Lightly Longing

Staying at the Hotel

"Hehe, later yes, Shah. Finish that one there first."

"Don't be long, brother."

I just smiled, responding to Aisyah's words. Mr. Arbi came back closer, rubbing my shoulder now.

"Udah night. Come in, yuk."

"Bang, I'm not done yet."

Mr. Arbi pulled the corner of his lips, seeming to dislike Aisyah's words which blocked his intention to bring Ananta into the room. Mr. Arbi hooked his fingers on my fingers.

"I'm waiting here, yeah. All of you."

"Bang, I'm afraid there's a brother. Go there!" oust Aisyah who made Mr. Arbi snort annoyed at her.

"Aisha, I'm more entitled to take Ananta. You go on with the writing, spit!"

With a lip, Aisyah continued her almost finished writing. He scratched the ink on top of his book.

A few minutes later he was ready with his task, then closed the book annoyed and dumped the body without saying goodbye to Mr. Arbi. He thanked Ananta and went in.

"Yuk, to the room," said Mr. Arbi who did not let go of his grasp. His eyes were mischievous and filled with devious plans behind them.

Sure enough, as soon as I reached the room Mr. Arbi carried my body and immediately brought it to the bed. This self-support is perfect without giving me time to breathe.

"Mas, shame um, every day wet hair keeps."

"Biarin, it's still hot."

Morning, as the morning dawn dawn raced, I opened my eyes. I saw Mr. Arbi sitting cross-legged on the prayer mat. My body feels like it's being beaten, crumpled with the tiredness of the blend every night.

"Mas" called me after I saw him fold the prayer mat. "Why not wake me up?"

Mr. Arbi sat on the edge of the mattress, rubbing my cheek gently.

"You must be tired, after all, the last time I prayed you didn't even want to."

"Hem." I still cleared half my life back, Mr. Arbi peeked at my forehead.

"Wake, yuk. We're going to the city."

Still feeling lazy, Mr. Arbi's hand was already on my back to help get up.

"What's in town?"

"Many things, restaurants are also small malls."

Slowly I got up, impatient Mr. Arbi carried me and threw me into a big tub. There is no bathup in the village.

"Argh, Ma!"

Mr. Arbi laughed gigglingly. I doused him with a full paddle, his cocktail was soaked, he immediately scattered and hugged me. We play water there, flush each other.

Satisfied with the shower, we walked out of the room. The hijab I still wear while here, also the stock that Mr. Arbi bought yesterday has not run out. Still with the same function, cover the bite marks. Now it's growing, the former red color there.

Mr. Arbi came back to kiss me on the cheek at a glance when I was done fully dressed. Highlight his eyes full of happiness, especially by wearing clothes that are quite loose and closed

"Ta, I want you to keep wearing the hijab."

"Patience, yes. I'm still not ready, right now I'm just covering up your former pleasure last night. Nih," my pointer who lifted the hijab opened the neck area.

"When for her?"

I raised the corner of my lips, lazily responding to his chatter. Obviously not aware, the evidence until they were so sticky last night. Ah, I'm crazy why should I tell you.

We went out in neat clothes, sat at the dinner table for breakfast. Aisha left first. There are only three of us, Kiyai Samad is definitely in the boarding school as well as Aisyah.

"You guys are leaving?"

"So, Mom."

"Be careful, yeah. Can I drop something?"

"What, Mom?" asked Mr. Arbi who seemed to be waiting for the continuation of my mother-in-law's words.

"God willing, Mom. But what if I get hurt?"

"If you're the one who's hurt, you can still complain to Mom. That Ananta? Who are you complaining to? Hayo?"

"Hem, so very much your own son, ma'am."

Nur only smiled in response to the jealousy of his son, I lowered my head to stare at a smile. Mr. Arbi poked the tip of my nose.

"Don't smile that way, Ta. Let me kiss you in front of Mom!" the threat made me round my eyes to see him chewing.

"Udah, let's continue the breakfast. Like you're still here, so the atmosphere's rame."

After breakfast, me and Mr. Arbi went straight to the motorbike that had been heated since. We say goodbye to Nur, my mother-in-law. The driving equipment was installed in both of us, whether it was a jacket or helmet.

I put a hug on Mr. Arbi's body, his narrow seat made us have to cling. Mr. Arbi sounded very happy, occasionally he rubbed the back of my hand.

"Tonight we don't have to go home, Ta."

"Not come home?"

"Yes, we're staying at the hotel. How's it?"

"As far as you are."

An hour or so of travel we took to get to the city. At around ten, Mr. Arbi parked his bike in one of the malls that are not so big.

Afterwards, he linked his fingers between my fingers and smiled sweetly. We walked through the mall selling various clothes on the ground floor.

"You want this, Ta?" the question shows a suit that can be combined with a hijab. All he took the hijab model pashmina with matching colors.

"Can."

"But, wear a hijab, yeah."

"Mas" I cried to him.

"Handering," he said, wiping the tip of my head. "But, if you want, I'd rather."

"Mas, please. I'm not ready."

"OK," he said, who approached and sniffed the tip of my hair. We bought a few clothes. Then enjoy walking while holding hands along each floor of the mall which only consists of four levels.

"Look, yuk, Ta."

"Huh?"

"That film," he pointed it out from a poster on the escalator. The players are famous comics in Indonesia, which is obviously a comedy film that will shake the stomach. 'Smoke-Geries' is the title listed there.

"I know, we like to watch. At the same time, Ms. Afifah, I saw you, "he whispered, which made me turn to him. My eyes asked for an explanation from him.

"Ma-you mean? Don't tell me you're there too?"

Mr. Arbi pulled his thin lips, then nodded weakly. "I also know what you're doing down there" he continued, which made me even more distrustful.

"With Tama?"

"Yes," he answered flatly. His gaze was straight, there was jealousy in his sentence.

"I can't see you?"

"You've seen," he answered, but his hand held tight on my finger.

"Don't tell me you're sitting in a hat? Aren't you in the third row above us?"

"I moved, sitting right in front of you."

I took a deep and long breath. I feel very embarrassed, my behavior that was caught by Mr. Arbi.

"You know all that, and ... still want to be with me?"

Mr. Arbi is now looking me in the eye, a lot of love is emanating from there. In fact, Satria had never looked at me so since the first date until divorce.