FAKE LOVE (ME, MY HUSBAND, AND HIS GUNPLA)
Episode 8
No need for fake blankets anymore
Because every taste is so hot
No need to be shamed
Believe me, he won't understand the language of the heart.
Arlin busied himself cooking oriental chicken wing and fried tofu for dinner. He desperately refrained from sipping cucumbers and tomatoes, then molded them into roses. Or combine the two into a beautiful flower shape.
Nah! Arlin had promised to make a normal meal. Mama asked him so and would be obeyed even though the hand felt like dancing with a kitchen knife.
“You eat first?” Arlin greeted Delan who had just finished bathing that night.
Delan glanced towards the dining table. A sweet spicy aroma emanated from the chicken that was still billowing smoke, frankly making the worms in her stomach dance. Delan swallowed his saliva. “Ngak. I can't eat over seven.”
“Lo diet?”
Delan. “Ngapain me diet?!”
The man crossed his arms around his chest. The white t-shirt she was wearing instantly formed the curves of the body. Arlin was a little surprised to see the fact that her husband actually had a pretty athletic body. The wide chest and shoulders made Delan look gallant in such a position. Is his stomach also a sixpack? Arlin could never see it because Delan tended to wear loose clothing all this time.
Arlin cleared his throat trying to get rid of his magical thoughts. “Lha, so why not eat?”
“Sound eating patterns, dong. If you do not want fat, yes do not eat before going to bed.” Delan carefully observed Arlin.
“I mean lo, I'm fat?!” Arlin's tone was rising.
Delan chuckles. “I am not the one talking.”
Arlin saw Delan's laughter quite interesting. The split lips on the bottom was indeed the thing that caught Arlin's attention. However, every word thrown from there always makes all the beauty like swept by the bahorok wind. The heat!
“Yes, if you don't want to! I am abisin myself!” Arlin twisted his body and chose to move towards the dining table.
Arlin looked back a little, hoping Delan asked to leave for breakfast tomorrow morning. But it turns out that the man went back missing into his palace.
“Rese! If you know gini, the chicken I did not cook all!” Arlin scooped the white rice roughly. Slammed with no less brutal to the plate. He was struck by three pieces of chicken that quickly moved in front of him. Not to forget the two pieces of fried tofu also landed smoothly. One of them was even chewed quickly.
“Delan rest! Evil delan!” Arlin stared at the piece of chicken wings he had in his grasp. The glossy black color and the spicy sweet aroma were tempting. But Arlin looked at him.
Arlin opened his mouth wide and began to tear the white sesame-flavored chicken meat.
“Nyem .. nyem I chew, lo!” Arlin chews his chicken while imagining Delan becoming a whirlwind that he can pounce on.
“Mampus aja!”
***
Arlin passed his days leisurely. He was only in charge of making Delan various smoothies in the morning, and no need to worry about dinner. That was pretty fun. I am free to blog all day. Arlin had already begun to understand the rhythm of his life.
Delan used to go home until ten in the evening on Monday and Wednesday. Maybe today he'll be home tonight.
The sound of a motorbike entering the garage. Arlin who was wearing a Tare Pandanya apron was shocked. Has Delan gone home? Glanced at the wall clock that still shows at six in the afternoon.
“Oh, Friday home cepet.” Arlin opened the door.
Delan was silent looking at his wife who looked increasingly petite with a wide apron that passed through the knee. Arlin's side-bound hair added a round look to his face.
A red tinge from the heat of the new stove hit the face, making Arlin look fresh. Long silver earrings in the shape of a panda are worn, sparkling in the light of a lamp.
Almost Delan thought the creature before him was not human. Arlin looks like a sparkling little fairy. Delan brushed it off quickly.
“Gue is just tired today,” whispers reassure yourself. “What?”
“Nothing. Lo cook? I want dinner. Can?”
Arlin nodded for a moment. But she could see her husband's tired face. Did he just face a tough job at the office? Ah .. but Arlin was reluctant to ask.
“Gue again cook the same tongseng fried broccoli. Do you want that or do I need another masakin?”
“It's all you can.”
Delan did not say much when he grabbed his towel and started cleaning himself.
The aroma of tongseng filled the dining room just as Delan had already exited the bathroom. Arlin was just sitting at the dining table when the sound of footsteps came closer.
“Lo is really a cook.” Delan commented after the first bribe. He could hardly believe how Arlin could cook this big piece of mutton. The smell is not fishy at all. The taste is also appropriate.
There was a pleasant thump filling Arlin's heart cavity. Ah ... tumben Delan praised him. Maybe soon there will be a tornado.
