Married To Chef Jutek

Barbie Giant (Pov Jasmine)

That afternoon we were sitting waiting for the sunset on the beach Kuta, Bali. The roar of the beach waves became friends here. We sat on the beach, I laid my head on Mr. Arjuna's shoulder.

Over time twilight sunbins peek at the end of the beach, yellowish light bias looks very beautiful through the horizon. The children were running around us, there were selfies and capturing this moment.

"Mas .... " Call me wirih.

He looked up and kissed the top of this head. I closed my eyes, enjoying our company, glued a hug to this stocky arm. Maybe soon we won't be like this.

"Why, Honey?" tanyanya answered my call.

"Where is Mama?"

"So morning Mas had a VC, Mama was better. He can already smile, his breathing apparatus has also been removed."

"Alhamdulillah .... "

"Darling." call him soft.

"Yes." Yeah."

Master sat cross-legged facing me, then stared into these eyeballs. I smile.

"Don't you hate Mama?" I'm shaking. "If other people must have hated Mama, but you don't. It's not wrong that I love this heart to you."

I smile. "Mas, I understand Mama's position. After all, I don't want you to lose the affection of a mother, like me." My eyes started to heat up when I talked about my mom. "Since childhood, I've never felt it, Mas. I wish I could feel that warmth one day, and God gave me a chance to meet Mama. At that time I could feel the warmth of a mother's affection. Mama treated me very gently, like her own son, not like a daughter-in-law. His embrace, his way of speaking, his attention." I kept quiet, swallowed the saliva a few times and then lowered my head. "All that makes me feel, it turns out this is what it's like to have a mother who loves us sincerely."

I turned my eyes away, and wiped away the water point peering at the end of the eye.

"But Mama's been unfair with you, honey." Master rubbed my cheek gently.

"Aren't we going to try to win her heart, Mom." I assure you, I look into your clear eyes with confidence.

Master smiled faintly, he fixed my wind-blown hijab.

"Yes, we will win his heart" he said. Back we stared into the ocean, enjoying the beauty of the sunlight.

"Dear."

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'll never be able to talk to you."

"But I have to, because I don't want to lie to Mama anymore." My heart is sliced, sore.

"Mas has to say, that talaq, in front, Mama." Strayed, my voice chimes while holding tight. Master turned, it seemed he knew the uneasiness of my heart.

"Thank you for understanding this situation Honey," he said with reddened eyes, I nodded with my chin furrowed and brows furrowed. Trying as hard as possible so that these tears do not spill, even though the glass shale has shimmering forcing want to fall into the cheek.

The master hugged and propped his chin on his head. At once I closed and poured out all the water that had been standing in my eyes.

***

"Hello honey how are you?" ask me on VC with Revi.

"Where is Teacher and Teacher? Why wasn't Revi invited? ask her with pursed lips.

I was lying on the bed with Mister, looking at each other and trying to smile.

"Because the same time Om Master left, Revi was still sleeping. So pity to wake up, just go home again darling," said Mister.

"Yes, yeah!"

"Yes" I answered briefly, smiling. "Honey to learn with Mother Flower first, can not be naughty, must be obedient and diligent study, yes!" my orders.

"Ready Mama Jasmine."

"What do you want to bring?"

"What, huh?"

"Giant barbie doll, is there?"

"Make what? It's doll!" The master pointed at my face. "The hair is the same, the hair is the same, the hair is different. If Barbie has long hair, if Mama Melati wears hijab. This is Barbie Muslim her name."

"Mas, what the hell!" my face is flat looking at it.

"Not laugh, you will not bring souvenirs!"

"Yes, Mom, sorry!" I smile.

Next I spoke with Mbak Bunga, asking the news of the Father and other families. Thank God all are in good health. Including aunt Dinda and Dewi.

We talked for a long time, after saying hello I turned off the phone. Sir is no longer in the room. It turned out that he was standing in front of a window, staring out at the vastness of the ocean. I smiled and approached him. Hugged his body from behind.

"Udah call?" tanyakanya.

"Hu um."

"How are you and others?"

"All are healthy."

Silent.

"Mas."

"Yes, honey."

"Later after Mas say talak, I want to work. Because it's no longer my right to use the facilities of Mas."

He looked up, then took off his embrace. The master turned and looked.

"What then? You stayed in that apartment with Dad and the others. I'll go back to the old house. I don't want you to be away from me."

"But, Mas!"

"St!! There can be no rejection. I'll give the apartment to you. I'll make a restaurant for you."

"Mas, but later Mama ...."

"That's your right, Mas will ask Gilsa to take care of all that before yelling at you."

I just shut up. Dare not argue.

"I don't want to see you being difficult" he said again immersing me in the arms.

***

The next morning, the sound of an alarm woke me up. Master is still asleep, I pull up the blanket and head to the bathroom. After the bath I woke up Master for the congregational dawn prayer. Instead of waking up he pulled my body back into the blanket and hugged.

"Mas pray first" I whispered. "Later to hunt abis time. It's five o'clock, Mom." My position was half lying on its side facing him, I was still holding my head so as not to lie on the pillow.

Sir just shut up.

"Mas!"

"How to build a real dong," he said.

"What is the real way?" my many.

"Pake love. Because I no longer see you in the morning like this."

Master opened his eyes, I smiled bitterly. Sad to remember the parting, I put my face together and kissed her forehead warm. I looked at him a long time ago and kissed him on both cheeks.

"First prayer first, Mas. We do'a together, may Mama quickly open her heart" I whispered in her ear.

The master smiled, then sat up. He went straight to the bathroom to clean himself and ablaze. While waiting I stretched out two prayer mats and put on a mukena.

I waited for my priest to come. Not how long you are ready with his cocktail and peci cupluk. He just put himself in front of me.

"Allahuacabar ... "

We pray together. I know I will miss moments like this. Where he stood before me, imitating me, teaching tajwid to me.

'Our dragons may be separate, Mas. But rest assured this soul and heart are always on you. Maybe God gave us a chance to miss each other, to improve each other first. I, Melati Kusuma, will always say your name in my every prayer, this is my promise.'

After the prayer I taught. Master sat in front of me, listening to my reading, occasionally he kissed my face-covered shoots of my head while smiling warmly.