkingly. The woman recalled their initial agreement. The deal he made himself. Although Arlin was fully aware that this was the result of his request, but he still felt an incision in his heart.
Delan paid no heed to Arlin's reaction upon hearing of his ban.
“Not to baper. You yourself, who said that this is just a formality.” Delan stuffed his smartphone into his pants pocket and pulled out a key from there. “Lagian, I need privacy.”
Delan turned around and moved to unlock the door of her room. Unmindful of Arlin twirling his long earrings with vibrating fingers. Arlin's lower lips turned pale as he bit him hard. Trying to strengthen his heart.
No tears should fall. Not for this stupid wedding. Didn't he marry to be happy? Married to no longer hear the case around that made him restless.
So ... no moaning, nor any complaints that he has the right to file. Not for the condition of this house, nor for Delan!
Arlin watched Delan who deliberately only opened the door of his room slightly and sneaked in without a sound. It was as if he did not want to show the contents of the main room to him. The room that Arlin felt was so sacred that Delan felt the need to lock it. Arlin sighs.
Arlin moved towards his new room. Her doll's cardboard felt heavier than ever. His heart feels tired. Either because Arlin still could not accept Delan's attitude, or because he still regretted his decision to get married.
There was no commotion when Arlin alone transported cardboard for cardboard and bags he had to the room. The three-by-three-meter room that was given, was actually not bad. Clean white walls, double-size mattress that looks soft, also a black wardrobe that is large enough.
He didn't see the dresser, but Arlin didn't need it. It just needs a table to put the computer down. However, the woman with such shoulder-length hair was too lazy to compose it this afternoon. Tomorrow maybe. He can still write from a cell phone.
The woman who had taken a shower then changed clothes with the batik negligee, finally decided to fill the stomach first. He looked at the refrigerator and finished the last remaining tart.
“Bodo is very similar Delan. Brush aja!”
Similarly, donuts, and a bowl of mixed ice perform the same task as its predecessor. Get rid of hunger.
Maybe Arlin's stomach has a black hole. No matter how much he ate, not a single bit he was able to move the scales needle to the right.
Just as he was about to lift his dirty dishes and bowls into the kitchen, a door opened. Delan came out of his room.
Not much to say, the glasses guy went straight to the refrigerator. Arlin glanced from the corner of his eye wanting to see Delan's reaction when he knew there was no food left in it.
Delan simply moved his glasses up and poked slowly. “Gini way, I was forced to cheat.”
Arlin was careful enough to hear her husband's complaint. He's looking for wonder. “What does it mean to cheat?”
Some time Delan paced back and forth. He finally decided to sit in the living room and press his phone. His black round eyes glanced at the wall clock while taking out his tongue slightly wetting his lips. Arlin could see clearly that Delan was starving.
Arlin moved towards the kitchen. He saw a small pot to boil the noodles in a clean bent position on the plate rack. Put some water in it and start attacking. At first glance, Delan who still occasionally looks at the clock. Delan's hands folded over his chest. He tapped his own arm.
Arlin remembered he had a green tea latte saset that he carried in a bag. Maybe it could ease Delan's current hunger. She felt that her husband would soon eat the tablecloth in front of her hungry horn. Poor thing.
***
The aroma of green tea latte wafted as Arlin carried a warm cup towards the living room.
“Make an odd stomach.” Arlin placed the cup in front of Delan. “Sorry I finished the cake in the refrigerator. I'm laper.”
Delan didn't talk. He simply sipped the tea that Arlin prepared. His eyebrows pucker up a little. “Not as good as made by Mami.”
Deg.
Arlin felt his chest being hit by a giant mace hammer. He does not expect praise from making a cup of instant drink. Looking forward to a thank you from Delan. But at least, he also did not want Delan to denounce his efforts.
After all, it was, wasn't it, just a straight brewed drink? Wouldn't whoever made it, the result would be the same? Bizarrely.
“Lo is very much the same before merit.”
Delan. A faint smile that seemed to say that Arlin should know was on his face. “Lo wants us to be merits, right? I'm not a romantic guy. I don't even like chatting pleasantries like gini.”
In fact Arlin is fully aware that everything Delan did yesterday was a charade. But it still feels like a pain that cuts the skin. He did not expect Delan to change so drastically.
He should have been aware of Delan's first messages. How's that guy's leg. How there is a haughty impression written in every message sent. Ah ... Arlin should have realized earlier.
At first glance, Shiyan is opposite Delan. Shiyan who was so supportive, attentive and always present for him. Will Shiyan be praising her instant tea? Arlin felt his heart somewhat calm after imagining Shiyan— whose face was not so clearly drawn—s was grateful for the tea he brought.
“Delivery!”
Delan put it on the living room table. Arlin was trying to sneak a peek at what her husband had bought. Two servings of kwetiau seafood flush in a heat-resistant container. The worm in Arlin's stomach suddenly hummed again when he smelled a scent tickling his nose.