“Gue thought fitting application and wedding yesterday, you buy at the restaurant, continue to be admitted as lo.” cuisine Delan continued his feed indifferently.
At all he could not see Arlin's lips were pursed. The blushing feeling that had just flashed was blown away vanished with a piled up cob.
“Lo need strainer.” Arlin growling.
“Create where? Sink filter broken?” Delan still didn't lift his head off his dinner plate. He eats very well. Enjoy bribe for bribe sweet spicy taste fresh tongseng sauce.
“Bodo, deh!” Arlin was just about to put in his first spoon, and suddenly Delan was seen brandishing an empty plate in front of him.
“Can you add?”
Arlin. “BUSET! I NEW BASMAETE LAH LO ALREADY HAMDALAH!!” screams loud. “Eh no, I just basmalah, you already want to add!” Arlin felt his surprise.
Delan laughs. Laughs very rarely. It exhibits a thin lip shape with a hemisphere at the bottom that disappears if it widens its mouth like that. At that time Arlin only realized Delan had a thin dimple on the left side of his face.
“Eatya if you eat do not follow the style of panda ngunyah bamboo. Hunting ends with me.” Delan was still smiling as he put his plate back on the table. An expression that is able to soften the usual face looks stiff. The man felt that Arlin was quite an attractive figure. It is easy to be surprised by things that are actually trivial.
Arlin smiled faintly. There is a sense of wonder. “Why should panda? Why not turtle? Kan, slower.”
Delan again lifted his plate and scooped the rice that was not removed from the rice cooker.
“Lo instead of panda maniac?” answer without looking. “Eh?”
Arlin could hardly believe what he was hearing. How did Delan know he was a panda maniac? As short as a memory that has not been a week, not a little he ever told me about his favorite one.
Delan still ignored Arlin's shock. He was busy pouring the tongseng, adding a little Bon Cabe, and throwing a pinch of fried broccoli into his mouth.
“Why do you know I like panda?” Arlin could not hide his surprise.
Delan stopped his mouthful and turned towards Arlin. There was a slight smile of disdain. “Hey, earrings lo, panda. That was lo aprons, Tare Panda. Trus time the brat brazen was rancid stuffed lo, it contained a lot of pandas. No need to be Conan to know that. Am I bego?”
“Ish...” Arlin grunting. He completely forgot all that. He shouldn't have asked and given Delan a chance to make fun of him.
Delan glanced at Arlin cursively. The mouth that advanced forward, the cheeks that bulged just like a child sulked. Maybe that's why Arlin doesn't have a lover who wants to marry him yet. He looks childish. Or maybe men would rather flirt than make him smile because he looks more adorable when snacking?
Arlin sees Delan slowing down his eating rhythm. Equal to the speed of himself chewing. Was Delan waiting for him?
“Alhamdulillah.” Delan wiped his mouth with a tissue and placed it on a slippery dish. There was not even a grain of rice and a drop of gravy left there. “Mantake soul.” Arlin held back his smile. He did not expect Delan was actually quite humorous. It's not bad to be his wife, either. The ketus side dominates more. And it's very annoying.
“Taste you good. Make it again tomorrow, yes!”
“Tumben lo eat malem. Usually follow a healthy lifestyle.” Arlin lifted Delan's plate and stacked it with another dirty plate while laughing.
Delan. “Sial!” This time he changed his style to grouching.
Again Arlin could see how the chest area of her husband was.
“Gue want to live regularly. Don't eat after Magrib if you can. Reduce fried, breakfast with fruit or oatmeal. Yes .. although I do not want to participate in food combining. Of course, I also do not detail the number of calories in. Ribet.”
Arlin's eyeball barely escaped from the hole heard Delan's speech that felt magical. A calorie? Reduced fritters? Food combining? Huh huh?
“Lha, fried broccoli earlier?” Arlin stared at the empty broccoli plate.
“That's my first fried this week. I am not anti. Just reduce.” Delan leaned his body against the back of the chair. “My principle, if eat a lot, yes I have to go out a lot as well.”
Arlin almost asked if the meaning of the lot is with BAB? The panda lover finally turned his body towards Delan who seemed to realize he was about to be showered with questions.
“Kepo, yes?” Delan tried hard to hold back his smile.
Arlin snorted, but his curiosity was greater. “Ngapain lo that? I think the most important thing in cooking is delicious and beautiful. I never thought about calories. Laper, yes eat. Simple.”
“Ck ck!” Delan. “If you do not pay attention to when you eat, ntar lo buncit tau not?” Delan shuddered. “Never had a distended Gundam pilot.”
“Hah?” again Arlin could only open his mouth to hear Delan's reason.
