Holy Prison

PS2. 38 - I Am the Furnace Without Fire

At 20:00 WIB. Mas Faiz came carrying two portions of food. Rice with fried chicken side dishes that are usually my favorite. We both ate in our room. This time I bravely fed my husband. I really don't know why I'm this brave. Maybe because I'm getting used to it.

“Aaa.” I said. He told Mas Faiz to open his mouth.

Mas Faiz chuckled then opened his mouth, eating the food on the spoon I thrust. “You also ate yaa..” said Mas Faiz. Mas Faiz offered me a mouthful of food.

I'm shaking. “I just want to bribe you.” I said.

“Mas don't want to eat alone.” said Mas Faiz. “Come, pity our son.” said Mas Faiz sulking.

I'm stepped. Then chuckled, it turned out that Mas Faiz could sulk as well. “No.” I said.

Mas Faiz stretched out his hand and rubbed my stomach. “See, Darling. Your mother won't eat. Papa should what?” tanyakanya.

I smiled at the words of Mom and Dad.

“Mama does not want to eat fried chicken, dear, mama wants to eat rendang.” I said while rubbing my queen's stomach.

Mas Faiz looked at me with love. I hurriedly kissed her cheeks. Mas Faiz looked very surprised, yet he hurriedly chuckled.

“Alright, Honey. Take care of Mama first yes, Papa wants to buy rendang for you.” said Mas Faiz while kissing my stomach.

“Be careful, Papa.” I said.

Mas Faiz rubbed my hair. “Shortly yes.” said.

I nodded too. Then Mas Faiz left immediately. I feel a little sorry for him because Mas Faiz just ate a spoon. I rubbed my stomach. I am truly grateful to Allah SWT because he was really kind to us. Our marriage is still relatively new for a few months but we have been blessed with a baby in my stomach. It's really a gift.

Shortly after, Mas Faiz came to bring me rendang.

“Nah, now you eat yes.” said Mas Faiz while feeding me rice and rendang with his spoon.

I nodded and opened my mouth. Not to be outdone, I also feed the chicken rice to Mas Faiz, Mas Faiz did not refuse. And we keep bribing each other.

Mas Faiz gave me a drink. I drink it too. I gave him my drink. He smiled and drank it. I'm really happy tonight.

“Mas, we sleep here yes. I don't want to know.” I said.

Mas Faiz was a little surprised to hear me. I was silent and did not respond to his surprise. Mas Faiz said, “Alright, Princess. We sleep here yes tonight.” said Mas Faiz.

Smile too.

“Mas bring this first yes.” said Mas Faiz.

“Don't be long.” I said.

“Iya, Darling.” said Mas Faiz as he blinked one eye.

Suddenly my heart was beating again. My cheeks are hot. Mas Faiz chuckled. Then go bring the tableware to the kitchen.

While waiting for Mas Faiz I opened a writing platform that I used to use to write. I read the comments that came in the last part I wrote. There are tens of thousands of comments there that on average encourage me to go back to writing. I smile.

“What are you looking at?” ask Mas Faiz.

“Reading comments on my story first hehehe.” I said.

“You so continue?” ask Mas Faiz.

“I'm confused, Mas.” I said.

“Why?” ask Mas Faiz.

“I haven't written in a long time. Would if I went back to writing someone would sign my story?” my many.

“Is that why you write?” ask Mas Faiz.

I'm shaking. “Not. I write only because I want to channel my hobbies, want to entertain my readers, and want to give a little knowledge that I have implicitly.” I said.

Mas Faiz smiled. “Write.”

“Is it okay if I write every day but do not produce, Mas?” my many.

“Honey, Mas has enough work to suffice our lives. Just write, without thinking about this and that. Mas is actually sad if you stop just because you think about it.” said Mas Faiz.

I'm nodding. Hugged her. “T-.” I just wanted to say thank you but I remember that Mas Faiz forbade me from saying it. “I'm lucky to have a husband like you, Mas.” I said.

“I'm more fortunate to have you, An.” said Mas Faiz.

We both leaned on the bed.

“Mas, what as long as you are abroad you do not photograph anything?” I asked Mas Faiz.

“No.” replied Mas Faiz.

“Why?” my many.

“I want to tell you everything directly.” said Mas Faiz.

“Why until now Mas didn't tell him?” my many.

“What?” I was curious about high levels.

“Rindu.” said.

“Means?” my question is not to understand.

“After meeting you, I just wanted to tell you how I missed you. You know W. S. Rendra's Kangen Poem?” tanyakanya.

I'm nodding.

“Yes, that's how I miss you, I am a furnace without fire,” Mas Faiz said.

My cheeks instantly turned red. “Masss..” whine.

Gombalan Mas Faiz is dead. I felt really embarrassed and misbehaved to see it. Mas Faiz chuckled. “I said the real thing.” said.

“I can-can diabetes you gombalin continue, Mas.” I said.

Mas Faiz chuckled. I got closer to her and hugged her. “I love Mas.” I said.

“Mas love you more.” said Mas Faiz while kissing my forehead.

“I'm more affectionate Mas.” I said, insistent.

“Mas loves you more.” said Mas Faiz.

“Ih, I love Mas..” I said, not to lose.

“Iya, yes. You love Mas.” said Mas Faiz.

“But earlier Mas said more dear Mas.” said I was sad.

“Iya, Mas does love you more.” said Mas Faiz plain.

“Tuh right.. I want to sleep.” I said as I pulled the blanket back to Mas Faiz.

“You are angry yes, same Mas?” asked Mas Faiz from behind my back.

“No.” I said.

“Mas sorry yes?” ask Mas Faiz.

“Iya.” I said still behind her.

“Mafin Mas Yes. Yes you love more Mas.” he said.

I smiled, then hid my smile again, I pretended to close my eyes.

“An.. Come on Mas apologise.” said Mas Faiz. Who rubbed my right arm because I turned my back to the left.

I just kept quiet, suddenly I felt small puffs on my neck that made me tickle. I opened my eyes and laughed. “Masss, canuun!” I said.

Mas Faiz did not stop his activity from blowing my neck.

“Hahahaha Mas ticklish. Forgive me, pardon hahahaha.” I said kegelian.

“Who says angry with Mas.” said Mas Faiz.

I turned the body. “I'm just kidding.” I said. “I'm not mad at Mas.” I said.

“Do not get angry again yes. Mas sorry.” said Mas Faiz looking at me inside.

I'm nodding. I hugged her, baby.

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...The Poem Kangen WS Rendra...

You won't understand how lonely I am

facing freedom without love

You won't understand my wounds

because love has hidden the knife.

To imagine your face is torment.

Loneliness is fear in paralysis.

You have become poison to my blood.

When I'm in a cage and deserted

That means

I'm a furnace without fire.