Just a Bond

This is a Form of Self Defense

"Well, right. The glue of the husband and wife relationship is, yes, little things like this. Like last night too, Wen. Your mom's sleeping in Mas Reza's room again. Code to carry."

Oh my God, my dear Farhan. I could only pretend to turn my face away and secretly smile shyly. Even though after that I was again made dongkol because Weny started to harass me again.

"Cie, who's shy. It's nothing, Mother. The man who carried Mama's own husband."

Ah, Weny could have.

"What, anyway."

Not bothered by my grunts, Weny even laughed widely. It's so nice to mess with her.

Who is not happy if cared for and cared for by their own husband? I wouldn't be a hypocrite by saying it's not fun. Moreover, looking at the track record of my relationship with him before. Things like this can be said to be very good progress. I'm so happy and happy even.

However, a hint of doubt that then filled my heart after that happiness, as if it reminded me of the real thing. Fear will be disappointed again by reality, making me unable to immediately accept the sweet treatment of Mas Farhan. The denial was like it had automatically happened when I got such treatment. It was one of my self-defense, if I fall down again, I don't get too sick.

Try it, imagine that you are cultivating your despair to the height of the seventh sky. But suddenly reality drops you to the bottom of the earth. Ah, maybe that's too high of a mark. Imagine you see a banner advertising food - say meatballs - which when viewed from the picture is very tempting and eager to eat it voraciously. However, when eaten it turns out that the taste is inversely proportional to what is hailed in the banner. What are you guys feeling? Disappointed for sure, right? Well, that's the phase I'm going through right now.

"So last night, Najwa fell asleep in Mas Reza's room, Mas?" Weny's voice that came back to me diverted me from the thought that suddenly flashed in the brain. In my silent observation, I saw Mas Farhan immediately nodding.

"Can't you, anyway, Mas?"

I patted the eel while sighing softly as the two of them were even more engrossed in chatting by making me a topic of discussion. God, yes, they are. Si Weny too, why does she look so cocky?

"Wen." Intention, wanting to stop their chatter. However, my youngest brother even seemed to deliberately ignore me. O Allah.

But wait .. I think I realized something. Mas Farhan was not only familiar with Rifka. He was also familiar with Weny. Did I misunderstand my first brother and husband?

However, still I felt something was awkward about their closeness.

Ah, why even think about Rifka again, anyway. Forget it, Najwa. Now, be grateful for what's in front of you. Your Mas Farhan is currently by your side, not by Rifka's side. Stop insecure.

Alright. I began to refocus on enjoying the interaction between Mas Farhan and Weny. Let's hear the story of why I could suddenly sleep in my own room. Who knew Mas Farhan told him that, right?

"Last night you had permission to go to Mas Reza's room. Well, Mas Reza chat Mas, Wen. He said when your mom got there, she didn't even want to go back to the room. He said he still misses Mas Reza."

Oh, so what Mas Reza called last night was Mas Farhan.

I just have my own mangosteen, still no intention of entering the chat room of the two. Not forgetting the expression on my husband's face. Looking around, there was no aura of annoyance there, whereas when I got permission to go to Mas Reza's room last night, he looked so dislike.

"You know what makes Mas so nervous about you, Wen?"

Suddenly I sharpened my gaze towards Mas Farhan. I'm following kepo. The anxiety Mas Farhan meant in a positive sense what is negative, huh? Seeing a smile that is more worthy of being called the slack that is on the back of Mas Farhan's lips, slowly, I attach myself to him who is still standing wrapped in a towel earlier. I've been getting ready to teach her a little lesson if she talks to Weny.

"What is that, Mom? I'm kepo," said Weny.

"Udah, really. Why even talk about me, anyway."

"It's okay, lo, Ma'am. This is a means to not sleep anymore."

Right, too, said Weny. People wake up, if not invited directly to action - such as talking for example - can be sleepy again.

Weny turned her head towards the single bathroom door in my house. "But, this is the guy inside really long, huh? And from then on we talked to everywhere, right, Mas, Ma'am?"

Quibble.

"Yes, yeah. Mas until the aches stood up from earlier." Mas Farhan followed. Looks like both her calves are really sore. The proof is that he tries to move his legs forward and back alternately, while occasionally massaging them slowly.

"But, Wen. It's even good."

I turned my face towards Mas Farhan who was back on his feet, with his eyebrows swooping in curiosity. Even Weny seemed as curious as I was, visible from the fine wrinkles that appeared on her forehead.

Instantly, my sister flicked her fingers and smiled broadly. "Mas Farhan was smart, too." My eyebrows are getting swooping. I don't understand the direction of their conversation. "Let's use this waiting opportunity to re-injure my dear brother, Mas."

Astaghfirullahal. I patted the teardrop back hearing Weny's naughty idea. Even more annoying, Mas Farhan even serve him. Alright. Let these two dear creatures of mine return to make me their material.

“What are you guys, anyway, talking about?” Intentionally, so that they do not continue the joke is not useful like this. I'm scared of baper again, too.

“Mbak Najwa 'not fun.”

“Mbakmu shy, Weny,” led Mas Farhan, then chuckle. “Tuh, cheeks are red.”

Reflexes, I glared my eyes at him. “Mas Farhaaan!”

"What?"

"Mas Farhan bummer, ish."

My brother and husband were even laughing. What's so funny try? The more I dropped my lips because I was so upset by them.

"So what's the answer, Mom? I'm really kepo, lo, here," after Weny.

Oh, my God, Weny!

"Mas Reza chat Mas again, right, Wen. Your mother said she wanted to go back to the room, as long as she was given permission to watch it for a while with Mas Reza. To whine, he said."

"Mas Farhaan! I'm not a kid, yeah. I don't whine."

Not stopping nosy, Mas Farhan continued to laugh, followed by Weny.

"Oh, why are you pinching, Yang? It hurts," grumbled Mas Farhan.

Really, really, my husband?

"Oh my God, my. Haven't pinched it yet, you've protested." I rubbed my face in annoyance.

"Your hands have touched my skin."

"Current, where is there? The guy got to get in his towel."

“You're a funny couple know. One wants romantic, the other is shy.”

“Heh, you are still very early in the morning already noisy,” reprimand Mas Gibran who just came out of the bathroom. Intentionally, we want to pretend to sneer at that one masku for too long in the bathroom. However, hearing the reprimand, we immediately shut up.

“Wudhu’ college. That's already azan.”

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Hi, sorry yes. I had a hard time getting into the app yesterday because the signal was not smooth. Pas has entered and prepared to write, suddenly there is something until I can not update.

Don't get tired of waiting. See you in the next part. Do not forget to leave a trace of appreciation as well, and recommend to your friends dong, let this story be more crowded. He-he.

Anyway thanks to all of you. Want old readers, or new, thank you very much for taking steps Mas Farhab and Najwa until this moment, yes. 💙

Sweet greetings from the sweet author.

Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Saturday, 7 August 2021