Late Wedding?

Feel Guilty

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I squirmed as I felt a hand wrapped around my waist. With a little unwillingness I opened both eyes, which was actually still very sleepy. Only then did he turn around, and found Kenzo with both eyes closed.

Unknowingly, I smiled. My right hand stretched out to touch her cheek and stroked her slowly. Makes Kenzo squirm because he feels disturbed.

"When's nyampe?" I whispered and moved my right hand to his shoulder.

"Just 20 minutes ago maybe." Kenzo flicked his shoulders and both eyes were still closed. Then he made a sound without even bothering to open his eyes. "Sholat is there! I'm gonna go to bed." His right hand, which had been embracing my waist, now slipped between his knees.

I nodded, "Cold huh?" I asked when I found Kenzo's body curled up, typical of cold people. "Do I need to shut down the AC?"

Kenzo shook his head, "Don't! It's sultry." Later."

"Well, put on the blanket."

Kenzo just nodded and replied with a frown. I decided to get off the bed.

Scroll the alarm clock on the dresser and successfully made both my eyes perfectly round.

20:49 WIB.

"Astaghfiullah! Is this malem?" seruku panic.

Kenzo narrowed his eyes, as it was too lazy to open his eyes, "Lebay! I said I'd come here when it's night, baby. Why is that so?" gerrutu annoyed. Then turned his body to find a comfortable position.

"Not that, Ken, I mean if this is already malem, that means I have been devouring azhar and maghrib prayers."

Kenzo immediately raised his head and turned his head towards me, after hearing my answer. Both of his eyes glared while clucking.

"Have you not been in Azhar's time yet?"

I grimaced while scratching my neck. While Kenzo snorted before slamming his head back on the pillow.

"Here, take a shower! Keep praying isa', ask for forgiveness with Allah for spitting out His duty."

I nodded at my ringing. Take a towel and pajamas, then walk out of the room to the bathroom. It took me about 20 minutes, I finally finished the bath and performed the prayer isya'. After that I went back to my room and found Kenzo still asleep in bed.

I smiled as I shook my head, looking at his body curled up without a blanket.

"Ken, I'm hungry. You want something?" askaku while sitting on the edge of the mattress.

Kenzo nodded, still reluctant to open his eyes. "Just a minute, 5 minutes. You don't cook or order delivery. I'll cook, but later. Wait again" he said later.

"But you look tired. Let me just?" my offer that he disagrees with.

Kenzo immediately shook his head. "Patience, baby. 5 minutes to go. Are you really a laper?"

"It's not. But--"

My words stopped because of Kenzo who suddenly woke up. "Udah. What do you want to eat?" he glanced at me softly.

I smiled with this attention.

Ughhhh!

How do I not love more, if I have a boyfriend like this.

"It was even smiling. Answer, which!"

"You want to cook, right?" I choose to ignore the words.

"Too asked it answered, dear. Not even back to ask," his grunts while coming down from the mattress. Walk out of the room, into the kitchen. While I just tailed behind him.

My kitchen is arguably mixed with the living room. I'm not sure I call it a kitchen. Because there is only a table to put the stove and also the rice cooker. Hanging cabinets to put my plates, glasses and kitchen utensils that are not much. Sink for washing dishes, and refrigerator for putting groceries. Sounds like a real kitchen, but somehow in my eyes still does not look like a real kitchen. Because of its usefulness that is not much other than to wash dishes and heat food. Yeah, that's all. I can say I cook very rarely. My living room divider and also the kitchen is only a counter table which is about 4 meters away. While my work desk is right next to the bedroom.

"You just sit there!" kenzo pointed at the sofa.

I who had just arrived at the counter table also frowned confusedly.

"Sit there, baby!" he said once again.

All right, if heard from his tone. Kenzo's orders cannot be disputed. So obediently, I turned around and walked towards the sofa.

"If you need help, say yes," I said as I turned on the television, looking at him for something in my closet.

"Search what?" I was planning to approach him.

"Pans. And I've met," he said, pointing out a small pot I didn't even realize I had.

I nodded in understanding, again sitting my ass on the sofa as Kenzo gave his thumbs up. A sign that he doesn't need my help at all.

Shortly after, Kenzo called me, instructing me if the cooking was done. With a puzzled look I went from the sofa to the kitchen.

"Cock-a-pocket?" many wonder.

I looked at Kenzo's face, which was now grinning, adding wrinkles to my forehead.

"So I bought a similarly fried meat soto. Staying undisturbed doang," she admitted with her grim face.

I held my breath for a moment before shaking inexhaustibly. Pantesan aja cepet.

"Geez!" my response was spontaneous.

Kenzo doesn't like it. "Astagfirefull!" the correction with an annoyed face.

"Hehe, yes, that's the point," I grinned before snatching the tempe mendoan and immediately biting it. "Astag."

"Wash your hands, baby!"

I returned grinning when I found a sharp plot from him. Submissively, I placed the mendoan tempe back on the plate, then moved towards the westafle and washed my hands there.

