Lightly Longing

Testpack

Once at my house, I immediately banged on the sofa. Too lazy to move, Mr. Arbi just shook his head slowly. He put the wheel he bought earlier on the table.

Mr. Arbi went into the room, yes he already understood the position. Although never staying here. When I cleaned the house, Mr. Arbi put himself in bed

I was so angry when he came down when the floor was still wet with mops. Hence, its comfortable place on the bed.

Mr. Arbi's bag was in his room, and he was sitting next to me. I leaned my head against the chest of his field. Mr. Arbi rubbed my head gently.

"You?" my bargain showed the kedondong fruit to him, he nodded. I bribed him, and his face turned sour. Who was cool and handsome, now it just brushes while sticking out the tongue.

"Aish, really cool, honey," he said, continuing to taste his lips.

"No asem, really. It's not strong."

"Lillahita'ala, that's real asem. Seriously, deh," said Mr. Arbi again who had raised both fingers in the form of a V.

I don't believe the chatter, the proof is that I'm relaxed eating it. Even delicious, chew with crisp and feel happy.

Mr. Arbi just gawked expressionlessly, I still faithfully leaned my head there.

"Ta, are you sure it's all gone?"

"Why, Mas?" I raised my face to look at him. He looked down to look at me, briefly landing a kiss on my lips.

"It's okay, it's a lot of tablets, Ta."

"Yes, that's why you're helping."

"I'm not strong, honey. Asemnya kebangetan."

I pursed my lips, not forcing him to eat it. His hand was busy rubbing my hair, his heartbeat sounded stable.

I don't know why, I feel sleepy. Though it is still morning, about ten o'clock if not wrong my eyes that have been dimly seen this wall clock on the television. Mr. Arbi feels like I'm justifying my position.

"A good sleep, baby," he said, which I can still hear. One warm kiss landed on my forehead.

I looked at Azan, I opened my eyes. Rubbed it, then got up to the bathroom. Coming out of that little room, I did not find the whereabouts of my cleanest husband.

"Mas" called me who walked down the house to the front of the terrace. The car's parked out front, my bike's in the garage. Where exactly did he go?

Rujak who was still left at the table, was already nowhere to be seen. In fact, there are still many. I still want it too.

The sound of the fence opening, I walked towards the front. Mr. Arbi with a slim fit shirt and his knee-length drawstring pants came with a white plastic package.

"Are you awake?" I nodded, he immediately hugged me tightly, sweeping the tops of the heads.

"Where are you from, Mom?" as I wrapped my hands around her waist, we stepped in.

"From the pharmacy ahead."

"Rapid?"

"Yes. Here," he said, as he offered the package, I stared at the confused clear plastic.

"This, what?"

"Morning wear, yes."

"Huh?"

He ruffled my hair, then stepped into the bathroom. Still curious about what he bought earlier, I saw the contents.

"Testpack?" lirihku surprised. I blinked with a fast rhythm, what did that mean? She asked me for a pregnancy test? True indeed, last month the monthly guest did not come and it never happened as long as I got my period from the beginning.

Never the name is late to the moon, or like people who a few months do not mens. I was never like that, always normal and regular.

For the first time, yes, last month. Granted, the curiosity bothered me, but it was too early to check.

Mr. Arbi came out with a towel that only covered the stomach down. His chest was left open, he ruffled his hair. That torn bread, it shakes my faith. I touched his stomach, he chuckled amusedly.

"Big, uh!" I grumbled, "don't disturb him."

"Who is disturbing. Take a shower, honey."

I murmured, it was already dusk. He was not taking a bath together, even moaning alone in the bathroom, I grumbled annoyed.

I obeyed his orders, draped a towel over his shoulder and went to clean up. I saw Mr. Arbi smiling at the corner of his lips.

In less than half an hour, I returned to my room to put on my clothes. The man, fully dressed.

"Why are you wearing clothes?"

"Emang why? Can't you?"

"Yes, I can, Mas. Just...."

"What's free?" his standing challenger was approaching towards me.

"Or, uh!" I open the closet and get the clothes, get out of there. Lazy it feels close to him, usually also he who always asks for rations. Huh!

After getting dressed, I went back to my room. Wearing the skincare he bought the other day, squatting reached into the bag earlier.

Sitting in front of the dresser, Mr. Arbi looks busy with his cell phone. Only occasionally notice me. Clearly there is jealousy and a mind that is not. Moreover, he is an idol teacher. It's not that I don't believe him, it's just that a wife needs to be noticed.

I was also traumatized by Satria's attitude that was so stiff and cold, and lacking in attention. I fear the past will happen again.

I climbed onto the bed after getting busy with my face, lying beside it. Try to see what catches his attention on the phone. Mr. Arbi turned around to back me.

Ah, oh my God. Why is he so? My heart's like it's squeezed, a little sore. His attitude that was concerned changed in an instant, that was after buying a testpack.

"Mas" said I, who was with eyes that had condensed. I looked down inside, twisting the end of the shirt. There was no response, I was getting hurt by it.

"Mas" called me again, this time my tears had fallen on the back of my hand.

Mr. Arbi hugged me straight away, I was still crying in the same place.

"Why you?"

"It hurts, Mom."

"What?" ask Mr. Arbi who has now framed my face. Swiping a clear grain with both of his thumbs. "What's sick, honey?"

"My heart, Mom."

"Sorry, yeah. I didn't want to burden you."

"Burdered?" my thread that has swept away the tears that wet my cheeks.

"Look" he said, showing the screen with photos of the baby, as well as how to find out the pregnant wife. My attorneys turned to look at him softly.

Mr. Arbi arched a smile, his eyeballs moving telling me to take his flat object.

"Nothing I'm hiding from you, Ta. You alone, that's enough. I chased you long ago, sa. ngat long."

"Yes, but you're my bitch."

"Sorry, Honey. I purposely avoided."

"Do I need a test now, Mom?"

"Could be? My pharmacist said, it must be morning."

"Can, if the hormone is good, no need to wait tomorrow already visible results from the urine dripping on the device."

Mr. Arbi seemed to thin his lips, then nodded. "Try, gih."

I got off the bed, took the testpack and walked to the bathroom.