Married To Chef Jutek

Sculpting Memories with You (Pov Melati)

That morning, Mama called Mister. Almost caught, fortunately Mr. Juna can divert the conversation. When they are talking over the phone. I got out of bed and opened the balcony. I sat outside enjoying the cold of the early morning air. Unable to bear the cold of the night I went in to pick up the blanket, Master watched me, but his mouth was still cool to tell Mama. I went back out and pressed the blanket on my body.

On the balcony are two sofas to look out at the ocean. I sat there imagining what my life would be like without my husband, but I couldn't be selfish, maybe it was meant to be?

"Darling .... " Mister's soft voice broke the daydream, I turned and smiled faintly. He sat beside me and gently stroked my head.

Still dark, maybe about 20 minutes more dawn azan reverberated.

"Why did Mama call at this hour, Mas?" my many.

"He was when he came home. Mas said the day after tomorrow, Mama asked Mas to come home today. He knows that he's in Bali."

"Or from whom, Mom?".

Then you were busy fiddling with his phone, and then showed it to me. There was a picture of him there. It turned out that Mr. was caught on a paparazzi camera sitting in a rattan chair, where we sat yesterday afternoon.

"Luckily, only Mas himself was caught on camera."

"So we go home today, Mom?"

"Yes, I had to darling. You're busy here too if Mas doesn't come home today."

I kept quiet, just smiled thinly and then looked back to the front. "Darling, you're okay, right?" I'm nodding.

"It's okay, Mom," I said, though this heart says otherwise.

The closer the farewell is.

"The cold as well" he said then got up from the chair and approached me. "Can you sit there?" tanyanya, I'm confused.

"By Mas" I stood and he sat down at my place. I was about to move into his chair, but as fast as lightning he pulled my body up until now I was sitting on his lap.

"Here you go, don't go anywhere." she asked, hugging and covering both of us with the blanket I was wearing.

"Prepare to pray dawn!" take me.

"Not Azan darling," he said tightened his embrace.

Master started being ignorant, playing the tip of his nose on my back neck, occasionally kissing him.

"Mas!"

"Emm" he said without stopping his activities.

"I'm afraid to go home." He stopped, then turned my body to the side, so we could meet.

"If you don't go home." He smiles.

"But pity Mama."

"Mas isn't going home yet. But Mama said that if she didn't come home today she would come here."

I'm Mangosteen. He stared at my face for a long time, tucking my hair behind my ears.

"Later after we get through it all, we'll be back here again for a real honeymoon."

I smiled, to be honest, I was pessimistic. I looked away, afraid to shed a tear, but Master directly guided this chin to look back at him. He said back.

"Never look at another." with a smile. "Whatever other people try to separate us, the stronger this love lives in our hearts. I'm just for you, and you're just for me."

"Are you sure we're a match?" I nodded while holding back the already glittering glass shale about to descend to the cheek. "Hopefully, not only did Mas always pray to be united, but you too." My chest began to tighten and a few drops of tears were shed as well.

The master wiped my tears gently.

"Don't cry anymore dear." she asked. "I promise it won't be long, I trust God for our love the way out." He hugged and kissed this forehead for a long time, while I could only keep quiet, trying to carve this sweet and warm moment in the heart, so that if later we were really apart, we would be completely separated, today will be a memory of togetherness that will not be forgotten.

Samar heard the sound of azan reverberating. We immediately cleaned ourselves up and prepared for the congregational dawn prayer. As usual I will read the Quran and you will listen to my reading.

Today we canceled a meeting with his two best friends. We went straight back to the capital because of Mama, but we promised one day we would come back here, to Bali for a real honeymoon.

***

Arrive at the airport. Master was groping the suitcase in hand while I was walking behind him. We are like a happy couple, I wear a mask to cover my face, while you wear sunglasses and a hat so people don't recognize you. Once caught on camera paparazzi, do not get caught again.

While walking, suddenly we saw Mama was waiting with Mr. Doctor and Mbok at the end there.

"Yuna!!" his yell.

The doctor signaled to me to keep my distance from you. Grateful Mask covers this face so Mama does not recognize. I walked slowly and slowly disappeared behind one of the pedestals in this airport building.

You still look at me occasionally looking for my existence. He immediately kissed Mama's hand with reverence and hugged her after he got there. While I can only peek behind this pole. Immediately I sent a chat to his phone so that you wouldn't worry.

[Mas, I'm hiding behind one of the masts at this airport. Don't worry, I can go home by myself.]

It appears that you reached into my phone and replied to my message.

[Later I'll have Mr. Gus pick you up. Wait here, don't go anywhere. Oh, my dear you!]

I just smiled, bitterly, and then replied to the message.

[I love you too, Mom. (Emot smile)]

Then they left from there. The master still turned his head and smiled at me, I waved back his smile, then they disappeared.

***

I have arrived at the apartment, I decided to go home alone without waiting for an invitation from Mr. Gus. You said he was still at the Doctor's house. I haven't even taken Revi yet, even though my heart has missed so much.

After the Isha prayer I stood on the balcony of the room. Staring at the flickering lights that were once given by Mr. Arjuna. The phone vibrated, it was the Goddess who called.

"Mel, are you home?"

"Udah, I'm in the apartment right now. Please tell me the same Flower Ma'am, tomorrow I pick up Revi ya!"

"Yes. Mel, are you okay? I've been beating everything out of Mama." I take my eyes off.

"I'm fine, Dew."

"You're patient, yes! I'll help do'a I hope there's a best way out for you."

"Thank you, yeah!"

"Yes, I hung up the phone. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Okay, Waalaikumsalam." I said in a hoarse voice. The farewell felt closer.

I sat down, drowned my face between my arms, and cried.