Lightly Longing

Satria Appears Again

Pak Arbi's used seam bandage has been opened, the wound is also completely dry. Waiting for his ex is the same there.

"Ta, the day after we invited, yes. Get an invitation from one of the teachers who changed you." I folded my clothes, just nodding.

"Cock the response so, anyway?"

"What's the matter, Mom?"

"Enthusiasm dong, Ta." Mr. Arbi was seen combing his hair despite still wearing a knee-length towel and leaving his chest open.

"Wear clothes first, Mas."

"Where ***********me, Ta," he said spoiled. I sighed softly, the behavior if at home there-anything.

I gave her the thing she asked for, complete with her t-shirt and shorts. Back to resume unfinished and endless homework.

He looked handsome, now sitting next to me helping to fold his underwear. As a housewife, it is clearly helped with small things just like that, already feeling happy.

"You want to go, Ta?"

"Where, yes, Mas. I'm a little insecure, here."

"You're still beautiful, honey." Mr. Arbi kissed me on the cheek at a glance. The bloated flower nose held a smile at her sweet treatment.

Finished with the folding show, we now watch television while lying on the carpet. Mr. Arbi supports the head with one hand, next to it again stroking the stomach.

"Ta, I guess, who does the sage look like, huh?"

"Like you for sure, Mommy."

"Not necessarily, Ta. My college friend, his son looks like his wife. The duplicates are." Mr. Arbi took my head into his arms.

"Aw, it hurts, Mas!"

"Gemes, Ta," he said, who had just bitten my neck. It is random behavior. Obviously I'm angry, I can do that. I turned around to look at him.

"Sorry, Ta."

"Or, uh!" I got up to my room, that's it. Husband and wife when they were both, initially telling stories and joking, the edges were noisy.

Mr. Arbi tried hard to persuade, but I'm in the mood mode that goes up and down is not easy to lose. Especially being pregnant like this, like sensitive.

Until the morning, I still mengambek same Mr. Arbi. Waking up to make breakfast, then staying silent. Mr. Arbi pulled my head closer to her, landing a warm kiss on the temple.

"Morning, Honey."

"Hem."

"Ck! Still sambling?" I just glanced at it. Still lazy to chat anything with this guy.

"Later if I get home fast we heal, huh?"

"Where?"

Mr. Arbi seemed to think hard, while walking to get a towel. He sniffs his shoulders and goes into the bathroom.

"It's unclear!" gertutuku quietly while feeding the torn bread into the mouth.

"Excuse me, Miss Ananta," call someone from outside. I look towards the door. The usual security guard stands in front of the fence.

"Yes, Sir. What's up, huh?"

"Emh, look, Mom. My son, he.." the middle-aged man's words came to a halt. For a moment, I cringed in wonder.

"Why, Sir?"

"Engh, ow.... " He looked agitated, then scratched his temple. He also plays his fingers.

"Say me, sir. As long as I can, I'll help."

"Anu, Mum. My son has activities at his school, so I want to ask for help to make up the same as his traditional clothes," he explained at length.

"Can, Sir. Bring your son here" I said after opening the fence to let him in.

"Come in, sir, Mom."

The three of them entered with plastic bags that might contain custom clothes rented.

"The book, what custom?" I asked when the thin-cheeked girl was already sitting in front of me.

"Adat malay," he replied, who then lowered his head. I let her parents sit on the couch.

Mr. Arbi was seen coming into the room at a rapid pace. Yeah, his chest was perfectly exposed. I participated, to take a makes up tool sober.

"What's the security guard doing, Ta? Borrow money?" he screamed in a very slow voice. Maybe I'm the only one listening.

"Hush! No suudzon, Mas. She came to make upin' her son, please,"

"Oh." I prepared the clothes that Mr. Arbi would wear. Housewives are like that, yes. When he heard the word healing, immediately his mood changed to good.

I took the existing makeup equipment, waiting for Mr. Arbi to finish dressing up. Not to forget the kiss on the cheek, forehead, also the lips he landed.

"Not going yet, is it?"

"Not yet, not yet, Ta."

"Cooked already?"

"Fear outside can't."

I just pulled the lip line inside, we came out together. Three pairs of eyeballs looked at us simultaneously.

"Sorry, long time."

"It's okay, Mom." Now I started polishing the face of this little girl, it is not so good at makeup, but it is still said to be able to.

"I'm not a makeup artist, sir. How could you remember coming here."

"My thoughts are one, Mom. You're a teacher too, so I'm here right away."

"Yes, but it used to be, sir. Math teacher." anyway." I while dancing a brush there, do not forget all the supports to beautify the face of this little girl I include.

Ready to make up, I asked the little girl to wear the clothes she was carrying. Clear, oversize. I took a safety pin to outsmart it to fit in the body.

"Bu Ananta don't intend to work anymore?"

"No idea, sir. Especially now that she's pregnant, it's kind of hard."

"I don't give permission to teach first, sir. I want, Ananta focus at home first," continued Mr. Arbi who is now joining us.

His wife seemed to be silent and watching our house and the interaction that took place.

"Ta, I'm leaving, yeah. Take good care of Bijun, yes. Don't forget to eat the same vitamins."

"Yes, Mum." I kissed Mr. Arbi's hands in front of everyone.

Furthermore, back busy with traditional Malay clothes that still have to wear a headdress that is in a dip in the bearing.

"Bu Ananta, have you ever met Mr Satria?" ask him carefully after Mr. Arbi went away from the yard of the house.

"Early, Sir. It was just one time, when his mother was sick and called me" I said the truth.

"Where are the feelings of the mother's husband now? Jealousy, right?" ask him again, I just smiled.

"If I were a father, I would be jealous too, Mom."

"Hehe, that's it, sir." Now I'm ready to dress the princess. The face of the cute girl turned beautiful. Lipstick that is not so bright shows the identity of the boy so as not to be too mature.

"Thank you, Miss Ananta," they said at the same time. I reply with a nod and a satisfied smile. I did not forget to take pictures of the work this morning. Show it on social media.

Now, I am the only one living in this minimalist house. Mr. Arbi was busy working, while I was busy erratically. The stomach also began to swell.

The ringing tone of the incoming call rang out, I was silent for a moment when Satria's name appeared there.