"My hands are clean, Ken. You are so chatty like Mom," I complained as I wiped my hands with a clean napkin.

"Whatever? Your guy holds the tv remote," he dumel while stirring his soup sauce. "Less pungent," he continued after sipping kauh sotonya.

I glared when I found his hand actively scooping the sambal. With a flurry of movement, I hit his arm.

"Udah. That's mostly. You can get a stomachache, Ken," I said as I grabbed a small bowl of sambal. To pour into my bowl. "You bought sambal too? How much sambel gini?"

"That's you too mostly!" kenzo protest not accepted. Return to grab the bowl of sambal. Ignoring my question.

"Your stomach won't stand a pedes," he grumbled as he poured sambal into his bowl again.

I really like it spicy, like Kenzo. But for stomach problems, it's true Kenzo said that my stomach can't stand spicy. Although my mouth can still eat spicy, but my stomach more often protest if I eat too spicy. Yes like the Javanese say kapok lombok, kapok that makes it addictive.

"Dream, abisin! It'll be cold. I'm having a hard time manasin loh."

"Astagfirefull!"

"Well, that's pretty, '" she said, giving her thumb. Then he put his arm around my neck and gave me a kiss on my temple.

"Your lips are greasy, Ken!" it was my Amuk that he did not ignore. Even without sin, he laughed out loud.

Ughhhh!

Sucks.

****

After our stomachs were full, we decided to relax while watching a tv show that we were not really watching. Because from then on we were busy chatting unclear.

"Tomorrow busy?"

I raised my head, "Why?" many wonder.

Kenzo doesn't usually ask about my activities. Because he always knew I was busy. Still with a frown on my forehead, I was waiting for Kenzo's answer.

"Mama let you tomorrow. But if you're busy coming up the other night, no problem."

"What's the event? Routine studies?"

Kenzo shook his head, "No. Kesha's application event. Mama asked you to help there, only if you are not busy. If you are busy, don't. Here, the work. Let me collect money for the recipe." With no sin, he even played both of his eyebrows up and down.

While I choose silence, because I do not know how to respond. A feeling of guilt suddenly approached me. Kesha, who is 5 years old from Kenzo, has a proposal. While Kenzo still has to wait for me who knows when he is ready to apply.

"Dreaming?"

I flinched from my daydream, then shook my head slowly, "Sorry," I said later.

Kenzo raised both eyebrows to make a frown on his forehead. "For what?"

"Everything."

"Everything?" repeat Kenzo half quipped.

I smiled wryly as I nodded as a sign of response.

"Aren't you in love with me?"

"Eh, how do you say that?" my protest did not accept. It's good that he played his own conclusions.

"Yes, that. You use all apologies, not in love there are no words of thanks and forgiveness, huh? You are the one who said that. Forgot it?"

I smiled when I found Kenzo's sullen face accompanied by a small snort. We agreed that we would not use an apology and thank you while we were still together. Which the Monik says what we agree on is strange and inhumane.

"Oh, so really no love?"

I was getting so excited to see his expression at this moment. Gosh, uh, astaghfirullah means. How gemes yes, so I want nyium.

"Ck. Laughing as well." Kenzo is back.

"Dear you" I whispered right in his left ear. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to accept your proposal" I continued, feeling guilty.

Kenzo immediately sneered, "I'm sorry again. Who wants to apply for you."

"Astaghfiullah! Nasty," I pretended to sulk.

It was Kenzo's turn to laugh. With an anxious movement, he pinched both of my cheeks. Ignoring my screech because of the pinch.

"Dear you too" he whispered after a quick peek at my lips. "Looks good! I have no problem even though Kesha has to step over. As long as you remain a bride for me. I don't care if you don't want to get married now or anytime soon. In the future, you will be the wife and mother of my children. As long as you still want to be with me until I get old, I don't have a problem with gini-gini. I love you."

I felt my lips wet as Kenzo's lips pressed against mine. Spontaneously, I closed my eyes as Kenzo's lips began to move slowly. Our kiss lasted not long as we both started to run out of breath.

"I'm sorry" whispered Kenzo on the sidelines.

With a swift movement he wiped my lips that slightly swelled up because of his actions.

"Sir," I growled while pinching his waist. Kenzo paused for a while before finally chuckling back.

"Hehe, khilaf, who. But thankfully not to the point?"

"Yes, how do I know your man is still here. Could it be that you're dark in these gray eyes."

"Oh, code 919. Smoothly expelled. Okay, I'm home, okay?"

Without waiting for my answer, Kenzo got off the couch. Make me stand up.

"You nganter?" he asked when Kenzo found me standing behind him.

I'm nodding.

"Ohya, so tomorrow you can come before the event or just the event?"

"Before that, I was still a bit low. It's still on vacation, the story."

"OKAY. I'll pick you up tomorrow?"

I smiled while nodding assentingly.

"Go home, yeah. Don't miss," Kenzo blinked flirtatiously before kissing my forehead and getting into her car.

I nodded, "Here you go home!" I was half joking.

"Ready. There in, it's cold outside."

"Yes. Be careful!"

Tbc,