Lightly Longing

Want to Have Children

I actually refused to get into Satria's car. Afraid Mr. Arbi could be mistaken. Not to mention her ex-husband status. Also, there is a heart that I must take care of now.

"No need, Bang."

"So seriously not going together, Ta?"

"No, Bang. The market is close from here."

Satria seemed to be thinning her lips. Maybe he's aware, if there's no right to force me. I belong entirely to Mr. Arbi.

Satria parted and drove her car at a leisurely pace. I waved what he might have seen from the rearview mirror. This life story is like a song, if nothing new is felt. Maybe that's how Satria has felt since we got divorced.

Everything, I prepared. Although I was wrong for cheating on her, but my duties as a wife never once neglected her.

I glanced at the watch on the wrist, it was almost nine o'clock. I hurriedly took the phone from the sling bag. Ordering an online ojek, today Mr. Arbi's co-worker will come. The big meal will be held in Pak Arbi's minimalist house.

That said, press my work first as well. From the news I heard, the school has not changed its personnel only, the new teacher who filled the gap of my subjects.

"On behalf of Ananta huh, Ma'am?" ask a man from the top of the motorcycle wearing all-green attributes complete with his helmet.

"Yes, Mum." He thrust a helmet at me, it was a package with the one he was wearing. I use the services of an online motorcycle taxi service that is quite familiar and guaranteed to be safe.

"The goal is to market, right?"

"Yes, Mum." It didn't take long for me to arrive at my destination. I took a quick step to buy some fresh meat as well as some other seasoning.

The menu today is quite rendang meat, pickled cucumber and rib soup. I can do it myself if that's all cooked. I took a deep and deep breath, strengthening my body and soul.

Already satisfied with the shopping event, I reached into the bag taking the phone. The stuff I bought earlier, I put it downstairs for a bit.

Not yet had time to sweep the application, the name Mr. Arbi appeared on the screen.

"Hello" said I, flanking the phone between my shoulder and my ear.

"Where are you, honey?'

" Shop, Mas" I replied a little shouting. I felt on the noisy side of the road also in the crowd. Otherwise, I wouldn't have heard what he said across the street.

"I'm picking you up" he said, which sounded very slow.

"Yes, I'm waiting."

"Share's loc!"

After the call ended, I sent my place feeling right now. I pulled over at the bus stop across the street. Although painstakingly carrying enough groceries filled both hands, I did not want to be a barrier for people who would pass by.

I'm raving to myself, it's still around ten. Mr. Arbi's home, isn't there any more class? Or, he did take permission. I clucked myself, the sedan stopped right in front of me.

Mr. Arbi came down with the same clothes when he left earlier. In fact, the pantofel shoes are not removed.

"Mas, are you home yet?" I asked who saw him immediately busy with my stuff. With a blue shirt folded up to the elbow, the veined hand looked dashing lifting my groceries.

"Mas," calls again after he puts everything I bought in the trunk. Not to forget he opened the left car door for me.

"I'm done teaching, honey."

"Well, what's a spout?" many confused me looked at him who was already behind the wheel.

Mr. Arbi was seen painting his sweetest smile there, then blinking softly. His hand was sweeping my cheek.

"It's not because of me, is it?"

He chuckled softly as he plugged the gas through the streets. "My class had two schedules today. Not because of you. Anyway, good dong I came home spit, so can help you."

I nodded slowly, inwardly cheering with excitement because Mr. Arbi was so considerate and caring to me.

"Mas, I'm curious about you."

"Ck! Curious to keep, anyway? Still not done - after his curiosity," he said, who glanced at me and then looked back at the streets.

"I'm serious."

"OK, what? Ask me, I'll answer whatever it is" he said, clutching my finger.

"You... Don't marry me?"

Mr. Arbi put his eyebrows together for a while then laughed out loud. I pulled my hand from his grasp, folding my hand in front of my chest looking out the window. Cheers with his attitude just now.

"Religion," taunted Mr. Arbi who was scratching my cheeks. "Darling, I never regretted any decision I made in life. Including choosing you in my life."

"But.... "

"Udah, yes. The point is, I'm with you, honey," she said, kissing my cheek tenderly. I suddenly round my eyes in shock at his sudden treatment. We got to the front of the house.

Mr. Arbi opened the not-so-high black fence. Then park the car on the side of the road to make room for colleagues who will come later in the afternoon.

I stepped into the kitchen after Mr. Arbi brought all my groceries. I put the sling bag to where it came from.

Picking up the apron that was already hanging there, my lentic finger started operating all the ingredients. Mr. Arbi helped even though he just peeled the onions to tears.

"His love" I said, slitting her cheeks. He was increasingly shedding tears, because his own hands were sweeping the marks of my lips there.

Not strong with his pain, he put down the original knife and went into the bathroom. Seen washing his face, I smile knottedly looking at him.

Mr. Arbi came out of the room, he immediately felt my stomach. Wrap both hands there. I glanced at him at a glance, he was spoiled apparently. He put his chin on my shoulder.

"Ta, you don't have to bother like this. We can just buy it for them. Or order a caterer."

I took a deep breath and turned to look at him. I put my hands around his neck, Mr. Arbi still puts his hands on my hips.

"Mas, I don't have any activities. So, I decided to do it myself."

"What if you're tired of it?"

"There's still you who can pijitin me," said I who had looked at the face of his face. She smiled, kissed my lips.

"Later in the night I'm flirting with you, yeah."

His eyes had already turned into a meaningful and perverted look. I know, my husband is still not satisfied.

He still wants to dive deeper to explore all the rivers and seas of honey mine.

I pinched his cheeks, to resuscitate him whose mind had wandered everywhere. In fact, it's still morning.

"Ta, I want to have children" he said suddenly. I glared in disbelief at the words that just came out of her thin lips.