It Turns out it was Love
Boring
Gita looked at the sky that was changing clothes from the mirror. This morning he was a little upset, because the heavens for the umpteenth time delayed to invite him out looking for souvenirs. Once again he will be locked in the apartment alone.
"Can't you go home sooner?" Gita looked at her husband expectantly.
The sky stopped the movement of his hand that put a tie, he saw his wife who looked disappointed, "Sorry dear, today there are guests. I can't leave them that way. We will still have two days here, still to buy souvenirs," entertain Sky.
"Yesterday also said it was so, if here there is a gaungguin ojol there." The Gita grumbled softly but could still be heard by the Sky.
"That's it, by the way. Do not habitually call 'situ' to the husband. It's not good for people."
Gita snorted in annoyance then stood up and left the still busy Sky with her tie.
"Help dong." The sky overtook Gita in the kitchen, then handed her failed tie in place.
"I can't" Gita refused.
"See at yutub."
Gita followed Sky's advice, opened the yutub and then looked for ways to pair a tie on the search page.
While Gita glanced between her phone and her husband's tie, Sky looked at his wife's face. He realized while in this foreign country, the situation did not match his shadow.
Wanted to work for a while and then enjoy a honeymoon with his wife, but the reality is reversed. Responsibility in the office, forcing him to totality as a leader. The wife is the victim. Since arriving in this country, Gita has only come out of the apartment only once, even to the minimarket not far from their apartment building.
"Empi, I promise you before the afternoon is back." The sky rubbed both cheeks of Gita.
"Keep a promise if you can't keep it."
"I try," said the Sky, "Okay, I go first yes," The sky kissed Gita's forehead, both cheeks and ended up on her lips.
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By late afternoon, Gita was neat with her street clothes. Although Heaven rectifies her words from promise to be cultivated, no doubt Gita still hopes her husband appears at the door before dark.
As the sunlight was about to dissipate, Gita sat curled up on the sofa, staring at the television screen that featured a variety show.
The sound of laughter from the television did not provoke his smile at all. He is really in the stage of feeling disappointed and overwhelmed.
The ringing of the doorbell made him jump and run fast, his hope re-emerged.
"You?" Gita is upset when she sees Gaby and a friend coming.
"Haai, Gita, you want to walk again?" greet Gaby cheerful.
"Ga so," said Gita, watching Gaby's towering friend.
"Oww, Sky Brother is still working yes, love," said Gaby with a look of sympathy, "This was my friend, Bryan." Gaby codes the bule man to greet Gita.
(Next all conversations of foreign citizens, written in Indonesian. Consider them cas cis cus English)
"Hi, Gita," said Bryan with a friendly smile.
"Hi Bryan too" said Gita awkwardly.
"You come with us aja yuk, rather than bengong in the apartment alone," asked Gaby.
"Where?"
"Just like the other guys. I was here to make sure you are the same Sky Brother, that couple but Sky Brother does not exist ya already yuk."
"But Kak Langit came home I was not in the apartment how."
"Kabarin dong, if I need to anterin to the office of Kak Langit. Decket it."
"You know Sky Brother's office here?"
"You know, my father used to hold the office, how the hell are you," Gaby laughed softly.
For a moment Gita hesitated, but seeing Gaby and Bryan's sincere smile and remembering the boredom for almost a week left alone, Gita finally accepted Gaby's invitation.
"I called Sky Brother first." Gita took her cell phone and tried to contact her husband. But all his calls were not answered by the heavens.
Gita follows Gaby's advice, she sends a message to Sky's phone, 'Phiu I walk ya same Gaby, bosen wait alone in the apartment. You brought the keys to the apartment, right? if you say I want to be escorted to Phiu's office.'
"Ready?" ask Gaby. Gita nodded vigorously after the message she sent was sent even though it had not been read.
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After a long meeting the sky went into his room, then took his phone left on the table.
His forehead creased as he saw the incoming message from his wife. He sighed in annoyance when he saw there were ten more incoming calls from Gita that he could not answer during the meeting.
Sky repeatedly contacted Gita's phone, but his little wife did not answer him. Sky opened the tracking app he installed on his previous Gita phone. Once he found his spot, as fast as lightning he headed straight there.
Gaby takes Gita to her friend's luxury apartment. Gaby's friends are made up of various citizens from black to white.
"Gab, I'm not fluent in English" whispered Gita in a panic.
"What ga, they're also not really pinter-pinter. If it is difficult to open a gugel translate or sign language, bother very," said Gaby while sitting among her male friends.
"Here, Git," said Gaby, "This is the newlywed, her name is Gita." Gaby introduces Gita to her friends.
"New bride? still just 'learning' or already an expert?" ask one of the men tattooed on Gaby with hand sign language.
"It looks like he's an expert, just plain pretentious." Gaby laughed out loud. The Gita who did not understand their conversation only laughed but awkwardly.
"Drink?" The tattooed man thrust out a small sized glass with a bright yellow liquid inside.
Gita shook her head and repeatedly uttered the word rejection in English as she could.
"What is a regular drink, respect the one who has the show." Gaby assured.
Gita received the glass and took a small sip. The burning sensation was immediately felt at the base of his tongue and throat. But strangely it feels opium to be gulped a little more.
"Likes?" the tattooed man asked as he sat beside Gita, "Dave," the man's hand outstretched. Gita greeted him and gave a small smile.
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