Delan again ignored the unblinking astonishment of the woman before him. Precisely the man with the height of 183 was observing Arlin closely. Again a twinkle of disdain appeared on his face.
Arlin gasped as Delan leaned forward. Their faces were only about twenty centimeters away.
Arlin barely moved back, but Delan held back his arm. Squeeze it gently from the top towards the palm of the hand.
“Lin...” Delan looked at Arlin straight. It was as if the world around them disappeared and left the two in a tense silence.
Arlin's voice was stuck in the esophagus. His breath seemed to be unretractable. Delan's face was so clear. The eyeball which turned out to be slightly bright brown was piercing him. Closing his airway. Making Arlin's face paled like blood loss.
“Aaan, anyway?” Arlin pulled his hand in a slight hurry. He was unable to stop the heart beating without shame.
“Lo will not both be the same as me?” Delan still looked at his wife almost without blinking.
Arlin did not answer. Her mind was still pondering the direction of her husband's conversation.
“Begini together.” Delan showed me something with his hand.
“Hah?! I'm the same you are soan? Kidding right, lo?!” Arlin was agape at her husband's earnest request.
Delan was still flinching from his position. “Kan, you can mix, kok,” he said calmly.
Arlin's heart feels like it's going to be broken. What did Delan mean by a clenched hand movement that was moved back and forth. Is his mind the same as Delan's? Arlin did not dare to state it clearly.
“Sebentar.” Delan got up and snuck into his room for a moment. It wasn't until a minute that he came out with his wallet.
Arlin was speechless looking at Delan who took something from there.
“Nih,” Delan put a card on the table. “We can both here.”
“Star Kejora Fitness Center.” Arlin read the gold lettering on a black card. “You mean, we're both fitness together?”
“Emang you think what?”
Oh ... Arlin just thought the movement exhibited by Delan is a weight lifting movement.
“Lan, generally people demonstrate lifting weights tuh, gini.” Arlin moved his hand from below and bent his elbow until his fist touched the shoulder.
“Too mainstream.”
“No obvious tauk!”
“Lha, I think you understood earlier. Keep thinking what?” Delan's straight hair moved as his chin lifted slightly upwards. The man was trying to understand Arlin's thoughts that were not connected to the contents of his head.
Arlin. “Lupain aja.” Arlin turned his reddened face. “Partially why ama lo fitness?”
Delan back throbbing sucks. “Lo bullet! Your arm was clearly not tight. Lo much fat content.”
Arlin was just about to refute when Delan raised his hand. This is the second time he has been treated that way. As if his opinion was not at all necessary.
“Lagian, my average fitness team brought his wife. All of you become slim, plus I know you to temen-temen.” The man reinserted his membership card into the wallet. “Simples, right?”
“Males! I don't like sports. I am not fat! I have been here all along.” Arlin defended himself.
“How high are you? 140?”
“Campret!” Arlin offended. ”152,” he said half a whisper. “Yeah, different thin,” reply indifferently. ”How much weight? 55? 60?” “Not polite! My weight 49.” Arlin grunting.
Delan pulled out his phone and started counting. “Oh, BMI index at 21.2. It turns out it's still normal.”
Arlin could see Delan's lips rising slightly. “No, I'm normal. It's good to say fat.”
“But it has set the upper limit. Mending come, tomorrow morning. Let's not be a gossip among my fitness team, because you never nongol.” Delan got up and left Arlin still silent staring at her husband's back.
That night Arlin could barely sleep thinking about what clothes he should wear. Women who have never exercised certainly do not have special clothes. He stared at his closet for the next hour.
***
Arlin did not say much along the way to the Morning Star Fitness Center. Instead Delan was pretty much blabbering than usual. Explain what kind of items they will wear, how long they will be there, what the name of the coach, what kind of exercise they will do, also about his fitness friends.
The man's heart was very happy. Fitness is one of the hobbies that he takes seriously. Delan's friends have often asked when he would get married. After marriage, they still noisily forced Delan to bring his wife to exercise together. This time he managed to persuade Arlin to come along. He was quite satisfied to introduce a petite woman who often acted funny as his wife. Everyone will be envious.
Arlin turned towards her husband who was still smiling to himself. It turns out that Delan fitness routine every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday. Something that Arlin did not expect. It was only that day that he came home quite late.
“Lo can change clothes in girls' locker room. We meet here.” Delan pointed to the right.
With no answer, Arlin steps away from Delan as soon as possible.
In front of her dressing room locker, Arlin slowly removed the worn blazer studs. For a moment he kept silent. There was also no blazer covering his shoulder.
A white t-shirt with a picture of a panda inside. Arlin never wears it. The 30-year-old woman only bought it because it had such a cute picture.
