Marrying a Friend
Caught
After we hugged and waved at Isti and mother while separated in the parking lot, Firhan and I got into the car and went home. He was still driving at normal speed.
Now, the clock perched on top of the car dashboard, has shown at half-ten p.m. The cold of the night is now getting into the cavities, which I assume is not because of the car's space cooler which makes the man instantly lower his temperature, then pulls me to get closer to him. The other unused hand was driving, grabbing me and covering me with his tuxedo. At least, to make this body not too cold.
"Are you okay?" the question is starting to get anxious.
The voice sounded so close to my listener's senses, as his head rested on his chest and shoulders which were so comfortable.
I squirmed slowly in his embrace and nodded. “Very.” Akuiku.
That big, warm hand is currently rubbing my hair gently and slowly, “Sleep!” tell Firhan when you hear a yawning sound.
I looked up at the serious face for a moment who was looking straight ahead while watching the road from earlier. It is like seeing a star in a clear night sky. Very beautiful and peaceful. It feels very grateful, having a husband and family leader like him. He really always saved my life and gave me a wonderful miracle that even what I dreamed of was— which was considered impossible, it happened. This kinship, the gentle rubbing of the mother that still feels .. thank you, my Husband. Thank you for this wonderful love I have always dreamed of.
He glanced for a moment and our eyes met to make him immediately waver in dimness, so that makes a weak smile due to the effects of sleepiness and fatigue now appear and again yawn. He smiled, then gently rubbed my dripping tears at the corner of the eye and almost wet his shoulder. The gentle kiss on the top of my head surprised me a little, then the next second I replied with just a smile.
"What?"
"What is what?" my question was to look back at those beautiful eyes full of questions and make Firhan's forehead wrinkle that could still be seen deep into this dimness.
The man rolled his eyes and refocused his eyes forward.
I chuckled and re-drawn my body while curling up in the warm embrace of the man. Firhan's face was so beautiful when in the light wrought dimness that penetrated the car glass. A face that looked so serious, but also like thinking of something. I don't know what's on this charming guy's mind. But really, it makes me not want to take my eyes off him, as if, not want to miss a second.
"What's up, honey?" he asked while I was still looking at him, after momentarily immersing his head in the chest of his field until he clasped tightly warmly. The man's eyes occasionally glanced at me while still watching the road ahead.
Oh, I know what he meant.
“Thank you,” my whisper made him turn his head immediately to ask. "thank you for everything, Fir, Really, I'm so happy tonight," I continued muttering in a smile and then trying to lean in Firhan's arms to reach the white cheeks, then dyed and made him smile warmly. He rubbed my head for a moment.
"Thank you back, honey. And, thank you for receiving them, too,"
I shook my head while smiling warmly,
"No! I'm the one who should thank you. Thank you, they loved me, gave me the opportunity to feel the warmth and love of family, especially a mother and sister who really it was such perfect happiness," muttering in a smile while looking blankly that makes the memories and faces of my parents flashed a moment in thought and made these two eyes sparkle.
Firhan's embrace tightened and became vitamin—an encouragement that flowed instantaneously in the nerves along with a momentary peck at the tip of my head for the second time. We were silent and busy with our own thoughts.
Again I yawned and his hand rubbed my head again while immersing in his chest, making me close my eyes enjoying the scent of the owner of this body and immediately smelled so fragrant. Last I heard, My enchanting husband sang Right Here Waiting For You from song owner Richard Marx, which sounded so soft. Favorite song with the owner of a beautiful voice that is so melodious, which he just sang in his warm still. A beautiful voice so close was heard in the ears, as if wearing earphones from an ipod like carrying flying to such a beautiful place.
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My body wriggled in a blanket of blue silk, gnawing slowly, and observing the quite spacious room, the place where I was at the moment. A dimly lit room with weak yellowish lighting from lights located on the right side of the table.
The room temperature, which was not too cold and came from the air conditioner, now touched the skin as it lifted the blanket from my body and rose from the bed, looking around for a light switch. Slightly closed, when the sparkle of the lights blurred after successfully finding a switch that was not far from the bed and turned on the lighting object, then blinked and observed this room again.
Some wedding photos are displayed on the wall that is decorating the room and also photos of the other two of us with ordinary moments but quite adorable. Yes, this is our room. But that guy is not here. I don't know where he was after he brought me here—asumsiku of course he was the culprit who took me in our room because there is no one else in this house—entah he is where at the moment.
