Holy Prison

PS2. 13 – New Home

Long story short, we arrived at a new home. Mama and Papa didn't really hinder my desire to move into Mas Faiz's house. Brother Ulfapun. Although it looks sad I cannot interpret the sadness for me or for Mas Faiz. It really sucks to remember my heart aches to think of Ulfa's sister who turns out to like Mas Faiz.

“I-this is our home, Mas?” my many.

At first I thought that the house I would occupy was just a small and simple minimalist style house. But in fact not. My husband seems to really prepare everything carefully.

Our house is a house that is as big as the house of mama, a multi-storey house. But a little bigger. The house is predominantly cream color. So shady. Cream is my favorite color.

“Do you not like, An? If you don't like it, I'll.”

“No, Mas. I really like.” I said.

Mas Faiz smiled, “Come, Login.” said.

Mas Faiz opened the gate. From inside the gate I could immediately see a white Honda Civic Type R car parked in the garage. I do not know exactly the price of the car but if I pay attention, the car is a type of luxury car. And next to the car, there is a honda pcx motor.

“Come, An.” says Mas Faiz.

I also follow Mas Faiz. I came here using an online taxi so Mama, Papa, and Kak Ulfa no one came. Honestly, I refused when Papa was about to take me away. Because Papa looks so tired.

We entered one of the rooms on the second floor, this room is large, neat, and clean. Then I opened the suitcase without removing the contents, then walked to the closet.

And how shocked I was to see that closet was full of women's clothes. I turned too. Looking for an explanation from Mas Faiz. Mas Faiz looks wrong. He scratched his nape which I guarantee is not itchy.

“This?” my many. Ask him for an explanation.

“To be honest I have long dreamed of taking you to this house, so I prepared those clothes for you.” said Mas Faiz.

I was about to bite my lips, but I remembered my mother's advice. I can't be like that. My lips are sick anyway.

“Masss..” I said.

Mas Faiz approached me. No, I mean approaching the closet behind me.

“I don't know if all the sizes fit, because I can only guess.” he said.

Mas Faiz took a dresser from the closet and gave it to me, he told me to guess whether or not it fit from outside my shirt. It turned out to be a good fit.

“Masss..” I said again.

“Iya?” tanyakanya.

“Why are you so good to me?” my many.

“Because I love you.” said Mas Faiz.

“Masss..” I said. I can't hide my smile.

“Iya?” tanyakanya.

“Why can you be this romantic?” my many.

“Because I want to always see you happy.” The answer.

I chuckle.

Mas Faiz and I put our clothes in the closet. When we finished, we lay down on the bed.

“So that dress you bought before we got married, Mas?” my many.

Mas Faiz nodded.

“Before you proposed to me?” my many.

Mas Faiz nodded again.

I chuckle, “Mas is very confident that I will accept the proposal.” I said.

Faiz laughed too. “I have been waiting for you for many years, it feels like you will not have the heart to reject me.”

“Who said?” I said.

“My heart.” Said.

“Are you not afraid that I will reject you?” my many.

Mas Faiz grabbed my hand.

“Seeing at the farewell event you keep wearing this bracelet, making me sure, if you will receive my application.” said Mas Faiz. He rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb.

“Aduh!” myrag.

Suddenly my stomach hurt.

“Why are you, An?” asked Mas Faiz, his face filled with worry.

“My stomach hurts so much, Mas.” I said.

“Come, we go to doctor.” said Mas Faiz.

I felt something flowing. “Set, Mas. I have to go to the bathroom.” I said.

I rushed to the bathroom too. Thankfully, this room has a bathroom. So I don't have to run all the way.

I came by the moon. My period is coming. I'm really confused right now. Turns out my pain comes from here, not from my troubled stomach. I have a lot of stomach pain every month. Very careless I don't think this, and I don't have stock ‘roti japan’ a.k.a sanitary napkin.

“An, are you okay?” ask Mas Faiz.

I rushed out of the bathroom. “E, Mas, is the mini market here far?” my many.

“You need something? Let me just buy it.” said Mas Faiz.

“T-but.” I racked my brain, looking for a way to tell Mas Faiz in a polite way.

“Say.” says Mas Faiz.

My stomach is back in pain. Realizing that I was not strong enough to stand up, Mas Faiz asked me to sit on the bench in front of the ornamental table.

“A-I'm coming month, Mas.” I said.

“Sorry?” asked Mas Faiz who did not understand the direction of my words.

I breathe air, I breathe. “A-I need a sanitary pad.” I said, finally.

Mas Faiz froze for a while, then realized what I was saying, I stole a glance at him. “Let me buy, e, is there any special brand or.” Faiz was confused.

I took a cell phone and surfed looking for the brand of pads I used to wear. I gave my phone to Mas Faiz. Mas Faiz took it. Then nod.

“You wait a minute ya.” said Mas Faiz.

I couldn't take my eyes off Mas Faiz's back either. I feel bad for my husband. I mean, buying ‘roti japan’ is something that is very intimate, personal in nature, and taboo for men.

Thinking about Mas Faiz being looked at strangely or that the people in the mini market made me feel guilty. I really always messed with it. Why don't I stock up on supplies like that? I'm really sorry.

Shortly after, Mas Faiz returned to this room. She brought plastic containing order ‘worth’ku. I quickly picked it up and went into the bathroom.

When I finished I went out. However, in this room, I did not find Mas Faiz. I went down, looking for her whereabouts.

“Mas?” call me.

“I'm in the kitchen, An.” exclaim Mas Faiz.

I approached him too. I saw my husband was making two servings of rhino noodles (an instant noodle based on KBBI).

“Let me help, Mas.” I said.

“You just sit down yeah, your stomach still hurts right?” said Mas Faiz.

I also relented, because the longer I stood, the more the pain under my stomach grew. I took my phone and took a picture of my husband from behind. He really is my handsome and considerate husband. I'm heading to the dining table.

“This is it.” said Mas Faiz.

Mas Faiz's face was beaming. Like I've made a great work. I chuckle at his behavior.

“Thank you, Mas.” I said.

“I can only make this for you, An.” said Mas Faiz.

“It's okay, Mas. I tried yes.” I said.

Mas Faiz nodded, and looked at me. I also tried his dada noodles. So yummy.

“Enak once, Mas.” said.

Mas Faiz just smiled.