Lightly Longing

Take it to the Flower Garden

When Tama turned her face, I turned to look at Ms. Afifah. I got up and brought the tissue into my grasp.

"Yes, Mom. What's up?"

"It's okay, Mom. I think Mom did it. You know the same one next to Mom?"

"He uh?" I turned towards Tama who was watching with a serious face. "No."

"Oh, kirain knows."

"That's it, she's looking for her falling lighter, ma'am. Coincidentally my tissue also fell."

"Oh."

"I go to the toilet first, Mom."

"Yes." Yeah."

I walked to the toilet. Not yet there, my wrist was pulled by someone. I wanted to scream, but Tama closed my mouth with her hand.

We pulled over in the corner, away from the crowd. Tama hugged me tightly, while sweeping my back. Warm body, this reminds me of the story of the past that we once carved together.

A minute later, he released it. "Ta, let's repeat the story first, yeah."

"No way, Tama. You have a wife, and so do I."

"What you said. I know, in your heart there's still me, right? Yeah, right Ta?"

I looked down deeply, afraid that someone would know me. Our position is now facing each other, Tama's hand is also holding me. My side waist he pulled until this body approached him.

I looked up at the increasingly handsome Tama. My brain cells were already far-sighted, those thin lips were very tempting to me. Ah, goddamn. Again, I was defeated by lust.

I kissed his lips at a glance. Looking surprised, I left immediately. Embarrassed. Tama prevented me, it just got wild ****** my lips.

Afterwards I pushed her body slowly away. "You're probably just curious about my body, Tama."

"No, Ta. A long time ago, haven't I seen everything?"

I took one step back, yes it is what he said. We were once in a room without a thread covering our bodies. That's why he said only the hymen he ripped.

I was once a fool to give me things to look after. However, because our lust had taken us there. Grateful, I still maintain the name virgin. That is what now belongs to Satria.

Until he became my husband, I just lost my virginity to him. At first I refused to do that to Satria. However, as she continued to bring up my dating style with Tama, I was forced to serve her on the first night.

Unmercifully, Satria broke through that night as well. He doesn't care about me feeling excruciating pain and pain all the way to the tip of the head. After he was satisfied, he fell asleep beside me.

Blood filled the bedsheets we had together that night. Satria, take out a new bed sheet to change that second as well. I told him many times, my happiness is only on top of the guarantee.

The rest, my household became a funeral home. One day I came by the moon, the stalls around the house were closed. I asked him to buy her a pad, but he refused.

At that time, there was no motor matic in the house. Only her favorite bike is there, I'm a woman who can't drive it at all. Just leading him I'm not strong.

Wanted me to cry that very second, but I held back. Let time open his heart. I was forced to walk to find a stall that was open, coincidentally it was approaching Lebaran. So it's hard for me to find him.

Again, many times I strengthened my heart by saying, "This is my choice, I have to take responsibility for this."

I returned with a disappointed look, looking at the man who is now my husband with mixed feelings. If I don't remember my parents, I might have been divorced a long time ago.

"Ta, you still love me?"

"It's not about love or not, Tama. Our status is different."

"No need to talk about status, Ta. What time are you home tomorrow?"

"Four ten looks like it."

"We're going to the flower garden, yuk, Ta."

"Yes, the place you used to take me, but I never wanted to. Now, I want to make up for it, Ta."

Tama kissed my forehead and left. I went back to see Ms. Afifah, from what the movie saw was running out soon.

"Old kok, Mom?"

"Yes. Queue, Ma."

The film we watched was over, Ms. Afifah invited me to eat first before finally coming home.

He picked a Japanese restaurant, I'm fine. While in the money pocket is safe. Slowly the seeds of love for Tama return to bloom.

We arrived at a place where many millennial children loved. I ordered udon noodles and didn't forget sushi. Ms. Afifah chose egg roll and rice burger.

"Mom, I'm curious about Mom's husband."

"My husband?"

"Yes, never join us if there is a gathering event. I'm always alone."

"My husband is busy, Mom. Home from work is always night. I have been hard to meet."

I deliberately covered the nature of Satria that I could never if I joined when there was an event. The invitation that came at us only he was picky to come. If it's a circumcision, tell me to go alone. Especially if the show was from my family.

It will never appear there. How confused I am to answer the question that comes from the whole family who is asking for its existence. Not to mention, many julid mouths continue to judge with questions that lead to children.

In fact, some people don't believe that I'm married. Some time ago so. The family of the groom's side came, his gaze kept on me. At that time, one of my cousins got married.

I'm guarding the dish, the man across there comes to pick up the meal. He was standing right in front of me.

"Sister."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well eat?" it was his asking that made me put my eyebrows together.

"Udah."

"Aren't you married?" ask again. Yeah, God. Why did this boy ask this. In terms of face is more handsome Satria. I'm not interested in him either.

"Udah," answered the one who saw him smiling.

"No way, what brother's husband if he's married?"

I sighed deeply, not needing to explain my personal life to people I didn't know. Sometimes I think, is Satria never afraid of losing me?

Hem, I don't know. I came to my senses from the shadow of the past when the food we ordered arrived. Bu Afifah's eyes were highlighting everything in front of him. His mouth was amazed.

"Well, Mom. I thought it was just in this drakor. It turns out the original look was the same, yeah."

I chuckled for a moment to see the action of Ms. Afifah. Not forgetting he quickly took a cellphone to capture the beautiful food in front of him.

"Mom, I'll take a photo, yeah."

"Please, Mom."

Rover, cekrek.

"I want to post, ah. Let's just know we're eating here."

"Yes, my goodness, Mom. Tomorrow we can also eat here again."

"Other moments if it is, Mom."

"Whatever, Mother."