The rooms were a little dim as I went down the stairs and passed by, looking around for the living room, the living room, the mushollah, but again there was nothing. In fact, the man's nose was all right, I didn't see it. Especially when looking in the bathroom and toilet. I searched everywhere, but still could not find it. Again a sigh sounded from my mouth.
Where the hell is he? It feels uncomfortable, if not with the guy full of surprises!
A room not far from the middle room, which is only wide open without a door attached, with the light from the room that came out shining around it makes this room instantly make me comfortable when entering and observing it. The room is quite spacious, the size is almost the same as the kitchen space. Some storefront cabinets filled with various books, deliberately placed and decorated in every corner of this room.
To the south, precisely in the middle of which surrounded the storefront, a large table painted with fresh chocolate was placed there which was standing solidly with decorations on it some wedding picture frames and pictures of myself, a pen filled with stationery, and a picture of me, some sheets of paper and archives are pretty messy, and a white laptop is now open and on.
Right next to a nearby table, an unmarked maroon sofa was deliberately placed there. And what makes the atmosphere in this room more comfortable is, every wall in the green paint garden that resembles dense trees by surrounding it so that anyone enters it, instantly it felt like being in a real garden filled with green plants and trees. The atmosphere is so exotic and beautiful, like being in the middle of lush green trees in the open.
Comfort will be felt again, when looking up the ceiling painted in blue night with a special lighted paint sprinkled with stars and crescent moons. Truly, it feels peace and comfort at all times, and then it travels through every nerve and blood vessel. In fact, lying down while staring at the ceiling, was like floating into space.
What makes me more between full of admiration and keenness is, when my feet are so comfortable and soft in the middle of the expanse of green garden fur carpet like a vast expanse of grass, it replaces it as a floor. I still didn't expect, Firhan's mind reached that detail.
Yes, he really likes the smell of nature, especially when learning and solving problems in the open. And I, for the first time while with her, I just entered her favorite room—of course—ini is so beautiful. We did hire a maid to take care of this house because she wouldn't let me take care of the house with great difficulty, except cooking—and that's what I asked her for, because for me, it's, the harmony and love of the family will be so closely intertwined and grow is when you take care of it from your own hands that will blend together in the soul and ingrained in every body in the family— usually they come five times a week. The ones that handle dirty clothes and dishes, clean the front yard and stuff, and the ones that clean the whole house.
After stepping over and around the table, then looked closely at the laptop that is now in front of me. I wondered what the man was doing until this late night and left his wife alone in the room. At first glance, when I passed in the middle room, the wall clock did show two o'clock.
I was glued, when I saw that there was an email from Firhan's sister that had apparently been read, but the man had not replied.
From: Isti Afraina Aarasy Zayn
About: Thank You
Date: 23 March 2009 01:59
For: Firhan Pradipta Zayn
Dear, dear brother.
The Firhan Pradipta Zayn
beautiful, Brother.
Thank you for tonight. Mom and I are so happy.
Isti-Raina, sir,
Architect and Desaigner - The Rain
The hand that had been holding the mouse that was flickering by the color lights, was now busy scrolling upwards looking for what was making this curiosity satisfied.
Breathing just comes out of the mouth.
Ah, true! There were several emails from Isti and replies from Firhan. I opened one by one from the beginning
From: Isti Afraina Aarasy Zayn
About: Hi, Brother.
Date: 22 March 2009 22:25
For: Firhan Pradipta Zayn
Dear, dear brother.
How's it going? Are brother and sister-in-law okay? We miss you guys!
Isti-Raina, sir,
Architect and Desaigner - The Rain
From: Firhan Pradipta Zayn
Other: News?
Date: 22 March 2009 22:45
To: Isti Afraina Aarasy Zayn
Dear, my sweet dear sister.
Thank God, brother is fine, so is Nesya. Thanks, yes, for the attention.
A miss? What if we meet?
Firhana,
CEO-IT. Ambassador Zayn Holding
From: Isti Afraina Aarasy Zayn
About: Good idea, Big brother genius.
Date: 22 March 2009 22:58
For: Firhan Pradipta Zayn
Really? Then, I'll tell mom, she'll be happy.
Said Mother, we dinner at Restaurant Bandar Djakarta only, which is in Ancol. Invite Sister-in-law as well, mother is very eager to meet also with sister Nesya.