Delan lifted a box and moved towards the room. One more box was left on the table. Arlin stunned. Does this mean that Delan also bought food for him? Arlin was about to say thank you but Delan's back had already disappeared behind the closed door.
***
Arlin had already taken a bath even before the dawn of Azan. Salad with fresh conditions is always an option. There was a prayer that he could lead a quieter life than before. But Arlin himself was not sure God would grant his prayers. His marriage intentions had been wrong from the start and he was aware there would be consequences for it.
Never Arlin thought, Delan entered the house wearing a black sarong and peci, just as he was about to go to the kitchen to prepare tea.
“Where to?” Unknowingly the question glided smoothly from Arlin's mouth.
Delan. “Masjid,” the answer is almost expressionless. The man went straight into his room without another greeting being said.
Arlin shrugged his shoulders. At least he was relieved, the prayer performed in front of him all this time was not a trick. While attacking the warm water, he looked at the kitchen cupboard.
Delano Kienan Pranajaya has quite complete kitchen utensils. However, judging from the smoothness of the items, Arlin was sure, Delan rarely wore them.
The sound of the door opening sounded. Delan looks to come out again wearing white long training pants and short-sleeved t-shirts with matching colors. A white headset was wrapped around his neck. The cable dangled and entered into a black waist bag.
Suddenly his steps stopped. For a moment Delan turned to look at Arlin who was wrongly behaved because he was caught watching him.
“If you want to make me breakfast, make fruit or vegetable juice.”
Arlin was silent to see Delan instantly disappear as fast as lightning. The refrigerator looks for the fruit or vegetable in question. Arlin was in disbelief. There's a pile of fresh fruit there. Banana, pineapple, mango, dragon fruit. Not to forget some vegetables such as spinach, mustard, and kale.
“When are the creatures shopping? Don't tell her to market night-night.” Arlin gasped in awe at the thought of Delan crashing into the night market, for the sake of shopping all that. Suddenly he saw something.
“Online shopping truck?” Arlin's admiration disappears with a shopping note. “Circuits to market. Delivery anyway, semalem. I was so close that I didn't hear anything. Ck ... in vain I was amazed.”
Arlin cancels making green tea latte instant and prefers cutting bananas, pineapple, mangoes, and also spinach. It will make a green smoothie. He's intentionally not blending it now. He chose to wait for Delan to come home so that it felt fresher. Arlin stuffed the fruits into the freezer to get a refreshing chill on his smoothie later.
Delan arrived not until forty minutes later. Her hair looks wet. His white face looked slightly flushed with a sweaty fur dripping down his forehead. Arlin was sure, Delan had just jogged.
“Smoothie is it?” Delan looked around the dining table.
“Wait five minutes. I live blender, really. Kan, I don't know what time it's back.”
Again Delan nodded. But he did not say anything and chose to take a small towel to start wiping his body wet with sweat. Plunged his body onto the sofa and waited in silence.
Arlin tried not to ignore Delan's indifference. He went back to his blender and food. So that the taste is smoother, Arlin deliberately blend spinach with 400 ml of plain yogurt first. The thing that makes Arlin stunned is how Delan chose low fat type yogurt. Is her husband on a diet?
The rest of the fruit is already somewhat frozen in the next entrance freezer. In less than five minutes, a fresh green smoothie is in a large glass glass.
Delan drank it up the toilet. There was no reaction as he put his empty glass on the table.
“Where?” Arlin hesitantly asked.
Delan got up and grabbed his bath towel. There was no answer when he put his sports towel in the washing machine. When Arlin no longer cared for her husband's answer and began to pick up empty glasses to take to the kitchen, he heard Delan's voice.
“Lumayan.”
And the bathroom door was closed. Arlin held back his laughter.
There was a stinging smell from the dishwasher. The container last night had emitted an unpleasant smell. Ugh, even though Arlin likes to cook, he hates doing the dishes. Can't Delan hire a half-day housekeeper? Just to clean the house. Ah, Arlin will ask for it later. ⁇
***
“Delan.” Arlin called her husband who was just about to leave for the office at eight in the morning. The one called just looked on expressionlessly.
“Can I find a half-day helper? Enough to help wash dishes, take out the trash, wash clothes, iron as well.” Arlin once recalled the remains of a laundry bag in the trash can.
The reaction was quite unexpected. Delan's eyes narrowed sharply. So piercing. Arlin could feel a painful look of disdain there.
“Lo bego, yes?!”
The first sentence that made Arlin flinch. What harm? Isn't it natural that she wanted a housekeeper? During this time Mama and Papa also have assistants who stay overnight. After all, Arlin can afford to pay for it himself if Delan does not want to.
The shock kept his mouth locked for argument.
***
