Lightly Longing

Look in the Sage

He stomped his feet slowly and like a man getting ready to run a marathon. The girl who wears a doraemon nightgown is so enthusiastic. He sat down by hitting the table slowly.

"What the hell, Shah? You why?" manya curious.

"God, Brother. The courier was very handsome," he said, putting both hands on his cheeks. His eyes twitched in flirtatiousness, imagining nothing.

"You're still ABG, Shah. So, not much to see the outside world. Remember sin, Shah," I admonish. Obviously, Aisyah lived and grew up in the pesantren. It is rarely seen directly with men.

"But this one is different, sister," he said still with the activities of fantasy.

"What's different, Shah?" timpal my mother-in-law has joined.

"Mother! Disturb Aisyah's hallucinations, anyway," his grunts were upset. My mother-in-law pulled her earlobe.

"Since when have you been so disrespectful?" the nagging of my mother-in-law who was standing next to Aisyah. The girl grimaced, even though she had just put down her hijab for a while. If only he had kept his hijab, he would have avoided my mother-in-law's jewelry. I chuckled in my heart to see him who was already pouting in annoyance.

"Mom, already. We eat first, yes. After that, I continued ngomelin Aisyah again," I said to give advice.

"Yes, you really are, Ta. Angry also needs energy."

"Mother, uh!"

"What?" challenge mother glared towards Aisyah who instantly made Aisyah ciut and lowered her head deeply. Just lips that looked comatose, perhaps grumbling inwardly.

After eating, I went into the room. Aisyah I previously invited to sleep together. However, he refused and preferred to sleep with his mother.

I started texting Mr. Arbi again, though I know he should be getting enough rest now. In just a few seconds, my phone had already vibrated a reply notification from him.

I haven't been able to answer, Mr. Arbi has made a video call. I just wanted to change my clothes to sleep.

"Hello, honey," he said from across the street with a smile.

"Mas, you should have slept at this hour" I protested at the eleven o'clock on the wall.

"I can't sleep, Ta. I miss you, "he replied with a hardened face.

"And there was Kiyai there" said another who was now lying on the bed. Aching all the body and a feeling of crumbling dim.

"Different, Ta. I used to sleep while hugging you, this is nothing that can be hugged," he said, looking pursed his lips. Actually I feel the same way. These few months, he always gave me warmth in my heart as well as my body.

"So, how?"

"don't know. I want to go home, so I can sleep next to you again."

True indeed, distance creates a sense of tightness in the middle unfortunately this way. Although we are married, but we are still warmly become a pair of newlyweds.

"Mas, I can go there tomorrow morning. Promise me, I'll be there early in the morning, yeah."

"Really, huh?" the tan is hopeful and the face made is adorable. I smiled meaningfully in response, a second later he turned to frown.

"Why?"

"You fucked me, didn't you, Ta? I don't like it!" I close my lips. The smile disappeared and became silent in this new conversation of a few minutes.

"Yes first, Mas. I'm tired of taking a break. Poor wise if I'm exhausted."

My eyes suddenly widened and blinked rapidly. I am ashamed to hear Kiyai Abdul Samad. That includes vulgar conversation. Ah, Mr. Arbi always does as he pleases, my mind is stirring itself.

"Mas! What's the matter, anyway?"

"I want to see Sage, Ta."

I immediately disconnected the phone before Mr. Arbi got weird. Sick so, still had time to think about the triangle. The son of Ustadz is like an apostate, astonished. Better sleep than the thought of Mr. Arbi's speech that is not clear direction.

"We go to sleep, son," I said as I stroked the flat stomach.

***

Morning, I accidentally woke up quickly to buy breakfast around the complex. It doesn't feel good if my in-laws have to starve first. Aisyah and her mother were still faithful in the room. Yeah, they must be exhausted.

I walked to the stall at the T-junction of the complex, dressed in a knee-length house suit with a mustard color.

"Ih, who again bothered to take care of the husband, did not have time to groom again, huh? Ugly you, tuh!" the daughter's mother's lips as I passed in front of her house. Indeed, I don't wear any makeup. I don't know, lately it's been lazy to preen. Just wearing a lazy lipstick, maybe innate sage so.

I just pass by, lazy to serve that immoral woman. His son who failed to captivate Mr. Arbi, why should I be blamed. Wants to curse, but remember the saying. If they hate or curse someone, their child will look like them.

Oh my God, I really don't want Bijun to look like that woman. More clearly, he should be similar to me. He's my son, should have inherited the fusion of our two faces.

"Hey, Ananta!" it was her scream that made me stop my steps and turn to the origin of the voice.

Byurs!

I'm surprised not to be a bitch, my body is soaking wet because of it. He doused a former mop of water at me. It was clearly smelled from the scent, if he had just cleaned his house.

"What the fuck are you?" I don't accept his treatment. The princess seemed to be holding her mother as she was about to approach me.

"Please Mom, Put! Women don't know themselves, it's a dirty pantes like this!"

"Hey," shouted someone who made my mouth shut. Since then, I have been eager to return the mouth of his trash by nailing him. However, all of that was first broken by Aisyah.

"You're old but you're morally lacking!" said Aisyah while pointing at the face of her mother Princess who had been red. It was clear there that he did not accept Aisyah's disrespectful attitude.

"Hey, kid! You have nothing to do with me, don't follow me!"

Aisyah pulled the corner of her lips, she grinned and stared intently at the woman. His gaze was ready to kill, it seemed. Horrified.

"You, since last night always made trouble with me. And now, you doused my Sister-in-law, how many lives do you have?" Aisyah was standing right in front of the Princess and her mother, Aisyah circling the bodies of the two. "How many lives!" the screams again that made some people in this housing out. Clearly, Aisyah's voice was so loud.

Including my mother-in-law who seemed to be tidying up the hijab approached me.

"Oh my God, why are you soaking wet, Ta?"

"I'm fine, ma'am," I replied as I wiped the remaining water dripping on some parts of the body.

"Women don't have this morality, ma'am!" said Aisyah growled and still pointed towards the face of her mother Princess.

"Dear of it! Keep your manners!"

"I'm sorry my son, ma'am," said my repulsive in-laws making Aisyah grow furious and look clenched her hands.