Lightly Longing

Just go with me, Ta!

The sound of knocking on the door rang out, I stared in that direction with fear. I don't know who's coming, could it be Tama. Or ... The princess returned.

"Excuse me, Mr. Arbi," called a heavy voice from behind the door. Who is coming? Mr. Arbi is also not home.

I opened the door, then looked outside. Two men in brown uniforms complete with his attributes, he seemed to be the security guard in this complex.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Good day, Mom. Mr Arbi is there?"

"Mas Arbi is teaching. What's up, huh?"

"Oh, are you ready Mr Arbi?"

"I'm his wife."

"May I see the completeness of your letters. Just to prevent the panic of the people. Because I have reports that Mr. Arbi keeps women in his house."

"Wait a minute." I walked to the room, the bag that Mr. Arbi was carrying was placed in the corner of the floor near the bed.

It was looking for the existence of a marriage book that was just ready to be printed. I don't know, this is how you got married to an idol teacher. There's a lot to confirm.

The two men who were loyal were standing on the terrace. I handed them the red and green book.

"If for KTP, we still haven't had time to take care of it, sir. It just finished printing yesterday."

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am. We just follow the procedure. This is more than enough evidence to end the concerns of the citizens. Then we'll excuse us." Both of them said goodbye, I took a deep breath after their departure.

Life is complicated and I'm getting more complicated by marrying Mr. Arbi. Dusk has appeared on the western horizon, Mr. Arbi still has not revealed the trunk of his nose.

I was obviously anxious, pacing around like an iron. I tried calling, but Mr. Arbi had no response. I kept staring at the door and looking out the window.

"Where's Mas Arbi going, anyway? The phone is not lifted, do not worry dong, Mas," murmured myself.

I sat on the couch, drowning my face in there. I'm afraid anything happened to Mr. Arbi. I felt frustrated myself, until I involuntarily cried.

The sound of the motor stopped, I immediately got up and opened the door wide. I saw him coming home safely without any shortcomings. I hugged him tightly.

No matter what the views of people in this new environment are to me. I just express the peace of heart to see my husband come home safe.

"Mas Arbi," said the tiptoed me hugging him. He rubbed my back gently.

"Why, Honey? Is there something evil with you here?" I still haven't answered her question, still continuing to tighten my arms. "Darling, what's going on? Try to explain," asked him, who still did not understand my concern.

Some of the mothers appeared to pass from the front of the house. They whispered to each other and pointed at us. Mr. Arbi seemed to have also seen the two women in their forties.

"Come, come in first, yeah. We're talking inside. Shame to see people."

I let go of the hug, Mr. Arbi swept my wet cheek. The princess was seen standing next to the house, her gaze sharp towards us.

I immediately hugged his spoiled arm, Mr. Arbi smiled. I don't know what he's thinking. The princess came in by slamming the door of her house strong until we were shocked.

"Udah wants azan. Come on, come in."

I nodded and then went into the room. Mr. Arbi changed his clothes. He stripped one by one attached to his athletic body.

"I take a shower, yeah."

"Mas, you don't want to ask me why?" With his chest left open, he knelt in front of me. Grasping both of my hands, his gaze was soft.

"I asked you that. But you're not ready to answer. Now, story. What exactly are you?"

"I'm scared, Mom."

"Fear what?"

"Fear of nothing happening to you" said I, who was already crying. Mr. Arbi was sitting next to me, he was resting my head on his shoulder. Gently rubbed my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Ta. I made you worry" he said, kissing the tip of my head.

I nodded resignedly, sweeping away the already flooded tears on the cheeks. Mr. Arbi gently brushed my cheek.

"Just a minute, Ta."

While she was taking a shower, I prepared her clothes. Then I headed to the kitchen to get her dinner.

He came out with a fresh face and passed into the room. It didn't take long for her to join me at the dinner table.

"Thank you, sweetie."

"Yes, Mum."

We told him about what happened today, how he came home so late. Until bed time came, we kept talking.

Some say, marriage is seventy percent chatting. Not playing mobile phones until so much time is missed.

"Udah night, Ta. We're sleeping, yuk."

"Yes, Mum."

Apparently, Mr. Arbi chased by his student fans to the complex. He was forced to turn around, so that they could not meet me. He entered the mosque first, to remove the traces as well as Ashar prayers.

So heavy a day, I shouldn't have added to the load. I stick to his handsome face, then kiss his forehead gently.

"Good sleep, sweetie."

***

In the morning, I started to do my usual routine. Mr. Arbi is also ready to leave.

"Today, I invited the other teachers to eat at home, huh? They from yesterday continue to insist on coming to give our blessing."

"What should I cook, Mom?"

"As far as you are, dear. The important thing is that you don't get tired, yeah. You can no longer wait for me in bed."

"Ck! You are, still early in the morning have thought so."

"Last night, right?"

I turned the lazy eyeball, Mr. Arbi just teased me more. Single husband, it's like this. Always addicted.

"Udah ah, you are leaving. Let me go shopping."

"Aren't you waiting for me to come home? Let me help you."

"No need, Mas. I'm used to it myself, though. "

"Okay, if there's anything, call straight away, yeah."

I answered him with great joy, Mr. Arbi kissed my forehead and left. He still faithfully wears his bike, for some reason. Once, he seemed to be on his way to compensate me.

Maybe it was one of his strategies to get along. Also, want to know how my life is with Satria. Ah, I don't know. I haven't had time to ask him about it.

I've been dressed neatly going to the market. Confused what to cook, not too many people will come. If counted as possible, about ten people.

I went out onto the big road, waiting for an angkot or bus. Actually can order ojek online, only I just want to breathe fresh air this morning.

I was waiting for the bus at the stop, the xpander car that I used to ride stopped right in front of me.

"Bag Satria?"

"Where are you going?'

"To the market, Bang."

"Bareng me, Ta."