Lightly Longing

Wulan, Arbi High School Friend

"There's no reason I don't love you, Ta. If your girl I can't, then when you get your clothes, I have to get them" he said with confidence. I was amused by his words just now.

It turned out that she was determined to marry me. Mr. Arbi is getting his hand on the handle. We stopped in front of the cinema.

"Are we really going to watch?" many ensure.

"Yes. Why why?"

"I guess it's a little foreign, yeah watch it with you."

Mr. Arbi actually smiled at the mocking omen seen from the look on his face. I'm confused how.

"Hi, Arbi right, huh?" I glanced at the figure of the woman who approached Mr. Arbi. The girl of this stature immediately swept the broad back of Mr. Arbi.

I feel burning for the treatment. How dare he touch my husband. Yeah, God. I have to what. Mr. Arbi looked clumsy and awkward.

"Emh, Ta, this is my High School student, Wulan." Wulan's gaze looked at me cynically, then a second later mimic his face changed which was made as sweet as possible when Mr. Arbi looked at him.

I reached out, we shook hands and mentioned each other's names. I immediately hugged Mr. Arbi's arm, Mr. Arbi gave a smile.

"We're watching that movie, aren't we, Mas?"

"Yes, I bought the ticket first. You want to watch too, Lan?"

"Yes, the same movie you're watching."

"You alone?"

"Yes" replied Wulan who seemed to be tucking her hair into the earlobe.

"Mas, I just want to be with you. Can, right?" my words that make my voice as soft as silk and my face show the sweetest side.

"Yes, Honey. Just a minute, yeah."

Mr. Arbi stepped towards the ticket seller, leaving us both. Wulan stared cynically and I replied that gaze was just as deadly. Wulan threw out a rough face, while hugging herself.

"When did Arbi marry you?"

"I don't have to answer your question."

"God! How arrogant you are, wearing a hijab is not at all attractive to the eye. You lost far away with me," his ridicule that stared at himself from top to bottom. Proudly he praises himself, his chest flat like that. Still losing away to me.

"You do look attractive, but I'm more satisfying to the eyes and the bed, Arbi!" I whispered as I passed by. His body, indeed, is taller than mine, but his body shape is nothing compared to mine.

My waist is shaped like a violin, the chest slightly protrudes, really the ideal body shape of the women. My lips are a little thick, eyes sharp and deadly. Whereas, Wulan, just wins high and flat front back.

Wulan nudged my shoulders strongly, not accepting my honest words and clearly insinuating them.

"Honey," called Mr. Arbi who made me turn to him immediately. He smiled broadly with two popcorn in his grasp.

Wulan looked to tidy up her hair as well as her sleeveless clothes. Light brown waist-straight hair allowed to unravel. He tried to spread the charm to get the attention of Mr. Arbi.

"This is your ticket, Lan. Your seat is two lines above us." Mr. Arbi handed me the ticket, then slipped his finger between my fingers. Wulan's gaze looked towards our linked hands.

"There's still time before the movie. Still want to go for a walk?" haggar Pak Arbi looked at me lovingly.

"No need, Mas. I want to be with you again with a long story." Wulan turned a puffed-up eyeball, I caught a glimpse of it.

"Mas, so we're staying at the hotel?" I deliberately fished Mr. Arbi. Wanna see how Wulan reacts. From his movements, he seemed to harbor feelings for Mr. Arbi.

Wulan looks more and more bent his face, clearly drawn he was jealous. Mr. Arbi immediately took his phone to open an application that offers hotel recommendations around the hotel along with prices and facilities.

After quite struggling with his phone, Mr. Arbi widened his smile.

"Bi, you're getting married isn't it legal, anyway? " cut it which he may have been sultry with our affection.

"I'm not having a party. Only close family came. We got married in the pesantren."

"Your house?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Aren't you living in the field, huh?"

"Right, but when I got to the boarding school, my dad forced us to get married."

"What's? Then you're not getting married on a consensual basis?"

I was flat with Wulan's pleasantries, Mr. Arbi getting her link to me. His thumb rubbed my thumb. Sometimes he looks at me with his smile.

"Teather door three, opened." The sound was so echoing, I saw the ticket I was holding. That's the movie we're going to see.

"Mas, the cinema door is open."

"Oh, yeah. We're in, yuk. Come on, Lan." Wulan seemed to nod, but her face was grim. It is clearly not like there. I pulled my lips to review her satisfied smile, looking at her expression.

We sat down without letting go of each other, telling stories with laughter. Actually, there's a lump of cockroach in my heart. However, for now, I'd better cut it off. I don't want Wulan to take a chance in his favor.

The cinema lights were turned off, my face was clearly invisible if not noticed intensely. I occasionally glanced at Wulan's seat staring intently at the two of us. I hugged Mr. Arbi's arm and leaned my head there.

"Actually I'm sprained with you, Mas. But for now, I'm missing that" I said with clashing teeth. Mr. Arbi slightly distanced his head, he tried to guess my expression.

"Stay expression as before. Just be careful if you're stiff and caught!" my threats that Mr. Arbi seems to understand what I mean.

"You jealous?" the whisper whose lips are very close to my forehead.

"It's normal!"

"Honestly, you're jealous, right?" there was a little laugh there. I hit his shoulder slowly. Mr. Arbi was still laughing, as soon as he encountered a tickling scene, he laughed loosely. Very happy expression, it was a mixture of mocking me.

"That's a big laugh!" my glaring protest looked at him. Mr. Arbi kissed the tip of my head at a glance.

"I love you more, Ta."

"How many women have you told me that?"

"It's just you and the only one" he whispered, I pulled my lips curling a smile. Which woman does not flower, let alone I am a widow. Now that status has changed. So, Mrs Arbi.

"Back from here, we go straight to the hotel, yeah. Fighter," he whispered again.

"Ck! So, that last word was just to be able to fight? How cheap your flutter is!"

Mr. Arbi was laughing more and more, everyone turned to him. The scenes in the movie are nothing funny.

"Laughter keep going! After that, we're told to get out of here."

"Hehe. Sorry, Ta. Anyway, Wulan still sees us, you know."

"No need to be in mode, Mom."

"I really am."

It needs a pause for me to see Wulan's expression. Not being able to directly look at him, it was tantamount to suicide. Showing that we did tell it.