Lightly Longing

That's what, Mas?

Mr. Arbi just kept smiling teasing me. The sound of my stomach just disturbed the calmness of my embarrassed heart. Mr. Arbi widened his laughter even more.

"Ah, Mother! You're my hobby!"

"Hehe, we take a shower, yuk. Keep eating, yeah."

I pulled out the face I had been keeping under the blanket. Walk to the bathroom without clothes.

Mr. Arbi is in the back, poking my ass. I'm surprised I'm not a bitch, it's the first time anyone has done that. Satria was not.

Mr. Arbi laughed looking at my expression, then walked together into the bathroom. Under the shower with warm water we cleaned ourselves.

When we finished, we were wearing newly purchased clothes. Then go out to the restaurant at this hotel.

Wearing navy color dress without arms, hair I let unravel. Mr. Arbi's bite marks yesterday I covered with a black choker necklace with a heart-shaped pendant. I bought it earlier.

"When did you buy that?"

"So" I replied, who knew the direction of Mr. Arbi's eyes. There was no negative response from him, he just smiled.

"Means, I can do it again, yeah."

"Make what?"

"Sign it there."

I'm lazy to respond to Mr. Arbi's rant. It's up to him to say what. The restaurant waiter wearing a red vest came with our order.

Beef steak with two rice, the typical Indonesian people will always starve if they do not eat rice.

It's incomplete to eat in a restaurant like this without drinking wine. Mr. Arbi doesn't mind my order on that one either. I don't know, kiyai's son where he was so violates religious orders.

"Mas, are you okay drinking wine?"

"Why?"

"Yes, if pesantren is all-out forbidden."

"Wine is a health drink if it's not excessive."

I said no, whatever it is up to him. Now we enjoy a dish that has made my saliva flow since it was first served.

Suddenly my phone rang, disturbing the peace of our dinner. Mr. Arbi stared at my watch screen by slowly stuffing the meat into his mouth.

Satria, the name appears there. Mr. Arbi looked at me suspiciously. I only glanced at it at a glance, since the last time did not come at the trial. Now, what does he want.

"Why not get caught?"

"It's okay."

"Ta, don't make me suspicious of you, yeah."

"You know for yourself, I can't go back with her."

"Thank you, I want to hear what he's saying."

I took a deep breath, finally sweeping the touch screen.

"Hello, Bang."

"Ta, where are you?"

"I'm out of town, Bang. What's up?"

From his voice sounded vibrating, he was like he was frightened or agitated. But I don't know why.

"When are you coming home, Ta?"

"What's wrong, Bang?"

"Mother, Ta."

I fused the eyebrows together, looking at Mr. Arbi. I don't know what to do now. Back now is also impossible, tomorrow is the plan to return to Medan.

Mr. Arbi swept the back of my hand gently, he seemed to be trying to calm down.

"Try asking what is it," ordered Mr. Arbi without making a sound.

"He calls you on."

"Tomorrow I will return to the field. Tomorrow I'll see Mom, yeah."

"Okay, Ta. Sorry to bother you again."

"It's okay, Bang." Our conversation is over, now my eyes are on Mr. Arbi. I expected a lot from him to allow me to meet his mother Satria.

"Where, Mas? Can you?"

Not yet Mr. Arbi replied, incoming calls on his flat objects. He undoes answer.

"Mrsalawaysalam, Mama. Yeah, we can't go home tonight, ma'am. It's raining down here" said Mr. Arbi, who lied about the weather. That was our deal earlier.

After ending the phone call, Mr. Arbi looked back at me. He looks to be thinning his lips. Pulling the arch inside, I bit the lower lip.

"Can, Mas?" many ensure. He thought for a long time, making me sting.

"Come, but I'm coming with you, yeah."

"Yes, thank you, Mom" said I, who kissed her cheek immediately. No matter being the center of attention. He usually does what he wants.

Mr. Arbi immediately carried my side body leaving food that had not all gone into the stomach. He took me to my room and did the mix.

It's true, the newlyweds were unbuffled. The edges repeat the adult scene again and again.

***

In the morning, we prepared to return to the boarding school after enjoying a passionate night at the hotel. Breakfast at the rooftop, there's no pool.

If this is in Medan, surely we have been swimming to enjoy the beautiful morning sun.

"Is he ready?" tanya kissed my hair that was always wet because of her actions.

"In a moment, yes," said I, still busy buttoning my shirt.

"Are you seriously going to see Satria's mother?"

"Yes, Mas. What do you think?"

"I don't mind if I come along. Just why does his mom keep calling us, huh?"

"Maybe her mother's sick, Mom. It could be, Satria hasn't told me that we're divorced."

Mr. Arbi looked dumb, I don't know what to think. I'm done with all the preparations for going home. Make sure things are back so that nothing is left there.

After, feeling nothing less with my luggage. We went down and returned the room key. The requested deposit at the beginning, they return it. It is a guarantee if any items are damaged or brought home by guests.

We walked towards Mr. Arbi's bike, three lapers of bag I held on my left side. Next to the hand holds the strong stomach of Mr. Arbi.

About an hour away, we arrived at the boarding school. Aisyah ran over to welcome us. He only went one day, but he seemed to miss us a lot.

Aisha hugged me. "Sister Ananta, Aisha is already kangen with Brother. Aisyah was afraid that Brother would not come back here."

"Sister will often play here, the other half will also go one day," I said, as Mr. Arbi was seen asking for the item I was carrying. I handed it to her, then rubbed Aisyah's back gently.

"Lebay, you!" exclaimed Mr. Arbi who immediately made Aisyah release her embrace and stared intently at Mr. Arbi.

"Mas!" my protest, which then approached the mother. He is seen kissing the back of Nur's hand.

"Dad, now we go in first, yeah. We'll tell you again, okay?"

"Yes, Brother."

Aisyah hugged my arm, it was hard for me to let go of this teenage girl. I understand her feelings that just found a friend talking and playing.

"Son't go into the room first huh, shah."

"Yes, Brother."

Arriving at the room, sir. Arbi has put all our stuff in. He looks excited to be back in the field. One big box was there, I frowned puzzledly staring towards that brown cardboard.

"That's what, Mas?"