LOCKDOWN A Love And Covid - 19

Guests and jealous

"breathe, in love it is necessary to be jealous to prove loyalty, his behavior makes us understand, how valuable we are in the relationship with him. Because many people say that jealousy is a sign of love."

The night was getting late, after getting tired of seeing the outside world at night when I lay down on the bed, my room became more alive with Firhan at my side at this time, many more inspirations were imprinted in my mind when Firhan and I were together for a love affair that I could no longer describe its beauty. My eyes swept over the warm view of the room, the light blue hordes mixed in white, the fur rug, the television, the pleasant balcony, too many memories in my room, where my love was set for a book.

A large collection of novels in my room, I showed them to Firhan, my husband and he was not surprised. Yes of course, he knows my background from the brief profile I wrote on each of my final worksheets.

"I love Stephen Meyer's work, he said touching me. You don't know, do you..?" I stayed a few inches away from his arm to be able to see a glimpse of his face, I thought he would ache because it was too long to be a pillow of my head because from earlier he stretched his arm on the roll so that my head leaned. After a few days since I became his wife, now the awkward feeling is not as good as it used to be. We got used to it without any misbehavior like the beginning.

"emm not who is he..?"

"I'm sure you don't know his work, but you do know one of his films. Twillight series you know..? There's a New Moon continuation of twillight then.."

"Eclips and breaking down." continued my husband

"well you know what it looks like." he smiled at my taunting tone.

"then you know one of Habiburrahman el shyrazi's works?"

"if I know, give me one kiss on the cheek, beautiful." She made my mouth conical.

"aaa, that's fine." lie me. It's a problem for my heart that's ticking off, not conducive, but I like it.

"verse of love...? '' he replied in a questioning tone.

" okkey next I'll mention the title of the book, you guess who the author is."

"why not give a gift first. Each point questions one kiss.." whining like a child asking for chocolate candy. I chuckled softly looking at her sweet lips.

"Darling, then at the end. I don't want to make guesses too much. You're a lot of luck later." My fingers stroked her soft hair

"good. Ready Miss Avecenna."

"Merantau Ke Deli, whose work.?“ I asked and this time he thought about it.

" Tell me first what is the characteristic feature of the author, young, or old, alive or dead, filmed or not.. "

He offered again, I shook my head, revealing the fire of victory.

"Asma Nadia" he said hesitantly doubted I was open.

"oh iyya there are rules to the game, boss. If one answer is wrong then the point that has been in can be killed." I'm a fair jury make him erratic uring, even though only because of one kiss on the cheek, as valuable as that. Without even asking I would kiss her dozens of times.

"Okkey I'm sure the answer is Asma Nadia" he said as he straightened his back following me sitting cross-legged

"teeet service. Answer please search in OK Google yes." I won to guess the author this time

"who's the answer." cup! one kiss landed on my cheek. As my heart trembled staring at the twinkle of his spoiled shade eyes, he wrapped his hands around my waist making me unable to twitch. I glanced towards the phone that was ringing and lighting up. Azalea called me this late, my forehead wrinkled making Firhan follow my gaze towards the phone on her side.

"ask for help the phone mas.." I asked because the phone is closer if he took it.

"take it yourself baby." he joked, but his right hand still tidied the phone for me.

"hello, why did the midnight neng call" I said pretending to be upset after shifting the green circle on the phone.

"That's tau mbak, there are guests in the villa below, he said he was the friend of your husband's lecturer" he said

Firhan stretched out his body, pressed his head against my thigh so I could gently wipe his hair.

"oh, it's no problem, it's already in the guest room right..? What time did he come..?"

I asked Azalea I looked at my husband who was busy playing my curly hair that was stretched forward.

"from abis isya, yes.. I also sleep in a guest villa. Where do you know the intruder. Haha." Azalea ended the call.

"why yank..?" Ask Firhan.

My angry face I can't hide, my mind is fighting arguments, since Azalea said there was a woman far away coming from Medan to a house on the edge of the pine forest just for looking for Firhan. Oh sure enough, maybe Firhan had another woman before marrying me, or don't let her be the woman Firhan was dating but she refused. Or he's Firhan's brother who's loved hearing Firhan's stories since he was a kid. But the form is a woman, why did not I ask Azalea whether the woman is beautiful or not. My heart does not stop blaming myself

"hi's.. Honey.." Firhan's words made me realize from daydreaming, I just shook my head unable to express it.

