Just A Wedding

Chapter 82

" False hair ?" oh.. I just remembered Bik Ina story that the hair model Mbak Asri irregular because it was cut randomly by Mr. Satrio. Maybe the heartache and shame of Mbak Asri is still burning, especially Mr. Satrio reminded about the hair on Mbak Asri.

A Waitrees came at our table with a food troly. Food on our table. During the talks between Pak Satrio and Mbak Asri, Waitrees was silent as if he did not hear what was the debate between Pak Satrio and Mbak Asri. Finished arranging the menu, Waitrees read back Mr. Satrio's order.

There are some menus on this table that I've just seen here. There are slices of meat in the form of flowers in bread and sausage, then there is a kind of rolade that is side by side with french fries.

" Feel father and mother, please contact us if there is less or need something," said Waitrees politely.

" No thank you very much" Satrio replied to Waitrees.

I who had just been silent, was still fixated on everything. My anger and disappointment are also still explosive - explosive on Mr. Satrio.

" I'm still full, I don't eat" I said coldly and quietly to Mr. Satrio.

" Why ? " asked Mr. Satrio to direct his body to me.

" We had lunch at home" I replied coldly to Mr. Satrio.

" Kasian if it's not eaten, there's a lot of sweat coming out to be like this. Don't waste food." he advised me gently.

" I......,"

," Does the food not fit ? What do you want to eat ? Rawon rice ? Soto rice ? Or rice pecel ? Let me send you. "examine Mr. Satrio cut out the sentence that I will say.

" I'm full" I answered again to reassure Mr. Satrio.

Mr. Satrio coded Waitrees to come. Then talk to Waitrees to wrap the food we ordered.

Mr. Satrio stopped the car in front of a rawon stall that was crowded with visitors.

" Eat here ?" ask him to me.

During the trip we did not talk to each other. Mr. Satrio seemed to understand if I was angry with him. Choosing silence and not starting a conversation is the way for Mr. Satrio to avoid a fight with me because of the recent incident with Ms. Asri.

" No.., I am not hungry" I replied, turning my face toward the road.

" But you need to eat because you're giving breast milk," he advised again gently.

Honestly, I'm actually really hungry. Whether I'm embarrassed or disinclined, I took a little lunch at mom's. My stomach can't lie, it sings so loud. Satrio smiled and opened the car door. Even when we walked into this restaurant he did not stop smiling while glancing at me.

There was already iced tea and two rawon dishes in front of us. I eat it immediately, for me food like this is very special. Or maybe I'm not used to the food with the menu served at the cafe earlier. Mr. Satrio saw me eating voraciously. I saw that his plate was still plentiful with rice and rawon sauce.

" It doesn't end ?" I asked Mr. Satrio.

," Oh this I am trying to spend," he replied as he fed himself.

" Why so many....I ordered half a serving of rice, though," he grumbled as if talking to himself or maybe complaining to me.

" Didn't it run out ? I spent it, huh...? without waiting for an answer from Mr. Satrio I exchanged my plate that was clean, there was no food left with his property that was still a lot. Mr. Satrio looked in amazement at me, not believing I was eating so much and so many portions.

" You want more ?" ask Mr. Satrio gently to me.

" No, I was already too full. Can I be honest with you ? "

" Yes, please, I prefer that we be honest with each other" replied Mr. Satrio

" I'm afraid to eat too much in front of my mom. Because I see the portion of the Father's meal, the mother also mas Satrio a little. Want to not want me to follow the portion of the mas a little. "my story that was greeted by the crisp laughter of Mr. Satrio.

" Why not say, if you are hungry you can add more rice and side dishes" replied Mr. Satrio with a smile.

" Can't you ?"

" Of course I can. Food is meant to be eaten."

" Do you want more rawonnya to be eaten at home ?"

On the way home, we were silent in each other's minds. Somehow my mind recalls the words of Mbak Asri which made my heart angry and agitated.

" Why would you tell Mbak Asri about our problem ? If I have a lack why not reprimand me ? I asked Mr. Satrio when our car was very close to home.

Mr. Satrio was silent, his gaze straight ahead. As if I didn't want to hear my question to him.

" Well......Is it true that I said that ?"

" Have the rules changed ? As far as I know, passengers are prohibited from talking to the driver" Satrio replied, switching our conversation.

" If mas does not answer means right, mas tell all to Mbak Asri ?"

Mr. Satrio stopped the car when he entered his parents' yard. This large gate was opened by Mr. Sapto the family gardener Pak Hardian. We still did not get off the car, the tense and awkward atmosphere was still felt.

" I'm sorry......"

" Why are you telling me things you can't tell ?"

" That time.....Asri asked. I can't lie" replied Mr. Satrio in a regretful tone.

" Why do you ......."

" Haven't made this a quarrel for us,"

" Maybe it was a joke to me, but it was a loud slap."

" I don't want to argue anymore."

" What is it because of that, mas love Mbak Asri very much ?"

Satrio did not reply. Sighs.

" It was then Not anymore."

" Why tell us about our problems ?"

Mr. Satrio turned towards me with a sharp look.

" Isn't it true what I told you ? I don't diminish or exceed what I've experienced with you. "

" Am I like a rock ? Do I not understand the desire ?"

" Answer to yourself in your heart why ask me ? "

" I.." I stopped at nothing to continue my words. Why am I hurt ? That's the truth. I have never welcomed Mr. Satrio's wishes during this marriage.

" Why ? Do you remember all of them ? "

I turned away from his sharp gaze without blinking, radiating the look of eyes full of ambition and excitement.

Mr. Satrio quickly moved his hand holding my nape.

" You'd rather be forced, indeed" said Pak Satrio rahu then quickly pursed his lips to me.

I'm trying to stop what Mr. Satrio is doing. My eyes are looking around. It's in the yard, not in a closed room, even if we're in the car. The roar of breath rang out, trying to catch the breath back.

" Why can I do on the road like this" exclaimed Mr. Satrio cursing to himself. Mr. Satrio regained consciousness and then moved away from me and returned to his original sitting position.

" Sorry.." said Mr. Satrio again. Then got out of the car without looking at me who was still speechless expressionlessly. Still feeling what we're going through, why is it so warm when we kiss like we just now.

Seriate.......