Hold on or let go!

The Eps 237

I came out of the back bathroom still with a towel, I went straight to the room. It turned out that Febri mas was already there, from the smell of the bathroom it seemed like he had also taken a bath. He sits on the prayer mat. Whether you have been praying Dhuhur or not. If he's not in that position, maybe I don't know if the Qibla's going there.

With a little hesitation, I took my clothes. Febri's position is next to our wardrobe. Regardless, I took my clothes.

"Jamaah nduk!?" he said. Whether it's an order or a request, I don't know.

"Do not, I have not wudhu!", answered me flatly.

"Wait up!", he said.

I can't refuse his invitation to congregate. After putting on my clothes and applying a little deodorant, I put on my face.

"Have you?", asked Febri, looking at me.

"Udah!", I replied. We also pray Dhuhur together. After praying, I folded my face. As he was about to get up, Febri pulled my hand.

I abandoned my intention to wake up. She held out her hand to kiss me as usual. After taking a breath, I kissed the back of his hand. And after that he grabbed my head, pecked my forehead and my two eyes alternated.

''Sorry!", he said. Both hands covered my cheeks. I turned my eyes away. Then force her to remove her fingers from my cheeks.

"I want to go to the shop!", I said standing up. He also followed me to stand up.

"You what? Here his stall is far away?!", he said slowly.

"I'm used to long walks!", I said again. I also took my hijab which I had placed in a special closet hijab, not a closet. It was a small shelf on the wall.

Febri only looked at his wife who might currently still be emotional. He admitted, he felt wrong. Had he said from the beginning of the history of the establishment of this house, maybe Bia would not be this angry. Febri realized that he was too easy to accommodate the wife who was used to obedience. Though he also knows, all the events and experiences of the wife has slowly changed her who may be trying to build her confidence to be able to return to trust in others, her own husband.

I opened the door to the living room, if there is no shop here I should bring a car. But.... What if the car belongs to Febri and his wife too? Am I entitled???

I didn't take the keys to the car, chose to go to the front road. It turns out that there is a motorcycle base up ahead.

"Where is neng?", asked Ojek.

"I want to shop mang, if from here to minimarket far not bang?"

"Oh..ke indojuni huh neng? Pretty neng!", said bang ojek.

"That's yes! If so, do you want to wait for me to shop? So I'm not looking for another ojek."

"Yes, you can dong neng!"

"The price adjusts to the bang. I don't know!", I said.

"Ready is neng. If good people are rich neng mah, there will be no Abang mahalin!", said bang ojek who I estimate is more than fifty years old.

I also rode a motorcycle bang ojek. True said the brother, quite well if I walk there.

"Wait a moment bang!"

"Ready neng!"

I went to the minimarket. Shop for kitchen and toiletries. When it comes to rice, my father-in-law brought it yesterday.

I also shopped some biscuits and drinks for the treats of his guests in Febri. There's a lot of my groceries too.

"For a while, mba! Kumpulin first, I call Abang ojek for a moment!", I said to the cashier.

"Yes mba!", said the cashier.

When I wanted to call bang ojek, it turned out that my husband was already there chatting with the bang ojek that was driving me.

I did not call bang ojek, Febri smiled at me. How do you know, my purpose here????

"Neng, her husband has already picked her up. I was told to go home he said!", said bang ojek.

"Yes bang!", I said.

"Yes already if neng nyari Abang, Abang at the base yes. Bang Joni!", he said.

"Yes bang Joni, have you paid for the bell bang?"

"The same husband! Even in the overdone!"

I smiled, and the brother left us both.

"Where's the shopping? Mas bawain?", he asked. I went into the minimarket again.

"Mba, I took my groceries?", I said.

"Yes mba."

"Thank you!", I said.

"Yes mba. Eum.it, Ojeknya brother handsome heheheh!", said the cashier. I held my laughter.

"Abang ojek?", asked Mas Febri to me while helping me carry groceries.

"Yes, he said he wanted to call his Ojek brother. If Abang ojeknya rich mas handsome this mah, I want to be his regular customer mas!", said mba cashier laugh with his partner.

"Unfortunately, my regulars are just this one!" said Febri.

The cup! She shamelessly kissed my cheek. Of course it's embarrassing, isn't it! In public even this scene???

The two cashiers were flabbergasted.

"My wife is beautiful right mba?", asked Febri again while pushing me out of the minimarket.

I smiled badly at the two cashiers. Mas Febri put his groceries in the trunk. I was sitting on the passenger seat myself.

"Yes!", I replied briefly. It didn't take long, we got home. He dropped off my groceries and took them to the kitchen. At the dining table, two servings of Padang rice have been prepared.

