Just a Bond

The Unexpected Sweet Treatment

“What do you want to room Mas Reza?”

Hadheh. Dealing with a mysterious person like Mas Farhan makes a giddy seven roving.

For a moment, I fell silent while scratching my nape. I was confused to explain how. Because I feel like I'm fucked up again, so I need a sedative. I do not want to continue to drag on in negative thoughts that will drown me in destruction. I don't want that to happen. And the only person I can count on the most right now, yes, Mas Reza.

“Nothing, anyway, Mas. Aja to Mas Reza.”

“But it's night, Wa. Who knows Mas Reza is asleep.”

Oh God, my mind feels even more chaotic after interacting with you, Mom. Your attitude is changing like this that makes me chaotic. Unfortunately, I can only say it in my heart.

I smiled at him. “I memorized my brother's sleeping hours, Mas.” Farhan seemed silent. “Udah, yes, Mas. I'm pampering. Continue to eat it. Sorry, I can't make you eat.” Because I'm not strong enough to hold back my tears, Mom.

I flipped, then stepped into Dad's room.

“Stop stepping, Najwa.” However, I deliberately cared for Mas Farhan's words. I quickly rushed my way to the door. “Any wife goes out without her husband's permission, even for good, such as visiting her sick father, will count as sin. Especially if dozens of steps.”

My body immediately stiffened near the door. The hand that was about to turn the door knob immediately stopped. How am I going to keep going after hearing that sentence? Istighfar's chant was spoken repeatedly with a softness from this mouth.

"You should know that." I still stayed where I stood without turning my body. “Back, Najwa.”

I had no choice but to turn around and step towards Mas Farhan's side again with a look that was deliberately not extended to him. Again I was astonished when this glance accidentally caught my husband's movement changing position to be cross-legged in bed. What was even more surprising was when he suddenly told me to sit next to him.

“Sit,” Mas Farhan's birthday, and I'm still flinching. Mas Farhan was clucking softly. “You want me to help you sit?” I gasped when Mas Farhan suddenly lowered his legs to the floor, then stood up, grabbed my body, then sat me on the side of the bed.

“Ma-Mas Farhan want what?”

He grabbed the plate he had just placed on the nightstand, then thrust it at me. “Eat.”

“Mas, I don't want to eat.” I pushed the plate again in Mas Farhan's hand towards him, and Mas Farhan returned to thrust the plate again, I also pushed it back. Mas Farhan doesn't understand what Indonesian is, huh? I said I didn't want to, still forced.

After the noiseless rejection that I did the second time, without saying much, Mas Farhan then sat down beside me, then placed a plate of food in our midst, then took a spoonful of rice complete with the side dish. “Open your mouth,” he said as he brought the spoonful of rice closer to my mouth.

O Allah, seriously Mas Farhan wants to bribe me? I have no more dreams, ‘kan? Or is Mas Farhan coming to the white devil? Uh.

“Hobi daydream you it will not make full, Najwa.”

At the time when my mouth was mangap because it was still speechless with sweet treatment from Mas Farhan, without cue, he immediately put in a spoonful of rice. Know what's going on? Chokes up. Who is not surprised to try?

"A-water, Ma-mas."

I hit quite hard chest that hurt from too long coughing. I open my head and open my mouth to take a breath. My eyelids until they drip clear liquid. Oh God, I think I want to die because this neck is like choked to the point of difficulty breathing. It was fortunate that Mas Farhan immediately gave water to drink. Hurry up, I'll take that water until half is left.

Mas Farhan put the glass back into the nightstand. "Eat him do not daydream. Being told to eat, yes, eat."

It's a bitch to my husband. His wife almost died, it was because of him, he was still angry.

"Mas is also wrong. Why don't you tell me you want to bribe?" I started to grumble.

"So, you opened your mouth. I think it's ready to be bribed."

"Know, ah. Farhan Mas nyebelin."

I've been badmood. This is a very good opportunity. Rarely, right, Mas Farhan took the initiative himself to bribe me? Moreover, the food was leftover food that he had just eaten. I turned my face away from him. Sometimes I take a deep breath because I was still bored due to choking earlier.

"No."

Again and again, Mas Farhan pulled my body back to face him. "I'm sorry for the one just now. I was not intentionally. Come on, now eat. I'm a bribe."

Can you cry, anyway? Uh, it's not so, deh. Entar is said to be the same crybaby Mas Farhan.

What should I not be grateful for? Although Mas Farhan's attitude is often not good all this time, but look .. behind it all, but, he had a good side that always managed to amaze me and again feel in love with this man. I thought he'd leave me and let me not eat.

But it turns out .. he was so patient, even though if he saw the events that had passed, my behavior just now definitely made him rise in blood. Even one sacred sentence - an apology - which I rarely heard coming from his lips, this time spoke. Ah, naw. Mas Farhan once apologized when he had to perform in front of Mother last time.

My eyes glazed over at him.

You know what, Mas? I'm so happy with your sweet treatment this time.

Even though he was silent, there was no talk that filled my eating session, he was so painstaking and patient in feeding, waiting for me to finish the food in every mouthful, she said, occasionally taking rice grains around the mouth or rubbing lips that are straw because of the peanut sauce, until half the food was finished, not venomous.

“If you go to Dad's room, and he knows you still haven't eaten as well until now, he will definitely be more thoughtful,” said Mas Farhan after I downed the water, which is also the rest of him.

He apologized because I ate and drank the rest of him, but I didn't care. In fact, there is happiness in this heart. Let it be, I don't care if you say I'm bucin. I am as loving as that Mas Farhan. After all, Mas Farhan's leftover food was halal, and still worth consuming. Of redundant, also no one eats, mending so, ‘kan?

And about Mas Farhan's words just now, there's a point, too, yes. My God, Mas Farhan can think that far as it turns out. It made me unable to hold back the smile on these lips.

“Thank you for the same attention I have, Mas.”

I'm really happy, Mas.

“Already, there. Said he was going to Dad's room.” As usual, these times, Mas Farhan always shifted the subject. Is Mas Farhan prestige, yes, to blatantly say that he has started to care?

“So to Dad's room what not, Najwa?”

“Ah, yes. So, Mas.” Immediately, I got up from the side of the bed. “Oh, yes. Can I go to Mas Reza's room too, ‘kan?”

Mas Farhan was seen tightening his jaw, the look of his face again looks flat. “So I told whose room?”

“But, Mas?”

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Hi, I came back with the story of uwu Mas Farhan and Najwa. Pleased no? Happy dong. Yes kali. Uh, kidding. He-he.

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Sweet greetings from me, sweet author of Madurese descent.

Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Wednesday, 4 August 2021