High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 12: BERLEHA-LEHA.

         At 10:11 am towards noon, the cool air reached my gymnastics skin, every garment I had folded, I put in a wooden basket beside me.

“Oh .. my dear.”

Suddenly Harfa's voice came from behind me, so soft a voice, breaking my focus on clothes, she was already awake from her deep sleep. Without hesitation, Harfa sat cross-legged to my right, not only that, his sturdy left hand was embracing my left shoulder, his fingers were clutching tightly to my shoulder, to the point that I had to lean to his firm chest. Even more so my husband had taken a bath, he was wearing a red polo shirt, complete with dark blue denim shorts, the bonus was fragrant roses so stinging.

“Today, I want to come wherever you go.” My husband tried to seduce me, even his tone was like a spoiled child.

It seems like he felt that if I was still angry about yesterday, I was really angry, and today I am still angry.

I put on a normal face, my eyes were still focused on the clothes I folded, while continuing my fingers to fold the absorbency of our clothes.

“I also want breakfast nih ...” My husband suddenly revealed his hungry facts. And I guess if the powerful voice earlier was just a cover to be able to subdue me, actually I will still melt too without the need for a vocabulary or tone of voice seducing, anyway I am still his wife. 

Damn, I forgot to cook. Although today is a holiday, the cooking schedule for breakfast should still occur, yes, even though only bread is the material, breakfast must still be there. As a result made me shuffle, until my husband's firm hand came off my shoulder, while my face turned on my husband's handsome romance, I put on a serious look. And we're blowing each other.

“Eh, it's groceries, has it arrived?” I'm serious considering I've ordered a lot of staples.

My husband broke out a warm smile.

“Iya, everything I've put in place,” he said casually.

After knowing the truth, I returned to my original sitting position, and four more clothes my task was done.

“Nah ... Can you cook?” I asked and asked him to cook for himself.

“Ahk .. but dear, I want you to cook,” replied my husband with a walling and his tone is still soft, giving a sign he does not want to cook, or maybe he teases me. 

“Yes already, later after this I cook,” reply me without much reason, of course I am lazy if my husband declares poetry again, how not, the poetry is strange, terrible and only a few good, but it is not so good, rest ugly.

“Good ...,” said my husband who suddenly had his tone back to normal.

“... I sleep first, when it is done, wake me ..” he continued innocently and he began to lie down with his head resting on my thighs.

I immediately put the shirt next to me.

“Eh! This is how I fold?” I protested while looking down at my husband's rigid romance, there, my husband's eyelids had been closed.

“Easy, you carried me to the room first ... done it?” my husband said jokingly.

”Wah less healthy you ...,“ reply I joke too.

My husband then got back up, sat cross-legged to me, somewhat surprising when in fact he was now even serious, his black eyes looking at my face so deeply, as if his soul was piercing my body. Obviously I looked at him as well, raising both of my eyebrows since it was a bit strange. Two jengkal is my husband's distance to be able to kiss me if he wants. 

”Laisa ...,“ he exclaimed in earnest.

I flinch, my fingers flinch. The atmosphere began to turn silent, the wind felt soft, stroking my cheek gently. Looks like there's something my husband's gonna do. Sure enough! Impulsively my husband's face drew close to mine, and the sound of 'cup' being a sign that his tanned thin lips had dyed my forehead. There were probably three seconds of her brown lips clinging to my forehead, even though it felt like she was kissing me for a second.

Broken it! I was stunned unexpectedly, my husband actually kissed me!

Harfa got up and ran into the house.

”Let me just cook!“ exclaim my husband enthusiastically.

And I, still dumb as a fool, my brain was dim, my blood warmed, only, I quickly folded my clothes, swallowed my saliva, and tried to refocus.

It was indeed just an ordinary kiss on the forehead, once again! It was a regular kiss on the forehead!

But why does my heart feel impulsive? Or my cheeks are blushing, or my fingers are vibrating, more than that, I feel happy.

It was a little difficult to tell me the details of my feelings at this time, because, for more than a year my husband had never kissed me, so that when he had kissed me, my feelings felt pocketed, warmed up like he needed it.

It's just, stupid enough when in fact I even wonder, was the kiss was just a mere formality, for the sake of seducing me? Or did he do it because he did love me?

I fixed the middle and index fingers of my right hand, I touched my forehead, figuring out if Harfa had really kissed me.

Harfa did kiss me, I could feel the warmth of her lips.

However, I hurriedly distracted myself, deflected my strange questions, unwilling to assume this seemed excessive, to the point that it did not feel, all the clothes had been neatly stored in the basket, he said, then I hurriedly settled the mat at once back into the house.

Every step that my feet took, every time my mind bounced in the dream of my husband's kiss, it was still thought.

Because it is too lazy to put clothes in the wardrobe, stack clothes in this basket I put next to the bathroom door of my room, it has not been ironed, it will not even be ironed. Clothes look good, that's why.

My nose has picked up the scent of my husband's cooking, but I still don't know what he's cooking.

And this very second, I was already sitting on the dining table chair.

• • •

I washed the dishes, the clothes were folded, and now I live eating, paying for my exhaustion with my husband's cooking.

My smart phone became my friend in waiting for my husband to finish, I stared at the phone screen in a short distance, my fingers moved regularly, typing my autobiography, yes, I continued my autobiography, working on it with complete sincerity.

Right, on the wooden table, there have been three dishes that tempt my mind as well as arouse my taste. And Harfa stood beside me like a chef who was about to introduce the best cuisine of his restaurant.

”This, Tempura Noodles ..“ said my husband introduced a bowl of fruiting tempura.

“... Well this ... Chirashi Sushi,” continued my husband introduced a bowl of shrimp with mushrooms and so on.

