Just a Bond

The Harder to Understand

Really exhausting day. After talking to Rifka, I went straight back to the room. The point is, because the head is getting dizzy, I decided to rest. I also asked whoever it was, whether it was Mas Reza or Mas Gibran not to bother me. Luckily, I suddenly came by the moon. So you can really rest. Farhan was silent. Thank God, he's not acting.

I squirmed a little, then yawned while getting out of bed. One thing I should be grateful for is when I wake up I feel better. The head is no longer too. Alhamdulillahot.

“You're up?” I immediately turned my head to the source of the sound. It turns out that Mas Farhan still holds the Qur’an while sitting on his alphabet. Scroll wall clock, it's already 04.35. Just deserve.

“Iya,” I replied briefly, then lowered the foot to the floor. Fortunately, I was not late waking up.

“I was going to wake you up at reception, so I can rest longer.”

Very familiar.

I just glanced at him without answering. I don't know why, I'm back upset with Mas Farhan, when I just woke up.

Maybe because he didn't get a response from me, he continued teaching, and I went straight to the bathroom to clean up.

***

“I want to go out, buy and buy the contents of the store,” said Mas Farhan suddenly. I was still busy making the bed, just staring at it for a while, then focusing back on work. Confused about what to respond too. Why would he say that to me? “You want to come? Go to the doctor to check on you.”

“I'm healed,” I replied without looking back at him.

“Yes already, we take a morning walk. How?”

Hearing the words of the busy hand-strewn streets of the blankets instantly stopped. My traveling soul is thrashing. Ever since I got married, I've rarely been out of the house, right? Even to my new home this time. I want to, Mas.

However, remembering yesterday, I became less eager to agree. Reluctance to interact with Mas Farhan, back approaching. Moreover, there is no certainty whatsoever given by him and the story of Rifka that is still hanging, even though the day has changed. All I needed was reassurance from him, but he didn't want to give it. So why continue to be as good-ass as you are now?

Ignoring the desire for the road, I continued the activity of cleaning the room. After making the bed, I immediately took a broom behind the door, and Mas Farhan .. unexpectedly he suddenly grabbed my hands, put away the broom, and rested in front. Obviously, I was shocked. Even when she held my hand tightly enough, I still silently looked up at her looking face, looking at me.

“I know it's hard for you to forgive me. But please believe, I sincerely do this,” he said. Whether I'm the one who saw it wrong or how, Mas Farhan's eyes glazed over.

Lying if I'm not distracted by that unusual look. I still keep pecking. Thoughts begin to rage between having to trust Mas Farhan or not.

“Don't shut up, Najwa. Let's talk.”

I want to laugh when I hear those words. But for some reason, my body had such a hard time doing anything. I was still staring, until one sentence that was spoken from this lip might not only make him surprised, I was also shocked.

“Enak dicuekin, Mas?”

He just fell silent, either shocked by the question or indeed he felt it. I tried to remove the link of his hand. “Udahlah. Mas Farhan alone did not know with his own wishes Mas Farhan. Stop pretending like this, Mom. I told you yesterday, right?”

O Allah, what exactly does the husband of the servant feel? Why does she look so sad? he no longer tried to trick the servant, right?

“Love me a chance to talk to you alone.”

“Means?”

Mas Farhan seemed to take a breath for a moment. “Mau, yes, follow? We're talking outside. I originally wanted to discuss this at home, but it seems I have to explain as soon as possible with you.”

The more here, the attitude of Mas Farhan the more wow, not easily understood. I stared at his face which still implied the plea. All right, forget about yesterday's problems.

“Ya, okay. I'm coming.” Besides, I'm also curious about what Mas Farhan wants to explain. Nor can I constantly exalt the ego by not wanting to hear any explanation from my husband. Because said Father and Mother, the key to a lasting marriage is communication and openness between couples. Maybe it's time. Mas Farhan already wants to open up, so why do I keep on serving *****?

After that, without being asked, Mas Farhan got up, and one more thing that succeeded in making my eyeballs round. Mas Farhan took a moment to kiss both my hands and said, “Thank you.”

That's really Mas Farhan, right?

Ignoring that, Mas Farhan was out of the room, maybe want to heat the car, I immediately continued the event to clean up the room, then get ready to leave.

***

After saying goodbye to Father and Mas Reza, as well as Mas Gibran, we immediately left. The first place Mas Farhan visited was a place to review goods for the contents of his shop. It turned out that place in the Surabaya area, even a little far from Dad's house. I was surprised, really. Why not just buy us when we go home? This is the road to the house, and the plan is later in the afternoon we will go home. Is he afraid of the night, so buy it now? Em ... just maybe, yeah. But ... I shook my head slowly, not being out of thought with my husband's unpredictable attitude. What the hell is on his mind?

After that, Mas Farhan took me to a beautiful park near the highway not far from where he was reading earlier. He parked his car on the side of the road - obviously in a safe place - then took me on foot to the park. He even held my arm there, like there was no sense of awkwardness in the least. Then I don't know why, I don't refuse that treatment. I even put a ganggamn in his hand. It's a romantic trip, right?

By the time Mas Farhan started being nice to me, I should be happy with this, because this is what I want, right? But somehow, on the other hand there is a sense of worry that continues to haunt. From then on I just kept quiet, tailing wherever he went, because thinking about what Mas Farhan would say to take me away from Dad's house. I can't help it, speculation keeps spreading in my mind.

We sat down on one of the park chairs. “You like the view?” ask Mas Farhan. The view that was originally fixed on the beautiful scenery around the park, then turned to face him. A heartbeat is always not okay when dealing with my husband. His face that always looks charming in my eyes, creating this love debate continues to craze.

"Why silence?"

***

Hii. Who misses Mas Farhan? Comment, kuy. How's it? Farhan is starting to do well. Want Najwa directly peecaya is the same Mas Farhan what is not? Comment dong. He-he.

Sorry, yes. I find it hard to write this. I don't know. Pray for active re-writing. Tomorrow morning I'll go up. Thank you to those who still survive in this field. This is nearing a major conflict, lo.

Don't forget to leave a trace, yeah. See you's.

Sunday, 12 September 2021