I'm Tired, Love Me

Wife

We passed by leaving the pensive Bagas alone, maybe he regretted his actions, or he was disappointed that I didn't want to go back to him, or he felt humiliated, I don't know for sure about it, but I know my heart feels more relieved because I no longer need to hide to avoid Bagas.

Walking out of the cafe, Steve still held my hand, but when it was invisible Bagas I pulled my hand,

“I'm sorry Steve” I stopped my steps,

But Steve smiled at me instead “Let's talk in the car just”

I followed him, heading to Steve's car which was still parked in front of the mini market. We got in the car and Steve started the engine of his car and began to run the iron horse down a road that had begun to be empty, only at a few points that still looks crowded.

“I'm sorry Steve..” I broke our silence “We just got to know, but I've put you in my problems, really I'm so embarrassed” continued me with a tone of regret

“Hey.it doesn't matter Rhey, I'm just helping you, consider us friends. No need to be embarrassed or shy to ask for my help” with a smile that continues to grow

“But Steve, what if your lover or even your wife finds out I'm confessing to being your lover, I'm sorry Steve” really I don't want to have problems with other people's property, as handsome or as rich as they are.

“Hahaha hahaha” he laughed back and forth at my words, making me put on the look of wondering “Sorry sorry Rhey” he continued, then set his breath

“What's so funny Steve?” Ask me for wonder

“You're Rhey, you're funny. What if I really have Rhey's wife?” His face turned serious

“I'll apologize to your wife if she finds out about this Steve, really I don't want to take someone else's property.” I replied in earnest.

“Have not thought of anything unimportant Rhey, if you wish I could accompany you to the man who slipped into your room. Finish everything so you can step up for your future” Steve offers his help again.

“I'm afraid I'm really in trouble with your wife Steve”

“I who offer my help, will not be a problem” with the rest he said

“Alright maybe I will trouble you one more time Steve” said I by exhaling my rough breath, staring into the side of the window with erratic thoughts ‘again dealing with the married man huftt’

I leaned back my head, closed my tired eyes and soon I fell asleep very fast.

***

I piqued with the coldness that pierced my face, pulled the blanket over my face and went back to sleep.

I heard a loud noise outside the window.

Tokkk Tokk Tokk Tokk someone knocked on the window

“Ya pack?” Reply to someone next to me with a hoarse voice

“Go to pampering mister?” Ask the man outside, with a typical Javanese accent

“Later yes sir, my wife is still sleeping” she replied politely

“If the sun is already high is not good mister” the man is back talking

“Ten minutes from here again yes, I woke my wife first”, she replied politely

“Good mister” replied the man and left this car

I realize if I'm still in with Steve and ‘where is this? Wait did that guy say the incline? Don't tell me this in Bromo’ I'm flipping a blanket that covers my face and body. It was still dark outside, but there were already many people passing by, and the sound of the roar of the interconnected Hardtop engine, alternately carrying passengers.

“Hey why wake up?” Steve saw me sitting down from my sleeping position

“Steve's in Bromo?” I asked back without answering Steve's question

“Iya, I am confused to take you where, your apartment number I do not know, I bring it here, say you need something fresh” he replied casually

“This blanket is Steve?” I meant to ask who this blanket belongs to.

“That's my blanket, take it easy it's clean and new in laundry” with a little laugh she looks at me “close your sweater properly Rhey, or you want everyone to see your beautiful d*d*?” He turned his face towards the front.

“Hey what did you see Steve?” I glared when I found out Steve was looking at me, I immediately confirmed my sweater.

Tokkk Tokk Tokk Tokkk

“How's mister?” The man came back again

“Alright sir, because my wife has woken up I took the offer mr”

“Each mister” replied the father sumringah “Hardtopnya that yes mister, the man pointed to a black hardtop parked not far from our place.

“My wife wants to get ready first sir. You just wait there first, soon we go there” and the father away from this car.

“Hey why do I have to play your wife again? Why didn't you tell me so I protested Steve.

“Look at our clothes, where are friends who use negligee and sleeping pants together and come here Rhey? Unless you mean a friend is a bedmate hahahaha” Steve even laughed out loud

Huftt I snorted in annoyance, because Steve always had an excuse.

“If you already know our clothes like this, why also still’iya’in father earlier?” My protest.

“Nanggung is already here”

“But it's so cold Steve, my sweater can't stand the cold” I folded my hand in front of d*d*

“Just wear this” Steve thrusting his grey colored jacket, which he took from the back seat

“What are you wearing?” I asked while I received the jacket

“Already use it, yuk” Steve opened his car door and walked towards the front of his car

I followed him out of the car and approached him in front of the car.

“Yuk Steve” invited me when approaching him.

Steve turned his head towards me, his hand that was put in his training pants was taken out, grabbed the hoodie on the jacket I was wearing, closed it on my head.

“Well this is better, so as not to get cold. Yuk” said as he pulled my wrist. I'm just speechless about receiving all of Steve's sweet treats.

The clock still shows at 04.15am, but there are already many visitors who go to the climb. I forgot when I was last here, like last time I was in college, with my friends.

“You haven't slept Steve from earlier?” I asked when the hardtop we were riding started up the hill,

“Have been sleeping for a while, ” he replied as he looked ahead, watching the unseen road,

I went back to silence, stuffing my cold palms into the front pocket of the jacket Steve had lent me.

“Still cold?” Steve noticed my movements

“Sikit” I replied

“Where are your hands?” Ask my hand to be placed on top of his

“For what?” Much

“Herein his hand” I thrust both my hands. Steve sitting in front of me received my hand and rubbed it against his palm.

As I was about to pull my hand, Steve held it.

“Biarin gini first let you not get cold” Steve closed my palm with his warm hands. Even though he only used a long-sleeved shirt to sleep, but he did not feel the cold, was it because he was a bule huh?

“Marriage new yes mister?” Ask the hardtop driver to Steve

“Yes that's how pak” Steve smiled answering the father's question

“Wah hopefully soon be bounty momongan mister, surely his son cool later if his father is handsome, his mother is sweet like this” the father prayed for us, ‘Oh No he is not my husband, he is not, she's another woman's husband sir.’ I screamed in my heart.

“Amin” Steve Amin-i said this driver, I kept silent.

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