FAKE LOVE (ME, MY HUSBAND, AND HIS GUNPLA)
Episode 9
If the mouth is open only to give a wound,
should my heart be loved?
There was a clear grain that fell unstoppably. Arlin tried
Take off the jacket that locks it with great difficulty.
The little lady twisted her body quickly when the hand
Delan stretched out to provide assistance.
“Kok, cry?” I just heard a voice asking. Arlin looked up at the silly question from the man beside him. Arlin laughed heartily. The combined voice between the pain and also laughing at his stupidity who was willing to marry Delan.
“Gue has participated in fitness, but this is what I get? Lo forgot? I also have a blog post!” Arlin tried to catch his breath so he could speak clearly without the need to make his voice shake. “Make a computer masang, I'm still tired. Belom again, you protest mulu cooperation Teh Ati although I think he is neat. At the end, I am again complicated because of trivial problems.”
Delan's mouth was locked tightly.
“Gue tired, Lan. Tired of your behavior!”
There was no word between the two after that. Just as Arlin was already wearing back Delan's jacket properly on his body, he opened the car door violently.
“Arlin!”
Delan's screams are unfulfilled. Arlin only wants to avoid people who have never been absent from insulting him all morning. Run immediately. Away to where the feet took him. Arlin only wanted to enter the mall without much thought.
Steps ceased. The woman looked a little. There was a hint of hope Delan would catch up with him. Apologizing for his evil treatment.
Niente.
Arlin only found the mall parking still empty. Arlin. The pain returned to his heart. Arlin who was now able to control himself saw a clear glass array before him.
His reflection was clearly displayed. Petite women in training pants, sneakers and a rather oversized jacket. Well ... not too bad.
Arlin reached into his pants pocket. Fortunately, he decided to pocket his phone and wallet because there was a ban on leaving valuables in the locker. He immediately contacted Rietma.
“We met at Shibuya Cafe. The clock is open, right. Ride 91 from there. I'll pick you up at the fork. Mal is still quiet, right?”
A voice across the phone line was heard. Arlin. He also moved out of the mall to his best friend's cafe.
***
It didn't take long for the two to arrive at Shibuya Corner Cafe. The sound of the clink of bells greeted them as they walked into the cafe.
“Welcome.” The light voice of a teary-eyed young man greeted.
“Pancake chocolate ice cream one, strawberry one, Ko!” Rietma directly mentioned his order to the cafe owner who was still wiping the dishes behind the counter table.
The young man nodded.
“Drinking cappuccino frappe aja two.” Rietma added.
“Ten minutes, yes.” Again the young man showed off a smile with dimples on both his cheeks.
Arlin looked at him fixedly. The dimples were somewhat similar to Delan. Merely, belonging to the young man was more clearly visible. However, in contrast to Delan, there was no look of disdain or contempt on his oriental face.
Rietma nudged Arlin's arm and dragged him to a seat. “Don't look mulu,” whispered girl who this time dress up a little gothic it. “He already has a wife.”
“Who is mengeliatin.” Arlin looked away.
Rietma just laughed. “What are you taking to cry my phone?”
A series of sentences instantly flowed profusely from Arlin's mouth. Tell me about all his suffering from the beginning.
“What's wrong, lo? He really wants to be perfect! Rent Sebastian if you want to be perfect. Let the cost be lives!” Arlin was still grumbling.
Again Rietma responded to his best friend with a small laugh. Showing off some of his shaky teeth.
“Keep slap him?”
Arlin hesitated.
“He's upset?”
Arlin's arm replied. “He asked why I cry.”
Rietma stroked the back of her two-year-old friend. “But that means, he's quite patient, you know.”
Arlin was wide in disbelief at Rietma's words. How can anyone who is concerned about a doormat whose position is tilted, a slightly brushed gallon water hood, including people who are patient?
“He doesn't bales mukul lo, right? If he's temperamental, he must have hit you on the spot. Especially parking, still empty. There is no one.”
Arlin.
“Please order.” A very adorable female voice sounded. Arlin. He saw a tall woman with wide shoulders putting a pancake plate on the table. The smile on his face gave off a more handsome impression than beautiful. Arlin.
“She's his wife.” Rietma nudged Arlin after the long-haired woman walked away.
Arlin sighed. “Enak yes, have an understanding husband. Saucy pula.” Arlin looked at the tall woman who was now putting an empty tray in front of her husband.
“How should I go? What do I need to do so that I can be happy end?” Arlin stirred up the ice cream piled on top of the pancakes. One mouthful entered his mouth unenthusiastically. It was actually soft and fresh, but Arlin was losing his appetite.
Rietma looked at her best friend full of relief. “Lo now seriously want to be a legal wife outside in?” Bad smile unnoticed without realizing it.