Isti-Raina
Architect and Desaigner - The Rain
From: Firhan Pradipta Zayn
Question: Good idea too, sweet lady.
Date: 22 March 2009 23:02
To: Isti Afraina Aarasy Zayn
Okay, this is gonna be a nice surprise for Nesya. I can't wait, our family will be dinner together.
Oh yeah, mom's not asleep?
Firhan
CEO-IT. Ambassador Zayn Holding
From: Isti Afraina Aarasy Zayn
Question: We are gossiping, hahaha
Date: 22 March 2009 23:06
For: Firhan Pradipta Zayn
Yes, mother has not slept, especially very happy when sister told this pleasant news.mother is beside me at this time. Oh yes, sister, said the mother, the middle name of the sister company, make the mother happy and proud, the mother did not even expect. Why didn't you ever tell us about it?
Isti-Raina
Architect and Desaigner - The Rain
From: Firhan Pradipta Zayn
Question: Don't make me sick, honey
Date: 22 March 2009 23:08
To: Isti Afraina Aarasy Zayn
It was a long time ago, and big brother didn't want to show off either, hehe
It's a long story, honey. Brother story sometime.
Brother happy mom happy. Oh yeah, honey, are you coming?
Firhan
CEO-IT. Ambassador Zayn Holding
From: Isti Afraina Aarasy Zayn
Date: 22 March 2009 23:27
For: Firhan Pradipta Zayn
Sis, don't be sad, but father won't be present. He did not want to meet Nesya's brother and sister. We tried to persuade dad, but …
But we promise, brother, will persuade him again, keep the spirit!
Isti-Raina
Architect and Desaigner - The Rain
From: Firhan Pradipta Zayn
Question: Maybe not the time
Date: 22 March 2009 23:29
To: Isti Afraina Aarasy Zayn
It's okay, meeting you two alone, brother is already very happy and grateful.
Again, thanks for the attention and the spirit, my sweet.
Firhan
CEO-IT. Ambassador Zayn Holding
From: Isti Afraina Aarasy Zayn
About: Thank You Back
Date: 22 March 2009 23:34
For: Firhan Pradipta Zayn
I said, patient, brother. God willing, everything passes quickly. Oh yes, tomorrow night, in Bandar Djakarta!
See you, Sis. Take care of yourself there. Greetings, hug, and kiss. We love you!
Isti-Raina
Architect and Desaigner - The Rain
From: Firhan Pradipta Zayn
Related: Looking forward to a beautiful day, tomorrow.
Date: 22 March 2009 23:38
To: Isti Afraina Aarasy Zayn
Tell mom, thank you for her love and passion, God willing, Aamiin.
God willing, Honey. I'll see you tomorrow.
Greetings kiss and love to you. You, mom and dad. Take care of yourself and your health too, yes, dear. Take care too, our paradise is there. We love you, so miss you. God can be reunited. And, thank you so much more, my sweet sister tirelessly helped unite us all. All right, don't reply, go to sleep.
Do not make the mother sick and linger staying up late again. Next time, promise not to stay up again. Brother also already wants to go up to the room to sleep, bye.
Ps: I hope you're always okay, especially Dad.
Firhan
CEO-IT. Ambassador Zayn Holding
I sighed, then wiped the tears that had been dripping down my cheek earlier.
I could feel the longing for my husband. And he's been good at hiding all that from me all this time. Either because I take care of my feelings that don't want to make me sad, or because he doesn't want to talk about them. I don't know, obviously, whatever it takes, Lord, I want to make my angel happy.
Oh God, you know he is innocent. Don't let her suffer for so long like this too with her sister and mother just tap me. Put it together, God, please? This heart is so sore and tight.
"Nesya? You here?” The soft voice made me flinch and turn towards the sound that was always heard and apparently Firhan who was standing in the doorway holding a piece of coffee.
The look on his face was astonished and there was a faint frown visible on his forehead.
He came up to me and put his drink on the table, then pulled me to sit on the soft sofa.
Oh, he's from making coffee.
His spiky hair was messy and only wore boxer pants without a single piece of clothing that showed the chest of the field.
"I told you not to be shirtless at night like this, the night air is not good for your health and why not wake me up to make you coffee?"
I looked at that shady face that was so warm staring with an expression made angry, but only a smile was visible from that face while wiping this messy hair after approaching.
"I told you, you're not good at acting antagonists like that, so stop." Timpal Firhan turned with sarcasm and a seductive look.