"Wash your hands straight to eat, you're hungry!" he said. I also washed both my hands. We eat in silence. Not much chatting. I know he stole a glance as we ate. But I don't want to bully him. Actually I'm a lot calmer, not as emotional as I was.

It's just that I don't want to talk much. I went straight to my room to get my phone. Apparently, Febri called me earlier. I even forgot to bring this sophisticated thing to the minimarket.

I sat on the bed staring around my room. But again my childish side came back.

This is not my room! I have no right here!

Athaghfirullah! What the hell am I????

Instead of thinking about the things that cause emotion, I pick up my phone and take it to the terrace to cool my brain.

Febri got up when he saw me coming out of the room. But he paused when he found out I was just sitting on the porch. Maybe he was reluctant to come after me because he was smoking.

I read an online novel that I don't know how long I haven't opened the app.

Long enough I opened the app to see some titles and read each episode.

I put my phone on the desk. I leaned my head against the back of the bench and closed my eyes.

Tired up! Ever since I got here, I haven't slept at all. But when I was about to lay down on that bed, I felt unworthy to enjoy it. I still feel it's not my right.

I don't know for a long time I was closed. But when my eyes opened, Mas Febri was already sitting in front of me. He massaged my leg.

"Astaghfiullah! What are you doing anyway?", I slightly bent down to release Febri's hand from my leg.

But Febri, he could have stolen the opportunity to kiss me at a glance. With her innocent she smiled sweetly.

This is what makes me melt!

"You must be tired! Haven't rested at all since he got here?", his hands were still massaging my calves which did feel heavy. I admit, the massage was good. But I'm proud to admit it.

"You're tired, you're sleepy, why are you here? Not lying in my room?"

"That's enough, here's enough!"

Febri put his head on my lap. His hands hugged my feet tightly. I threw my gaze towards the deserted streets.

"Honey, this house was even made before I married Aisyah. We want this house to be settled after we get married. Just like your wish. Two rooms, kitchen and dining room in one. The building is not too big. That right?"

The deg!

"That time I wanted to surprise you, make you duk. But.. it turns out you chose to leave the mas, because the words of the mother who has hurt you. If you had spoken at that time, nduk! I must have fought for you!"

I gulped my saliva, my eyes began to condense.

"The building is finished, but you left without a trace. Until finally mas resigned when the mother betrothed the same mas Aisyah. At first mas forced to undergo a marriage with Aisyah, but over time we both can accept each other. Mas feel this mas zolim same Aisyah if what is right Aisyah, do not give mas. Pardon me! When Alby was in a position like that, when he married Silvy, I understood what it was like. I also talked to Alby about it. Not easy!"

I took my breath deep. There are so many things I don't know! But why should I know now!

My lips are dying to speak, but it feels so heavy. I could only bite my lower lip which was about to let out a sob. Eh??? Sobbing lips? That's the tree!

"Finally, after the mas and Aisyah received each other, I brought Aisyah here. He designed the interior of this house. Give her what her taste is like. Karen back then, she wanted to do it and would spend more time in this house. But fate says something else, doesn't it?", Febri takes a brief pause.

"Then I said it like that. I never thought if finally, the house we dreamed of could live together. Like now! Even I still feel like this is a dream!"

He lifted his head from my lap. Without even knowing it, my tears just melted. Febri wiped the trail of my tears.

"Mas don't like to see you cry!"

Febri wiped my tears again. He covered both his hands on my cheeks, peeping my eyes in turn.

"Don't be like this, baby! Mas can not you silence mas, let alone cry because of mas. Pardon me! If you were honest from the beginning, you might not have to look at your tears like this!"

"Sorry!", I said slowly. He pulled my body in his arms. I cried in his arms. This is my ugly! Always looking from my side, without wanting to find out the truth first.

"Oh yeah, don't get me wrong again! This is our house! Our home will be crowded with our children! Hence..sook! We're speeding up the production process!"

I who was crying was immediately silent. Release her embrace forcefully. Then push his shoulder.

I hit her shoulder straight away. He laughed wide.

"Well, that's dong! This is Febri's new Bia!", Febri kissed my lips at a glance.

This is an ex-duda! Unsettle!!!

"Mas ih! The shame! What if a neighbor sees???!"

"Oh, yes. I forgot to."

He took my phone and put it in his pants pocket after he stood up.

"Let's not be ashamed, let's continue inside! No one needs to see! Most of the readers's who do not know mas kebangetan!??"

He immediately carried me.

"Mas!!!", my cry from shock suddenly floated up.

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