“... and lastly Miso Sup,” he added introducing a bowl of turbid tofu berkuah.

“Three Japanese dishes this is what we will enjoy,” he concluded

“Wah .. You know also yes about cooking,” my condolences stare fixedly at the three dishes in front of me.

“Yes, I will work in the library, so once hungry, the books there become my hunger paddlers,” Harfa replied with analogies.

Actually I doubt if he read a book, but if he reads via the internet, I just believe.

Harfa sat in the chair in front of me. But no matter what the look on his face was like, I was too focused on Harfa's cooking, the aroma of his cooking that made me feel at home looking hungry at his cooking.

“Well, here let me share it,” said Harfa took the initiative, which is in fact I was a bit confused starting from where I ate the dish.

At first, I gave him half a bowl of Tempura Noodles, my husband also ate half a bowl. After a rather solemn prayer, I tried to sip the gravy with a spoon. Trying to guess the taste of my husband's cooking through a spoonful of broth.

“How does it feel?” tanya Harfa made sure.

I must admit, my husband is a cook, every blend of flavors that pass through my tongue, feels so attached, tastes savory and fresh, forms a warm delicacy in my mouth, tastes so good!

“Hem, as always, once cooked instantly tasty.” I praise him and nod as an affirmation that there is no doubt at all.

My husband's thin, tanned lips unraveled a knotty smile, he was grateful, and certainly proud of being a man who could cook. Until he started eating his dishes.

Yes, I enjoyed the breakfast that passed and had become this lunch, the two eat as usual, no one spoke during the mid-dinner.

My heart and my mind, murmuring how lucky I am to have a husband like Harfa, until my soul is determined, will maintain my relationship with Harfa, I will not let go, not be willing to be left behind, will not let go, and I will fight with all my heart so that he will always fall in love with me.

         As usual, replacing the numbers with the time they should be, this is 13:46 pm and it is sunny, the temperature is rather warm, and all the food has been exhausted, the stomach has been filled with delicious food the style of my beloved husband, even with the initiative container of our former dishes, immediately washed by him. 

For now, watching a movie in my home cinema room is the next thing I'm going to do, I get up from my chair, clutching my phone.

“Laisa, wait!” my husband suddenly called me.

I stood looking at him, raising both eyebrows, putting on a questionable look.

“Let's sit back on the back porch, we can make a relaxing coffee.” My husband talks while washing both hands in the sink and he invites enthusiastically.

“I want to watch a movie, just night copied it.” I reject my husband's invitation, preferring to watch a movie.

Until the moment I was about to leave, when my gaze had shifted from my husband's face, my steps were blocked, halted by the voice of my husband's orders.

“Wait!”

As a result, I turned back to him, and I found Harfa walking up to me, the look on his face until his gaze was fixed on my eyes.

“Are you angry about yesterday?” my husband finally asked and was standing right in front of me.

For a moment he left me his distance, my height was only one of my husband's, but I looked up at his beautiful durja, his eagle eyes like forcing me to fall in love again, until I was so close I felt the smell of his breath mixed with his rose perfume.

Why else this? I remember her kiss on my forehead. Why should I remember that kiss? I'm his wife, so I shouldn't deserve this much.

“I was angry, just, now it is not.” I answer honestly, more my gaze is still attached to my husband's black eyes.

My husband's eyes blinked, the focus of his eyeballs remained on my eyeballs, his countenance was serious, his brown lips clenched tightly, within five seconds he analyzed my words, my husband did not like to hear my lies, he said, he can read the truth of my words. That is why, when I want to mabal, I will speak honestly. For that, I also don't know why my husband can read my mind, or maybe just the guessing luck he gets?

But clearly, she started to shake her waist, her eyeballs were rolling up the right side of her eye patch - there was a signal I didn't know - Harfa was like contemplating something, my husband hasn't even spoken a bit.

Ten seconds I had felt this silence, perhaps more than ten seconds, to the point that I was so absorbed in my husband's innocuous charm, looking at him unbored, my mind whispered about Harfa being so sexy and dashing. Yeah, I already knew that!

But, for this time, my love reverberated even more, how I wanted to hug her big body, clenching her tightly to feel the sensation of warmth of her body, somehow that strange feeling appeared into something of desire.

But all that feeling was muted, by another feeling whose power was alluded to with self-esteem, namely prestige, prestige that made me dampen my desires.

Harfa and I are indeed a couple, if it is just a hug, what is difficult to do, after all we are already in love, even so, I'm still a young man who sometimes feels like he wants to be recognised and wants to enjoy his young life. Awareness of my 'girlishness' and prestige had made me strong enough not to embrace her. My thoughts and feelings have been exaggerated, everything I have to endure, because, it is just evidence, about the glimmer of love stored in me, and there is no need to be dizzy like this.

There were still no words sticking out of Harfa's mouth, making my legs to move because I was getting tired, my eyes were getting distracted, I was about to turn away. But in fact, when my whole body was about to leave my husband. I was stopped by the voice of my husband who finally spoke.

“Laisa, I'm with.” only three words said, even for that request my husband must call my name.

There was no comment on my fury, and it didn't matter. I let him come with me, and there, on my husband's face, I raised a professional smile, as a sign of gratitude for having accepted to come, of course he should be grateful for that, because of my initial intention to watch a movie alone.

This Sunday, as usual Sunday, my husband and I spent time alone, watching movies, karaoke, teaching and the night sitting together staring at the television screen, just watching our favorite TV shows. And not so coffee on the terrace because laziness is sweeping us.

It is like this that we are always the two of us, for the feeling of being saturated, never once sticking out, because after all, sitting with a loved one, for me it is difficult to experience saturation.