Look at Me, My Husband
S3. Bag 35
Yogyakarta, the Student city holds many beautiful memories for Wira and Naina. Almost a decade, but in the end the struggle brought them back, together and here. Not alone, after so many years passed, Wira and Naina brought with them the fruits of their love to return to the city of Yogyakarta. The city where their relationship began.
Setting foot again in this city, Wira hopes to restore the intimacy between herself and Naina who had lost, lost love soon finds a way home and back to its owner.
That afternoon, after a night of rest in the hotel, Wira also brought Naina and Vienna across Malioboro Street.
“Nai, we meet first time here. Almost ten years ago ... You remember?” The hero parked his car on the side of the road.
Naina nodded. It's like being sucked into a magical door and back in time. The first time he met Wira, expressed love until his first kiss, all happened here.
Naina turned to the side, looking at the husband who was now looking at her closely and deeply.
“Ingin to repeat it?” ask Wira, thrusting her hand.
Doubtful, Naina welcomed her husband's hand.
“Include ... My name is Pratama Wirayudha, you can call me Wira.” The man smiled.
“Am I still as handsome as I was, Nai?” ask the hero again.
Naina turned her eyes out the car window, staring at the streets and people passing by. He used to pass here almost every day, on foot enjoying the dust and the hot sun.
“Yes, Mas. Much more handsome now,” said Naina after returning her gaze. The young mother looked inside her husband.
“Let's reset our first kiss, I miss her,” pinta Wira smiled.
Naina returned that smile, no less warm. “There's Vienna.” He turned back, looking at his joyful looking daughter looking at the car and passing by.
The hero looked in the same direction, the man seemed to think for a moment.
“Win, I want to kiss Mother. Can you close your eyes for a minute?” ask the hero frankly.
Vienna seemed to think.
“Mother is embarrassed if Vienna sees it. So can you please, Vienna, close your eyes first. Just a moment, son. After Mother, Father will kiss Vienna too,” Wira explained.
“Mas ...”
“Sstt .. at least this is better. Compared to our first kiss under the street lights and caught people.” The hero recalls the embarrassing moments that happened after their first kiss.
“There are people, Mas. I'll kiss you in the room. Not here,” reject Naina.
“I want to be here, Nai. Same kiss as before.”
Naina seemed to think for a moment before finally looking back at the back seat. The little girl closed her eyes tightly. The adorable beautiful face was frowning.
Cup. Naina kissed Wira shortly after crossing her body into the next chair. However, when the pregnant woman was about to pull her body back, the hand of the woman had already held her nape.
“Right kiss, Nai. Don't be so careless,” pinta Wira with a face that is parched.
Though hesitant, Naina complies. Leaving her lips open, Naina re-attached her lips to the lips of the Hero. Longer, more sincere and sweeter of course.
Almost five minutes, the tongues of the two twisted each other, spilling the taste that had been stored in the chest and could not be spoken. Both of Naina's hands were already writhing spoiled in place involuntarily, tightly twisting the woman's neck possessively. Likewise, Wira, he was swept away while rubbing Naina's back gently.
“Have beyum?” vienna shouted with eyes closed. He was no longer told to linger. The world of the little girl was dark with her tiny hands now closed both her eyes.
Hero chuckles. “Your daughter is exactly like you,” whispered Wira after taking off her kiss. A swab was placed on the cheek of the bully Naina.
“I hope my hero is similar to me,” he continued. Wira's swipe moves on his wife's big belly.
“Come, come, Son. It's your turn,” said Wira turned back and waited for Vienna.
Kissing on the left and right cheeks of Vienna, Wira showed a smile and praise. “Smart child. Thank you for your time and opportunity. Father saaa .. the Vienna,” said Wira.
“Wina ... also .. dear, Father.”
Wira's gaze turned on Naina, his wife was also staring at him. An unusual look.
“Why?” ask Wira, enforce her seat and get back to holding the wheel.
Naina shakes. “I miss you, Mas,” said Naina suddenly. The kiss of Vira disturbs the memories that had been thrown away, scraping past that had been buried deep. Yogyakarta made him reassemble pieces of the past that were broken apart due to the impact of divorce.
“Starting today do not have to hesitate to ask if you want my kiss,” said Wira, rubbing her lips. The man looked confident, just like the time he first met Naina.
Naina was stunned, staring at the man beside her unblinkingly.
“I'm yours, Nai. You deserve me. Whenever you ask, I will grant it. If you miss my embrace, my kiss, my embrace .. just come and ask me. I will soon give you all that warmth,” Wira said, turning to the side and blinking her eyes.
“You haven't said love to me in a long time. I miss you so much, Nai. You seem to have forgotten my terms.” The hero is back to flirting.
Naina stared in silence, her gaze not switching a second from the Hero. Since releasing her kiss, the pregnant woman continued to look at her husband as if afraid that the man would disappear.
“I don't want to say it now. I'll say it whenever I want.” Naina revealed what she was thinking. Returning to his seat, he looked straight ahead.
Hero chuckles. “Then where are we going? To your parents' graves?” bargain for Hero again.
“Ya, Mas.”
“Tomorrow early in the morning we go to the doctor, you need a doctor's letter to be able to fly back to Jakarta. It is impossible to give birth here, right,” said Wira suddenly while running his car.
Naina's speechless. Jakarta made him remember the events that brought him back to his homeland.
“Mas ...” Naina ventured to ask after all this while harboring.
“Hmm.”
“I saw your story in online media some time ago ...” Naina swallows saliva. Worrying about conveying his heart, but he felt he had to straighten it out now.
“She Sheilla. You've met him a few times.” The hero answered casually. The man felt a sense of warmth as Naina threw a question.
“What ... what is he ...” Naina hesitates, but her feelings are not calm even after the declaration of love of Wira and the man's dream of the continuation of their household in the future is enough to convince her.
“You're jealous?” todong Wira with a wry smile implied his happy feeling. Naina's jealousy signifies a love that has never been acknowledged. The hero needs that. Days waiting for Naina to show her jealousy, Wira is happy when Naina asks about Sheilla.
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