Arlin pinched Rietma's arm tightly. The cry for mercy sounded fast.
“Gue just thought, it's keceplung. Just go into the sea. Who knows if they have treasure. Rather than just blurring on the surface? Thirsty, hot, got nothing.”
Rietma giggled at Arlin's analogy which was considered rather miraculous. However, he promises to support his best friend always.
“Cowok tuh, easy. The important thing is money, stomach, girls, and sex. Lo just select.” Rietma spoke while chewing her pancakes voraciously.
Arlin was just about to open his mouth, when Rietma cut him off.
“Soal sex and girls obviously scribble from your list. You guys are pretending to marry. Treasure ... it's also a scribble. He is more powerful than Lo. Means stay Delan stomach that you have to master.”
Arlin was still hearing his best friend's statement. Sometimes it is as simple as asking in his mind, why Rietma chose singles rather than looking for a suitable husband. Rietma is very experienced with men. But the girl never told herself.
“Many girls can cook. But the advantage lo is the ornamental bento.” Rietma leaned her body against the chair for a moment. The chant of Kimi no Na Wa added to the melancholy feel of the morning. “Lo can make bento mainstay lo. Not only dishes that Delan can buy with his money.”
“No! No! No!” Arlin half-screamed rejecting his best friend's proposal. “Lo did not want it before?! You want me divorced before a month of merit!” Arlin returned ketus.
“Ngak will!” Rietma came back to the table. His hands were again busy cutting the golden-colored pancake.
“Know where?’
“Feeling.”
Rietma instantly got a toyoran in the head.
“But I'm serious, Lin. Try it first, deh. There is no harm in trying. Either Delan will submit to lo, or divorce all of you, and you do not dizzy with the creature again.”
“Mouth lo tuh, yee .. same as need filter.” “Eh, but I'm talking for the good of you, Cuy!?”
Arlin thought of his best friend's idea. It actually makes a lot of sense. Delan seemed to enjoy his cooking. What's wrong if he starts making pretty bento for her.
“Udah, not most baper. Who knows you will be able to happy ending as soon as possible.” Rietma turned her head towards the counter table.
“Ya. After this you have to anter me back to Pamulang.” Arlin sipped his drink while smiling meaningfully.
A little, the load is lifted. At least he should try to make things in his house more peaceful. Although not being husband and wife as in general, he will try not to continue to be hurt.
“Yes already, I've been called just to dicurhatin, I'm the treat, uh now told nganterin go home anyway.” Rietma smiled knot.
“Eh? So this lo the treat?”
“No need?” Again Rietma pretended to sell expensive. There is a pleasure in itself tempting his best friend.
“MAUUUUU!” Alin hugged Rietma tightly.
Arlin is very grateful to have a friend like Rietma. Although their nature is opposite, but Arlin feels comfortable with him. Will she feel the same comfort as Delan?
***
The clock on the wall was already showing at four o'clock just as Arlin entered his house. Red Honda Jazz parked in the garage, indicating Delan is already at home.
Rietma decided to go straight home instead of having to deal with Delan. He was worried about beating Delan when he heard the man insult his best friend again.
Arlin did not see Delan in the living room or the dining room. Must've been meditating in his sacred room. Ah, who cares. Arlin just wanted to take the cold water in the refrigerator and bring his glass to the room.
Glodak up!
The plastic cup he held fell to the floor. The shock that is felt makes the motor nerves in his hand lose handheld power. Something changed in the room that always forgot to lock it.
The computer is now on. Already well arranged, with no dust that is willing to stick. Each cable is cleaned thoroughly. Even the electrical connection is clean without dirt on the sidelines.
It must not be the work of Ati Tea, since Arlin had already banned her from coming this morning. What Delan? Delan bought me a new table and put it all together? Well, even though it's just a small dining table and seems cheap, but enough to support the monitor.
Even more astonishing, Delan even added a printer as well as a scanner there. Although it was the cheapest type Arlin could remember. Does Delan think he's a writer who needs a printer?
Unknowingly the smile instantly adorned his tired face. He should thank you. Ignoring the water on the floor, Arlin knocks on her husband's bedroom door.
“Yes, Mi! Bad, deh!”
Arlin's hand came to a halt when he heard Delan's voice from the inside.
“Arlin tuh, everyday only use negligee. Wonder why he didn't dance. Very different from Mami.”
The slashing swish again felt on Arlin's chest which was now frozen.
“Delan is not evil, Mi! Delan was just talking about reality. How, Mami even laughs, anyway?” There's a pause there. “Masa Mami to Delan..”.
Arlin did not want to hear more and chose to return to his room. The door slammed with hurt feelings.
***
