Just a Bond

Turns ....

The weather this morning was so cold. Immediately I wiped the remaining water with a towel so as not to get colder. Azan Fajr had already seen him five minutes ago. Immediately I woke Mas Farhan to prayer. While waiting for her to be holy, I came out of the room to wake Mother. It turns out that Mother is ready with her face. Waiting for Mas Farhan to pray. Our worship rituals are solemn. One thing that made me so moved this morning was that when I extended my hand to kiss Mas Farhan's hand, he allowed. Although not explicitly, but with him receiving my hand, it means that he allows, right?

I hope I can do this forever, Mom.

After the prayer, Mas Farhan who usually came out somewhere, just returned when he was about to leave for work, this time not. She was just lying on the bed, staring at the phone screen, while I was sitting in the kitchen preparing breakfast for my husband and in-laws.

After the breakfast was done, I went back to my room.

"Mas, Mother breakfast. Don't wanna join?"

Mas Farhan turned his gaze towards me. However, for some time he has not responded.

"Come, Mas. Wakes up. You want your mother to suspect us again?"

The thick-browed man got out of bed, put down his cell phone, then followed me to the dining room.

When we arrived at the dining room, Mother had finished breakfast. The woman had cleaned her dirty dishes.

"Lo, just now Mommy wants to call you to the room."

I smiled at Mother. "Sorry, yes, Mother. Najwa so no nemenin Mother breakfast earlier."

"Nothing, really. Already, you guys have breakfast there. Mommy wants to go ahead, don't want to disturb your romantic breakfast."

I can only sigh slowly hearing the sentence Mother followed by a giggle afterwards. Romantic from Hong Kong?

As soon as Mother came out of the dining room, I pulled a chair for Mas Farhan, then prepared her breakfast. Grateful Mother told me what Mas Farhan did not eat. So, I can directly cook the food if he wants.

We also eat in silence. No sound filled the silence of this small, custom-made dining room. Seeing Mas Farhan eat my cooking, I don't know why it feels so happy. My hunger seemed to just disappear by looking at Mas Farhan who did not look so greedy, but enjoyed his breakfast. I even forgot about breakfast on my plate, instead turning to look at Mas Farhan.

"Why not eat?"

I gasped, so all I could do was shake my head with a faint smile. As usual, this man who is my husband's status does not extend the discussion.

"I'm happy, lo, Mas. It's the first morning we've had breakfast together after a month of marriage."

Although knowing won't get a good response, it might not even be responded to, I don't care. My goal is to tell stories just so he knows how much it means to do things related to him.

"Thank you for today, yes, Mom. I wish we could-"

"It's breakfast time, don't babble."

My mouth was like being silenced by duct tape for a moment. The words that came out of Mas Farhan's lips were very powerful to make me unable to pucker anymore. This time **** my meal vanished because my husband's annoying attitude returned. I had no interest in breakfast, and Mas Farhan continued to eat. Really rock. Real loud. Wanting to leave the dining room, later Mother even suspected why her son was left alone. As a result, I put my food to the left side, then stayed beside Mas Farhan while resting my chin on the table. Observing a husband's face isn't illegal, is it? I continued to focus on looking at Mas Farhan, until he suddenly coughed. Immediately I put the glass I filled with water for him.

"Why, Mas? Sprain, huh?" Honestly, I panicked.

"You're wearing chili peppers on his kale saute?" He asked after his cough subsided.

"I-iya, Mom. Little doang, really. Wh why? Mas Farhan can't eat chili, can he? Duh, sorry, Mas," my crush. Duh, how chatty of me, huh? I grimaced softly as Mas Farhan stared intently at me.

"Don't use chili for my food."

"Yes. Sorry, Mas. I don't know, do I? Mother also did not say about it earlier. Promise me, this abis will not cook with chili again." I raised my two index and middle fingers up.

Just try it from yesterday you said, Mas. This is not going to be how it happened. The fate of having a husband does not want to be invited to interact like this.