“Aduh really narrow.” Arlin rolled his clothes down. The shirt made from the jersey was seen sticking tight on his body.
There was a sense of pressure on the chest until Arlin had a little trouble breathing. But he had no other choice. The clothes he had were only negligee, or graceful dresses that were not appropriate for sports. The woman with the shoulder-length hair could no longer remember the last time she exercised.
Insecure and trying a little to bend over to cover the shape of her breasts that were clearly imprinted, Arlin walked out. He's rowdy. It was as if the world was ready to see him with a gaze that he did not want to think of. It's very uncomfortable. Had Delan given him time, he would have taken the time to buy new sportswear.
He hopes the fitness room is as quiet as it was. Her little head peeked slightly from behind the door. There were only two men and one woman talking. Mercifully. At least Arlin felt they wouldn't pay too much attention to him.
Delan seemed to have been waiting for him impatiently. The young man looked very handsome with training pants limited to the knee. The bottom has a rubber material that binds to the base of the calf. The black color looks elegant with red lines on both sides.
His clothes made Arlin hold his breath. A bright red shirt with no arms. Of course it immediately showed Delan's very strong arm. Arlin never thought her husband was that brave. Just natural. What can a man who is fitness three times a week and is very careful about his diet?
***
Arlin looked back down at her breasts that seemed to look bigger. Crossed his hands on his chest. I hope no one notices it.
Busy covering her body as she walked closer to Delan, Arlin did not see her husband moving as fast as lightning towards the table, grabbing something and moving closer to Arlin in a hurry.
“Lo what?”
Arlin. Delan attached the jacket he had worn to Arlin's shoulder. He immediately raised his zipper without heeding Arlin who was even still crossing.
“Lo who does?” Arlin looked at himself who was covered in a jacket. For a moment there was a sense of relief because his chest was already protected. Well ... although he feels himself like a mental hospital prisoner with his hands locked in the chest. Can't move.
“Lo ngaco! The time of the sport is so great!” There was a visible reddish tinge in Delan's ear. Either because he ran too fast, or because of something else. To be sure, her husband's breathing sounded irregular.
“Gue has nothing else.”
Delan took his breath. Glanced around carefully and hoped that no one would see his wife. Fortunately, his friends were busy talking. There was a hela of relief sounding stifled. He really didn't like to see Arlin dressed like that in public. But Delan did not understand what the reason for his dislike was. All he knew, he only wanted to take Arlin away.
“Gue don't like lo kayak gini!” Delan lowered his voice. A slightly possessive-sounding tone in Arlin's ears.
“Why?” Arlin asked carefully. For a moment he felt his fingers let out cold sweat and a strong desire to twist his long earrings.
“Why?” Delan repeated Arlin's question for a moment. “Lo kayak elephant entered into bottle.”
The forward kick was directly thrown by Arlin into the thigh of her husband. He wanted to curse Delan if he did not remember some eyes looking at them curiously from a distance.
“We're home. We shop for sports clothes first.
Next Saturday we come back.” Delan spoke fiery.
Arlin looked at her husband annoyed. “Why do I have to force fitness, anyway? I'm not fat! Lagian...”.
“No!”
Delan stopped talking. Ugh...!! Arlin hated it when Delan stopped his sentence. Arlin felt very underestimated.
“Lo only fitness once a week. I've been three times. I work in an office. Your idle time at home is not able? Must be able too, dong!”
Arlin wanted to kick Delan back, but he was arrested because more and more eyes from the club members who had just come to glance curiously.
“Enak aja I nganggur!”
Delan wrapped his left hand around Arlin's shoulder. The woman's head immediately sank under Delan's armpits.
“Just let's go.”
“How am I?”
“Easy, I want to come back here again.”
“Lho? Not so, Lan?” The low voice of a astonished man seeing Delan half pushed Arlin out of the room in his arms.
“Sorry, my wife is sick. Next week I'll take her again.” Delan waved with his right hand.
Not ten minutes, both of them were sitting in the red Honda Jazz owned by Delan. The Mall still looks deserted.
“Lo is very insistent, I kudu fitness. I don't need.” Delan glanced towards Arlin's stomach. He was worried about the condition of the woman's stomach. Unimaginable in his head if Arlin later had a large round stomach. It's hideous!
“Gue don't want your stomach bloated. Girl with, bloated.” Arlin blushed. “So you pay attention to this, the story is the same I?”
Whether he got wind from nowhere, Arlin suddenly floated that sentence without a second thought.
Delan. “ENGK! I just don't want your stomach to get fat. If fat and thought pregnant, I also bother.”
THE PLAQUE!
A loud slap instantly landed on Delan's cheek that second as well.
***