" There was a guest said Azalea, she was a woman and she was looking for you mas." I was lethargic

" I've never known a woman in my entire life except my mother, my cousin who was also a lecturer, then you." her answer made me look up, her eyes told me honestly her face said no lie. I smiled making his gloomy face come to a relief.

" Or should we make sure who's coming..?" my proposal

" No, tomorrow. We have to rest, tomorrow after dawn, all the way down." he replied I agreed. But there was one feeling that stuck in my heart if I didn't make sure tonight, Firhan began to close his eyes that were already red from drowsiness, I looked at his face. He's honest I'm sure he won't lie to me, I always hoped, that this belief didn't produce disappointment about him. About a man now sleeping by my side, a man who loved to read and practice the Sunnah of the Prophet. Who has dared to come to my house, beg me with his hand and give me the best dowry.

My pink baby gems blend with dusty pink headscarves, between the pine trees my husband and I stand waiting for the beautiful sun to emerge as the light peeks out from behind the pine trees. The curiosity within me had not paid off before seeing the figure looking for my husband, the morning no longer dimmed the light little by little appeared to illuminate the world.

"your steps are very fast." commented my husband saw my steps are not as slow as walking with him. I think I can no longer for this second to go slow, my curiosity peaked, especially when my steps came to the downhill road leading to Villa. This is the only way to get to the villa. My house in the crush agro-tourism pine trees and villa garden owned by my father.

I saw her, the figure of a woman in a light purple veil with small lace on each side of her hijab.

"He's my cousin I told you about." my husband held back my hurried steps towards the purple-veiled girl.

If he's Mas Firhan's cousin then why last night did he claim to be a friend.

"Why are you holding my hand..?" ask me confused

"i just wanted to show her that this is my wife I always take with my hands. Which will always be by my side "he replied with a smile. My mouth rounded then smiled a sign I agreed with the answer. My curiosity paid off, just a cousin. However, I do not want my husband to mingle with other women, not my desire and not my hope of having a man who is easy to get along with many women.

It seems true, jealousy does not know anyone, be it neighbors and even brothers.

"old brother? Since when did you come here..?"

Ask my husband from behind his back, apparently from earlier he was enjoying the view of dawn on the side of the terrace villa garden.

Hearing my husband's voice, he looked up.

"Omak surprise you" replied the woman in front of me with the perfect terrain accent made my husband grin.

"all night came abis isya'.

Oh so this is apparently your wife.?"

"iyya your super duper's pretty wife. Yasmine Adelia Avecenna's mistress."

I extended a hand

"he's well-known, I'm Yasmine Adelia."

Lazy lazy chicken he responded to my helping hand with his somewhat forced smile.

"Amrina." short answer to the beginning of the meeting. I was a bit hit but I'm sure it's friendly enough for Medan people to talk to Javanese.

Firhan gave time for me and sister Rina to chat, a day after Firhan's agreement told me that one of his family was not in agreement with this too sudden marriage. And she was the one, a woman who was now sitting opposite me on a round table containing a vase of pink flowers.

"you didn't marry my brother because of the car, did you? Or did you tease him first?"

He asked in a furious tone, as if he could no longer be contained. But I have prepared this, will more often my ears hear the usual speech for the habit of Medan people but become snapped if who hear Javanese like me.

"no, I'm not that kind of woman" I replied. I couldn't hold back any more, I dragged my foot away from him after I apologized for not being able to continue the conversation with him again. I left Firhan who was pouring tea inside the villa. I let him and his brother talk to each other.

For the first time for me to hear the Outer Javanese speak, I felt snapped by him. Although I'm not sure if it was snapped from him or indeed his accent.

My steps halted in the courtyard, I turned my head back hoping Firhan was chasing me. But I was wrong, maybe Firhan needs a lot of space and time to explain to his brother about our good intentions to build a household.

Anyway still I'm jealous of letting him be alone with his brother.

Why would I run away from the villa if the Firhan I told you about was inside. My anger in my heart.

I had always hoped things would improve, the extended family would approve of my marriage, because in any case in my future and Firhan would be a problem if things concerning disagreements were allowed. I'm sure of that, I wish my heart was strong, Firhan's on my side.

"i know you're jealous, I told her to come home this morning."the embrace of Firhan from behind my body, I turned around and spilled my pent-up sadness on her. May my tears represent my fear of the future.

But being with you, hugging your body and letting tears flow wet your shirt makes me comfortable. This way I'm sure I can get through the problems in my future with you.