Holy Prison

PS2 50 - Flying into Space

Today I want to write. Although it has been given a laptop by Mas Faiz but I have not used it. So, I guess I should go to Mas Faiz's study, and I'd like to see my husband's handsome face.

TOK TOK!

I knocked on the door. Then open. And sure enough now I see Mas Faiz is focusing on his laptop. I approached and sat down in front of my laptop which was a meter away from Mas Faiz. Mas Faiz did not see me coming. I walked to my desk, and sat there watching my husband.

He glanced at me briefly.

“It looks like I missed my wife so much that I hallucinated.” murmured Mas Faiz. I heard his voice.

I chuckled too. Mas Faiz who heard my voice immediately turned his head.

“Lho, An. Since when are you there?” ask Mas Faiz.

“Newly, Mas.” I said.

“Mas guessed, Mas was just hallucinating.” Mas Faiz said as he chuckled.

“Continue, Mas. I want to write.” I said while misbehaving. Why is it so shameful to say I'm going to write.

Mas Faiz closed his laptop and approached, “Is that true?” ask Mas Faiz.

“Iyaaa..” I said reassure him.

Mas Faiz pulled up his chair and sat down next to me. I started to open my laptop. Then I started to find my face there, I hurriedly closed his eyes with my right hand.

“Don't see, I'm shy.” I said.

“I've even seen it for years, An.” said Mas Faiz.

“Masss..” I said then pinched his cheek in an exasperation.

“Why?” tanyanya while chuckling.

I opened Microsoft Word, “Don't bother me.” I said.

“OK, Mas will be silent.” said Mas Faiz.

Put her chin on with her hands and started looking at me. My heart was marathon again.

My ten fingers are on top of the keyboard. Not moving. Not that I don't want to, but I haven't been able to move it because I don't know what to write about. Moreover, Mas Faiz's gaze continued to make me stern.

I glanced at Mas Faiz. Mas Faiz moved my front hair right to the back of the ear. I don't want to look at her perfectly.

“Cantik.” said.

I bit my lips, held back a smile.

“Ann.” Mas Faiz warned me. I hurriedly let go of my bite.

“How do I write, Mas?” my many.

Mas Faiz looked at me not understanding.

“How do I write when my heart is racing faster than my brain?” my many.

Mas Faiz laughed. I can only smile wrongly. Suddenly Mas Faiz grabbed my hand, then carried it to his chest. “Which is faster?” tanyakanya.

Mas Faiz's condition was not much different from mine. He also directed my hand to go back to the keyboard. Really, our story seemed more romantic than the novel I was about to write.

“I'll stay here, won't bother you anymore.” said Mas Faiz.

I wiggled my body slowly back and forth, besides I was misbehaving. I was confused as to what to write. Is it because of this effect that I left the world of authorship a long time ago? I glanced at Mas Faiz. He still watches my face. I put my hair back. Ah, my hair is so bothered. I should have pulled it.

Suddenly Mas Faiz stood up and left me alone. Seeing how Mas Faiz left me and hearing Mas Faiz's footsteps. I began to think about why my husband left me alone.

Soon, Mas Faiz came again, and sat down again beside me. He observed my laptop screen that was still empty, not filled by a single word. I smiled as I rubbed my non-itchy nape.

Mas Faiz smiled, he came closer to me. “Eh, what will Mas do to me?” many reflexes.

“Mas just wants to pigtail your hair.” said Mas Faiz, cuek.

Sure enough, Mas Faiz started to pout my hair. I felt my cheeks red. I really can't understand why my husband is so romantic like this.

Shaking one's hair is common, but when the one who does it is the one who always manages to make flowers, of course, special.

I held the tip of my hair, looked at it, and smiled. I hugged my husband. “I don't want to write tonight.” I said.

“Lho, why?” ask Mas Faiz.

“I want to hug you until morning.” I said.

Mas Faiz rattled the top of my hair in a daze.

“Already come to room.” said Mas Faiz.

I smiled and shook my head. Mas Faiz is certainly still a lot of work, I should not be spoiled and hinder his time to finish the work he did seriously earlier when I first came.

“But I still want to write.” I said.

“So, want to write or to the room?” ask Mas Faiz.

“Writing then to room.” I said then chuckled.

Mas Faiz also chuckled.

“Mas is back to work. I'll finish my writing. Although I don't know what to write.” I said.

“You close your eyes, Mas will help you.” said Mas Faiz.

“Alright.” I said then closed my eyes. I wondered what my husband would do.

ICT ICT!

Keyboard sound typed.

“Mas back to the table Mas yaa.” whispered Mas Faiz in my ear.

I also opened my eyes. Do you know what my husband wrote on my laptop?

I LOVE YOU

Yes, only three words were written on my laptop screen. I felt my chest rustle. My husband's behavior is just that. I laughed as I looked towards Mas Faiz. He chuckles at his place. Then he hinted me to write, and I nodded.

I pretended to focus on my laptop. Though I was enjoying the face of Mas Faiz who now looks very serious.

From the look of his serious face I can see how my husband who works hard in running his business. I don't know what he's working on, but it looks like it's something very important.

“Are you going to keep looking at me like that, honey?” ask Mas Faiz.

“Ah, I'm typing.” I said.

Mas Faiz smiled at me. I smiled back at him too.

Seeing Mas Faiz I thought about writing a story about life in the boarding school. This time my goal is to make my readers feel the experience of being a santri. If my readers are santri or ex-santri I will try to invite them to reminisce.

Besides I was easier to describe how the pesantren life was because I myself had felt it, I also began to have a real picture of the main character that I would like to write. I can describe my husband and I.

I started writing, as usual (once), I started the story with the climax. Because for me if the climactic part I put at the beginning of the story, it will be far to attract readers to be curious and continue reading my story.

“An, it's 10 o'clock. Come on, we're sleeping!” bring Mas Faiz. Approaching me.

“Lho, it's only 10 hours, Mas.” I said.

“It is not good to sleep at night, kasian is also our child.” said Mas Faiz rubbed my stomach.

I smiled then looked at Mas Faiz's hand.

“Come, we go to room!” said Mas Faiz. Then lift me up and carry me bridal style as usual.

Honestly every Mas Faiz carried me in front like this I always remembered how he used to do the same thing after he treated my wounds. Mas Faiz started to step foot.

“Mas..” call me.

Mas Faiz turned his head without stopping his steps. “I love, Mas.” I said.

“Mas knows.” said Mas Faiz while chuckling.

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