Holy Prison

PS2. 24 - A Long Journey

My eyes can't be closed yet. Even though the night air plus AC makes me feel cold. I love the cold, but no matter how tonight, the cold that is usually friendly to me just makes me unable to sleep.

I looked at my husband's face. Very peaceful. He was exhausted until he looked like he was home. As usual, he hugged me from the side. His left hand was on my stomach.

“Mas forgive me huh?” I said. I said softly as I rubbed his cheek.

I really feel bad for Mas Faiz about Kak Ulfa's incident. On the one hand I would love to be alone with Mas Faiz, but on the other hand, Brother Ulfa my sister, sister, and both my parents asked us to allow Brother Ulfa to be together there.

As he looked at the face of Mas Faiz. Suddenly Mas Faiz opened his eyes. Then blink.

“Why not sleeping?” tanyakanya.

“Em, maybe because tomorrow we will go. Hehe. Sleep, Mas. I'm sorry for waking you.” I said not feeling good.

As Faiz looked at me, I was misbehaving. I wanted to apologize to her so I could sleep. However, I don't want to keep Mas Faiz awake any longer, he must be tired.

“There's something you want to tell me, Mas?” ask Mas Faiz.

I shook my head in doubt.

“Say,” says Mas Faiz.

“I'm sorry yes, Mas.” I said finally.

“You did nothing wrong, An.” said.

“About Sister Ulfa. Me, me..” I can't continue my words.

“What is it because of this that you cannot sleep?” ask Mas Faiz.

I nodded weakly.

“I'm really fine. Already do not apologize again yes.” said Mas Faiz.

“Thank you yes, Mas.” I said.

“By pleasure, An. You are like a child who wants to go studytour, An.” said Mas Faiz, smiling. “Sleep..” says Mas Faiz.

I nodded and began to close my eyes.

***

The time showed at 06.00 WIB, Mas Faiz and I were already at Soekarno-Hatta Airport waiting for Kak Ulfa and Revan to come. After they arrived, a call to enter the plane was heard. Kamip walked.

I deliberately slowed my steps so that I could chat with Sister Ulfa. Because Mas Faiz seemed to be seriously talking about work to Revan. I don't want to interrupt my husband's work.

“Kak Ulfa, who was leaving?” my many.

“Yes alone, you didn't see brother coming alone?” ask Ulfa.

“I guess delivered Papa.” I said.

Ulfa just muttered. I'm not asking anymore.

“Gus Faiz!” exclaim Brother Ulfa.

I'm appalled. Faiz, who heard his name called, turned his head.

“Later there we take a walk yes.” said Kak Ulfa.

“Good.” says Mas Faiz.

I stopped my steps. And then take a stand in your heart. I really don't know what I've done, I'm so jealous that Ulfa's talking to Mas Faiz. The way of speaking Brother Ulfapun was different, earlier when I asked him to chat he looked very reluctant to respond, but look how he invited Mas Faiz to chat.

“You all right, Nin?” ask Revan.

I'm speeding up a little. Mas Faiz who realized there was neither me nor Revan beside him hurriedly looked back. He saw me with Revan. His eyes changed again, he looked angry and sharp looking at me.

Mas Faiz came up to me, then took my hand. “Come, Honey!” said.

If observe. Mas Faiz like accidentally said the word ‘sayang’. He seemed to want to confirm that I was his, both to Revan and to Sister Ulfa. He took me on the road ahead, leaving Revan and Ulfa behind.

Mas Faiz hugged my shoulder. Then kiss me for a glimpse.

“Masss..” I said.

“Just let them see.” he said in my ear.

I can't help but smile at Mas Faiz's words. After Mas Faiz said those words in my ear, I heard someone stomp behind me. I don't know who it is, although I'm curious but I still don't look.

On the plane I sat next to Sister Ulfa, while Mas Faiz sat with Revan.

“You intentionally right?” said Ulfa.

“What purpose, Brother?” I don't understand the direction of the conversation.

“You know Big Brother likes Gus Faiz, keep you deliberately showing off affection in front of Big Brother, right?” ask Ulfa.

“Lho, Brother. Just sec. Faiz is my husband. Want to make out or not, is that not our right?” my many. Keceplosan. I really don't filter my words.

“You are really evil, Nindy.” said Brother Ulfa.

“Not so, Brother.” I said.

“Ah, Brother is going to sleep. Don't disturb Brother.” said Brother Ulfa.

I thought we were going to talk while laughing during the flight, so I asked Mas Faiz to buy a ticket next to Ulfa, but I was wrong. Maybe because Ulfa's still mad at me that's why she's acting like this to me.

I breathed in frustration. I really don't know what to do this time. So I chose to shut up and sleep too. On our tickets, the estimated journey is 1 hour 50 minutes. That long enough time must have thrown away my drowsiness. I also followed in the footsteps of Brother Ulfa who had been closed. Whether he's gone or not, I know he doesn't want me to bother.

Long story short we arrived at Lombok International Airport. After picking up the suitcase, we went to a hotel that Revan had booked. He has 3 rooms. One room for me and Mas Faiz, another for Ulfa and another for her.

“How, you like?” ask Mas Faiz.

“One likes, Mas.” says.

“Thank God then.” said Mas Faiz.

“How was your trip on the plane, Mas?” I asked Mas Faiz.

“Not too exciting because it is not beside you, An.” said Mas Faiz.

“Gombal..” I said.

Mas Faiz chuckled. “How about you?” ask Mas Faiz.

“Good, hehe.” I said, trying to smile.

“But why does your face display the opposite?” ask Mas Faiz.

I rubbed my non-itchy nape.

“I took a shower first yes, Mas.” said I avoided further talk.

However, Ulfa is my sister. I can't possibly vilify Brother Ulfa to Mas Faiz. After all, I'm sure Kak Ulfa's anger and annoying attitude will only last a little while not for long. Maybe because it has not been able to rise from his joy at Mas Faiz makes Kak Ulfa feel a little jealous.

I also took a shower. This bathroom is really very luxurious and fun. I'm really happy. After taking a shower I came out, seeing me who had come out of the bathroom made Mas Faiz rise to take a bath as well.

I also changed clothes and prepared clothes for my husband. After that I went to the dresser to polish my face as natural as possible and spray perfume so that I continued to smell. I don't want Mas Faiz to get me a sour smell. I try never to.