Lightly Longing

The Jealousy of Fans

We're going home to Mr. Arbi. Tomorrow he will return to his usual activities. It's a new beginning for both of us. My current job is just to take care of his needs, terbesit want to teach math lessons at home to fill the time gap.

A simple house that will be where we pour out our feelings for each other. However, it might go back and forth. Remembering the house Satria gave me.

Arriving at Mr. Arbi's house, he struggled spoiled. Instead of preparing materials for tomorrow's teaching.

"You didn't prepare the materials for teaching tomorrow, did you?"

"Awhile more. I still want to spoil you."

"No bosses, Mom."

"You're the boss, aren't you?"

"No, it's just hard to move."

Mr. Arbi let go of his two hands that had been wrapping his hands around my waist. The sound of knocking on the door rang out, we turned towards the wooden door leaf.

"Who?" my question was full of telisik, I lyric clock on the wall already at nine o'clock at night.

"don't know. Wait a minute, yeah, Ta."

I looked far away, seeing who was coming. A woman my age comes carrying something on a plate. I don't know what it is, it looks clear from here.

"Sir Arbi, Mother told me to take this for you" he said, who then looked at Mr. Arbi without blinking. That must be one of Mr. Arbi's fans, maybe that's what Mr. Arbi said the other day, the girl next door neighbor.

"Thank you, Put. Give my regards to your mother."

"Yes, Sir. The plate, sir," said the girl who pointed at the object that Mr. Arbi had held. Maybe that means, he asked to be asked to enter by Mr. Arbi to linger with him.

"Darling," called Mr. Arbi who made me nervous, also being misbehaved. The girl gave a full glancing before I finally stepped closer to the two of them.

"Yes, Mum."

"This, you save, yes. Copied, the plate wants to be brought back with the Princess."

"Yes, Mas" said I who took the plate from Mr. Arbi's hand. Mr. Arbi seemed to tell him to come in.

The straight-haired beauty kept looking at me, I stole a glance at her.

"Who is that, sir?" asked the Princess who looked surprised at my presence.

"My wife," replied Mr. Arbi casually.

"Wife?" asked the Princess again, she still seemed unsure of what she had heard just now.

"Yes, I got married in the village. The place of my parents," continued Mr. Arbi who looks Princess is already a sour face. I understand the situation now, Princess one of Pak Arbi's fans.

Same with Beautiful and friends who are fascinated by the good looks of Mr. Arbi. I was tempted by him. Just holding back given the status of the wife I've been looking at.

The atmosphere was suddenly silent, the Princess' eyes seemed to be glazed. It looks like love is clapping one hand. I stood beside Mr. Arbi, gently sweeping his shoulder.

"Put, get to know him Ananta." The princess nodded slowly, not accepting my hand. The disappointed look was clearly there. His lips seemed to tremble like they were holding back a cry.

"I go home first, sir," he said, continuing to bow his gaze. After coming out of the house, he seemed to rub his cheeks. Perhaps, the clear grain that he had been holding back from falling slowly.

"Mas, I'm ashamed you called me that way in front of people."

"I did it on purpose, honey. I don't want that girl to expect much from me. Especially her mother who was too kind and kept on matching us."

"Why don't you want to? You deserve better than him" said I who sat on the left side of the chair. Mr. Arbi took me into his lap.

"Ck! The waves are drying!" I said then got up. Mr. Arbi just tickled my stomach until I laughed amused and bitterly.

***

In the morning, Mr. Arbi is preparing to leave. I've prepared everything, just like I did to Satria. That's how I pamper and keep my husband from moving to another heart. However, Satria used to be blind to thank me.

"Thank you, dear," said Mr. Arbi, who was still wearing a knee-length towel. He kisses my forehead softly.

"Finished with a shirt, breakfast yes, Mas."

"Okay, your breakfast? Can you?"

I folded my hands in front of my chest, moving my index fingers up and down. Mr. Arbi looked to be frowning his forehead.

"Why? Is there something wrong with my words?"

"No, but I'm for dinner you'll, yeah." Mr. Arbi chuckled. "Let the time be longer, and better to enjoy while relaxing," I whispered mischievously.

"Ah, Honey. I don't want to go to work!" the screams that I had left for the kitchen. Preparing breakfast also provided lunch for him.

Mr. Arbi came out in neat clothes and was also handsome. He was sitting on a dining table chair with two benches there.

"Ta, if Ms. Afifah insists on inviting other teachers, how about it?"

"As far as you are, my dear."

"Do you mind?"

"No, your decision, whatever it is, I'm coming, yeah."

"Thank you, Ta."

Breakfast together with casual talk became my dream for a long time. Not the rush will be finished and busy with each routine.

Mr. Arbi's gone, there's only me alone in this house. The environment that still feels foreign, makes me reluctant to meet many people. If not with Mr. Arbi, I'm lazy to go out.

I cleaned the house and took care of everything. Avoid boredom, sometimes watching television or making a busy time by cooking a snack.

Notification of incoming messages in my gawaiku. I don't know who it is, lazy to respond. Unrelenting ringtones on the phone are ringing.

I finally opened it too, a lot of insults and insults were thrown there. I understand, if it's the fans of Mr. Arbi who do not accept my status who married their idol teacher.

Beautiful also sends messages through the green application.

"Mom, even though I'm angry at you. But, I hope you can take care of Mr. Arbi. Please, don't hurt him."

I just read it, don't want to comment. I've been hated and blasphemed to the point of losing my job. So, if it's only their insults that don't accept me marrying his idol teacher, that's the usual thing for me.

Incoming call from Mr. Arbi, I swept the screen raising his call.

"Yes, Mum."

"Dear." There was a noise, I glanced at the clock at nine o'clock. Yes, it's time for the students to take a break. "Darling, they're all after me. They insist on meeting you. They don't accept me...."

The call was interrupted, I'm sure Mr. Arbi is currently the months of the students. I know how extreme they are. I'm the only one at home being bullyan material.

"Yeah, you got married again without inviting me?" The message came in, Tama's name was there. This man, why is it still ruining my peaceful life without him. He was also happy with his wife and children. Or maybe he is divorced too?