"Duh, I'm making her sauteed kale again, huh, Mas?" I feel guilty when I see Mas Farhan's food is still half left. Because the food was mixed with chili, the breakfast was stopped.

I went to the kitchen again. However, Mas Farhan stopped.

"Here, no need. I'll just eat this."

"But Mas Farhan can't eat chili, can he?"

"Who said?"

I blinked at Mas Farhan's reply. My mouth opened slightly when I saw Mas Farhan coming back to eat the food.

I immediately approached her. "Mas, how are you eating? Rather than harming your health, already. Don't eat anymore, Mommy. Let me make you the one that just did." I pulled Mas Farhan's plate so that the breakfast would not continue. However, his hand moved about to pull the plate again.

"I didn't think you turned out to be so cute, did you?"

I stared at the face of Mas Farhan who looked very upset. His hand was still holding the plate I had just pulled.

"Partially if this food is not eaten, want to be flanked?"

"Can be given to chicken, Mas."

Because when I'm at home, I like it when there's leftovers. Dad said it's okay, rather than being thrown away.

"I don't have chicken."

"But, Mas?"

"I'm not saying I have a chili-challenged disease, Najwa. I just don't like it, and it's a sprain because I don't know if there's a cab mix."

Suddenly, my lips are round.

"Here, man. Instead of burping, no one eats. Find money is hard, do not waste food. If it can still be eaten, why should it be thrown away?"

Should I be happy this morning? This is the first time I have interacted with Mas Farhan. I didn't expect, lo, he could talk long times wide with me. Although the language is still as usual, the cold plus formal is the same in the heart. Even more unexpected, when he was willing to spend my cooking that was clearly not in accordance with his taste.

My God, is this an early sign that Mas Farhan's attitude will improve after this?

I became like I got an injection of fighting spirit if this is the story. Stone that every day I detect water slowly has a gap to melt. Apparently, the good side in my husband did not immediately leave his identity. I can't deny I was so happy this morning. My eyes got wet from being moved.

“Again what the hell? Mother of coco.”

Immediately I wiped the tears that pooled in the eyes. We turned towards the woman. Thankful that Mother entered the dining room after the debate with Mas Farhan was over. If not, I don't know what our lives will be like.

"There is no coke, Bun," replied Mas Farhan.

"Are you the breakfast that wasn't out?" Mother looked at us in turn. "What are you doing? O God, the behavior of couples today. Strange, eat really long."

I sighed softly. Strange what try? Mother does not know if we are out of world war. Uh.

"Eating college. You're on your way here. Get Mommy."

We compactly nodded to Mother's greeting, then immediately finished our meal.

A quarter of an hour later Mr. Faridzi, his father Mas Farhan who is usually called the 'father' arrived at our house.

"Healthy, Wa?" greet my Father to me. I became clumsy because the first one was called by the Father when he just got off the car instead of his biological son. Understand, is it the same way I feel?

I went to greet Father. "Alhamdulillah, Najwa is healthy, sir. Mas Farhan too." Who knows, you do not realize the existence of the only son of his puppet who stands beside me like a statue.

Then he patted Mas Farhan on the shoulder. "Where? Any word from your grandson?" ask the middle-aged man to my husband.

Not out of thought, anyway. Why are questions about children always being asked? No. Father, Mother and Father on the phone, which the grandson asked.

"Not yet, sir." Mas Farhan replied briefly.

"Where, anyway, Han? 'Did you teach him how to fast?" What try the Father? Basic guy.

"Let's go inside first, sir," take me.

"No, Najwa. Just call your bundle. Dad again in a hurry. There's an appointment with a business associate."

Not wanting to force, I also called Mother and told her that the Father was in front. We took Father and Mother to the gate of the house. As soon as the car carrying my two in-laws disappeared at the front turn of the road, Mas Farhan immediately sat on the wooden front seat of the house while leaning back. His breathing sounded loud, especially if he was very relieved because his imprisonment was over.

"Mas, today I want permission to go to Bangkalan, yes. Reza promised to pick me up this morning."

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Wednesday, 16 June 2021