Lightly Longing

The neighbor

Dusk has changed with night, the house has returned to how it was. Clean and tidy, plates and glasses we have been cleaning since a few hours ago.

I'm laying on the carpet in front of Mr. Arbi's TV. Yes, since yesterday, I have only come home once to my house.

The body feels tired and powerless, all drained out since morning. Leave prolonged fatigue, just want to sleep.

Both hands were massaging my shoulders, right there was the peak of his fatigue. Plan the fingers began to massage, enough to simply eliminate fatigue.

"Capek, right Ta?"

"Emmh, it's okay, Mom. Once in a while."

"Where else is tired?" ask her that my eyes have begun to be closed, I lay down on my stomach.

"Hem, have not taken a position," said Mr. Arbi who chuckled. I just enjoy the gentle massage. The massage goes down to the back, then up to the calf. His name is male instinct, there must be something touched.

Like this time, Mr. Arbi poked me in the ass. I was almost closed so back glaring. There was a little laugh from back there.

"That's a big whim, Mas."

'And I told you, it's my favorite now, Ta."

I just cleared my throat, trying to close my eyes again while enjoying her hands massaging. A few minutes later, he asked me to lie down.

I'm dying, the masseuse told him to. I turned around, now it was perfectly stretched. He massaged my hand, while sweeping the left chest.

I took a deep breath, already knowing where the next destination was going. However, I feel sleepy. Occasionally yawning, Mr. Arbi just laughed. Maybe, I'm a little doll ready to cheer her up.

"Congratulations?" he asked, I was already lifting my eyelids.

Somehow the continuation of the massage massage story, which is clear my eyes are closed tightly. Even without a pillow. Also, it's still on the gray carpet in front of the television as I remember it the last time.

I blinked after I was quite satisfied to sleep. When I opened my eyes, I was in my bed. Sleeping next to Mr. Arbi, the blanket covered up to the chest.

I flicked up the bed cover, how shocked it was when I saw it on my body without a thread. I rounded my eyes to see Mr. Arbi who was still sleeping soundly next door.

If I'm tired, I don't know what happens when I sleep. I glanced at the clock, still at three in the morning. I took a deep breath, then hugged Mr. Arbi.

Apparently, he realized with the touch of my hand that was already on top of his supine body without clothes. Only shorts accompany his sleep.

Mr. Arbi hugged my body, held it warm. I put my head on his chest.

"Ta, come on" he said still with his eyes closed.

"Huh?"

"Make a child, yuk!"

I finally agreed to his invitation. Even at midnight, if the husband wants to be served. A man's desire cannot be left alone.

We did a great fight and a few times. Mr. Arbi wants that, even though he is tired he is even more powerful and like having super strength to be able to several rounds.

After a struggle, Mr. Arbi hugged my body from behind, kissing my shoulder gently.

"You're great, Ta."

"Ck! I am a widow, Mom."

"I have a husband, not a widow. I'm your husband" said Mr. Arbi, who slightly lifted his body, locking my lips with a strong bite.

"It hurts, Mas," I said whining spoiled. His hands rubbed my stomach.

"Hopefully, you're pregnant huh, Ta."

In the morning, I got up first leaving Mr. Arbi who was still asleep. My chest felt sore from the fusion last night.

I stepped into the bathroom to clean myself, also making breakfast for my man. I came out with wet hair, yeah obviously.

My hair was never allowed to dry by Mr. Arbi. It's always wet like this in the morning, no matter the day or circumstances.

I took the bread from his fridge. She was single yesterday, but her home kit was arguably complete. In fact, the kitchen set has also been made by him.

Breads with chocolate jam and strawberries are arranged on the bar table. Also, a glass of milk I prepared beside him.

I'm busy washing clothes, right Mr. Arbi already has a washing machine. Either he deliberately prepared it or it had become his routine to do everything himself.

Ready for homework, I stepped in to hang my clothes.

"You're Arbi's wife, huh?" The voice of the woman made me turn my head, from her words there was a dislike emphasis there. I'm still holding Mr. Arbi's shirt, just dumbfounded.

"Beautiful, anyway," he said again which made me furrow my eyebrows.

"Thank you" answered me, who resumed my activities.

"You know that Mr. Arbi is an idol teacher?"

I turned back to her who was folding hands on the parapet that was about one and a half meters high, I nodded slowly.

"Pantesan want, Pak Arbi people idol teacher, handsome, rich anyway," he continued that makes me bite the lower lip strong.

"Sorry, you got a problem with me?" my question was ascertaining his intent and purpose which suddenly sneered at me.

"You know, Mr. Arbi had a future wife before he married you!" he said, pointing at my face, looking very angry.

"Continue?"

"Yes, because your marriage is off."

"Who is it? As far as I know, Mr. Arbi is not close to any woman. If there is, if not the soul mate will not meet."

The middle-aged woman looked wrathful, for some reason. Maybe it's her mother the princess who didn't accept my marriage.

"Honey," call Mr. Arbi from the doorway. I turned towards her, looking at her already fresh face and wet looking hair.

"Sorry, Mom. If you don't like our wedding, please close your eyes. I have repeatedly explained to Princess, that I cannot repay her feelings. And so have I emphasized to you several times. It's." Mr. Arbi returned the microphone he borrowed last night, it showed that the woman was indeed the mother of the Princess.

The woman's face grunted, then grabbed the box that was thrust by Mr. Arbi earlier. Don't forget Mr. Arbi thanked me, then put his arm around my shoulder to get into the house.

"You're okay, right?"

"No, Mom."

He kissed the tip of my head, that seems to be his favorite part right now. His hands are already wrapped around my waist.

"Breakfast first, Mommy."

"Udah, breakfast nagging neighbors," he replied, looking still upset at the look on his face.

I pinched her cheeks in anxiety, her expression inviting laughter in my heart. I peeked at her cheek. He widened his eyes, sweeping away the former kiss.

"You're getting naughty, huh?"

I laughed crisply while keeping the basket of clothes in its original place. Mr. Arbi's cell phone ringing tone rang out, he immediately rose towards the flat object.

"Dad, Ta."