Lightly Longing

Rojak

"Look, Mum." Mr. Arbi swept the screen, it was a video call.

"Assalamualaikum, Bang." We answered Aisha's greeting.

"What's up, Shah?"

Aisyah immediately showed the mother, the middle-aged woman immediately targeted us with various questions. Relaxing conversation is just asking for news.

About an hour later, the call lasted until Mr. Arbi ended the call. I don't know why, I'm busy taking care of the house.

Still busy mopping, Mr. Arbi hugged my waist from behind, he put his head on my shoulder.

"I'm working this, Mom."

Mr. Arbi threw a mop in any place. She carries my body in bridal style. I put my hands around his neck.

"Ih, Mas," I growled spoiled.

"You didn't I told you to be a maid, just shut up and be my queen."

He threw my body slowly on the bed, he supported me. I can be sure what happens next.

We were without clothes, the clothes that were attached were scattered on the floor. Mr. Arbi put one of his hands on my stomach. He got up a little bit by holding his head up. He kissed my shoulders softly, our gazes met for a moment.

"Ta, how about we get pregnant? You want?" she asked by tucking in a few hairs that disturbed my view of her.

"It's not too fast, Mom. We're married for a week."

Mr. Arbi kissed my lips at a glance, I warmly welcomed the kiss. He came back lying on the side, as if he was disappointed in me.

It's too early to do a pregnancy program, after all, I've done that. The result is good, even my egg can have twins.

It's not me who's in trouble. I was declared a fertile doctor, even though it was the results of laboratory tests a few years ago. Married to Mr. Arbi is still one week.

His hand was still coiled around my waist, I turned to his closed-off direction. According to the psychologist I've seen, the man ngefly when it's gone so far as to sleep. Different from women.

***

We had a marriage like a normal and romantic husband and wife. Mr. Arbi is much different from Satria. He valued my existence more, not infrequently if he was free to help with homework.

I go back to my house once a month. As of now, we are preparing to stay there for a few days. Not because of boredom, it's just that, if there is no owner who takes care of it, it will quickly break down and become a nest of rats.

Since the incident that morning, there is no more discussion about the pregnancy program. Mr. Arbi seems to understand. Mr. Arbi was preparing clothes to take to my house.

This is the first time he will stay there. Usually, we just pass by to check the house or clean it up. During the afternoon walk, we definitely took the route to pass through the residential complex I used to live with Satria.

"Ta, I don't have to bring a lot of clothes, yeah."

"Not bringing clothes is okay, Mom." Mr. Arbi stepped closer, he fused our eyebrows together. Our noses have clashed, even the breath of Mr. Arbi was blowing in my face.

"You'd rather I don't wear clothes, would you?" he said, who now kissed my lips.

"No, Mas. Satria's clothes are still there. It looks like it will fit you."

"Ck! Masa' I'm wearing Satria's old clothes, anyway."

"You used Satria's ex-wife to want, masa' just his shirt just you don't want to." Mr. Arbi passed, he grumbled. His face was so bent, it turned out that I had changed his mood to be so ugly.

"I've said it, right. If you're a girl not a virgin."

"But, Mas. My past cannot be changed. The reality is like that."

Mr. Arbi looked at me intensely, then he hugged me. He looked whining there, he leaned his head on my shoulder.

"Why didn't you see me before" he said still in a spoiled whining voice.

"Udah dong, Mas. Shame, uh."

I asked Mr. Arbi to end his potent drama, now it's time to go. I haven't stayed in my cute house for a month.

On the way, we talked relaxed. Until finally my eyes were fixed on the wheelbarrow. For some reason, it feels like my saliva will fall down dripping.

I hit Mr. Arbi's arm slowly. He spontaneously looked at me.

"What's up, Ta?"

"That, Mas," pointed me towards the wheelbarrow, Mr. Arbi following my gaze.

"Ruby?" tanyanya made sure, I nodded confidently.

He stopped at the lip of the road, then took out his wallet from his pants pocket. Don't forget to take two fifty thousand bills. He thrust it at me.

"Go, buy. I'm waiting here."

"No, ah! I want you to buy it, Mas."

"But I don't know, you want any fruit, Ta."

I want to eat acid like it, somehow upload my taste. Until I swallowed.

"Any fruit, except pineapple, Mas. More importantly the same asem, anyway."

Mr. Arbi fused his eyebrows together, he turned briefly towards the wheelbarrow. He was seen scratching his temple, looked once confused face.

"Mass?" call me to hug his arm expectantly. Audible******* length from it.

Mr. Arbi opened his seatbelt, then pushed the door out.

I stared at the wide back of my husband who had walked towards where I meant.

"She's really a dream husband" I said slowly, which Mr. Arbi left in the car.

The call came into my phone, Mr. Arbi did a video.

"Yes, Mum."

"What kind of fruit do you want?"

"You said something, that's asem-asem."

"His brother, asem. You want?" he said that made me not interested in his chat.

"What's up, Bang?"

Mr. Arbi turned his camera into his steering wheel. Show all the fruit there.

"Conditioning, mango, starfruit is not?"

"Lumayan" replied the salesman.

"You, Ta?"

"Can."

Mr. Arbi ended the call, I was waiting for a ramjak with saliva that had collected at the tip of the lips.

Mr. Arbi came back with a big, full package. It looks like the spice and the salty powder are separated.

"A lot to buy, Mom."

"I don't know how much you want. I bought it after the fruit you asked my brother for. Sampe said that you sell cravings."

I widened my eyes, sure. This month I have not had a guest. Usually on the fifth to the eighth. Now, it's even a dozen.

"I'm funny to hear his brother say that, Ta. Just married a month, you used to marry for many years even not yet. Strange indeed, Brother," said Mr. Arbi accompanied by a laugh that laughs laugh.

I'm not sure if I'm pregnant or not. It is better to hide first, when it is certain to tell the truth.