I whipped and snorted, but could not help but smile this silly, then leaned my head against Firhan's chest which made her smile, while looking at the beautiful ceiling. It was like being on the beach and just being alone with her. This place really makes me comfortable with the atmosphere.
"I can't bear to trouble my wife in these late-night hours. After all, I don't want to disturb his good sleep. About the clothes, sorry. It's not that I didn't hear you, honey, it's just that it's so hot. I don't really like turning on the air conditioner if my brain is busy solving work problems" Firhan interrupted with a mutter that made my cheek feel heated.
Trying to hold a smile as much as possible, but again a radiant smile is visible. Again, strange new habits and things I know.
the man now rubs my hair gently. "Why wake up, honey?" it was over Firhan who made me half-close while still leaning his head on his chest, wrapping his hands around the man's waist.
"Maybe .. because there's no you,"
She smiles. "Have you cried?" for a moment we stared at each other instantly with the expression of the beautiful face changed with frown.
Oh, I know what he meant.
"To be precise, moved. But feel guilty too,"
Firhan just looked questioningly still did not understand.
"Sorry, but I accidentally read an email from Isti." My next.
Firhan then improved his sitting position, as I no longer leaned my head against the sturdy, athletic chest. A smile was visible on his face.
"Oh, you found it. Intentionally, that's okay, honey. But don't repeat, will you? You got it, right? Such an attitude is impolite,"
Again made me blush and nod obediently. “Sorry,” my sigh again which makes the smile on his face rise while nodding.
He's right! It is very rude to secretly use what is not ours, especially without the permission of the owner. And this is the one I like about him, he's sometimes a parent, a brother, a friend, a friend, a husband. Always remind and advise with gentleness.
"Now, by the way! Don't feel guilty," she said, making me look at her. "It's not your fault. So please, don't say that again" she continued.
My clumsy smile melted into her warm shady eyes, after a small nod. And this makes me want to cry, moved.
"So that's the real reason you weren't there?" askaku after a moment of silence and then spoke again, after clearing his throat while his mother rubbed the palm of my hand that was in her hand.
I looked seriously and only answered the sweet smile on Firhan's face. Long enough the man was silent and lowered his head which made me still wait, then his face lifted.
"What?" I urge you to try again.
That silly yet dazzling smile again seemed. Not directly answer.
Habits!
Again, I was still waiting, though my smile started to faintly rise. For some reason, there are traits or behavior that make me smile and anxious, but at the same time it sucks.
“Sorry, if I had lied to you earlier, that you were busy. I just don't want you to be disappointed and sad,” admit you're still after silence.
“Yes, I get it, honey. And sorry too, for asking such a thing in an inappropriate atmosphere,”
He nodded in a smile, then pulled my head back against his chest and momentarily kissed these heads.
“By the way, My wife, just woke up from sleep still looks beautiful." Firhan's sudden murmur that managed to make a smile rise wide touched eyes that could no longer hold back when he rewinded his head from her to look at her.
I have to admit, again, he made me blush and sat down.
Oh, again he managed to divert and was good at changing the atmosphere to warm up again.
Instantly a sigh of resignation sounded.
Free to urge this enchanting man, he had a thousand ways to divert continuously.
"So, you often leave me sleeping alone in the room?"
Firhan's laughter sounded after rolling his eyes. "I'm sorry, but there's work to be done, honey."
"I'm angry!"
And instead of being afraid or anxious, the ruckus was heard again, even this time in a mocking tone and staring at this silly face that was trying to be made up with an expression of pity on the man with his innocent face
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"Oh, huh? I just found out, someone's angry but telling me!" Firhan's sarcasm with a flickering glint of humor in his eyes and face made me unable to hide my happy expression and smile.
"The water? " my moans were spoiled and laughter broke out instantly, then pulled me in his arms.
"Here you go, let's go to sleep!" rayu Firhan after the laughter subsided and was about to stand up to rush me to the room.
"No without you, Fir. I don't want to sleep alone anymore, I just sleep here!" my elak groaned that wrapped his hands around his arms.
He smiled warmly. "Alright, we sleep in the room, but I save my job first, clean things up, then we sleep, okay?"
I nodded cheerfully full of smiles.
Firhan then rubbed my hair gently. Then landed a kiss on my forehead.
"Don't sleep there, yeah, your body might get sick, honey." His message gently looked warmly.
My smile spread wide while nodding obediently. He rushed to the big desk and started fiddling with his laptop.
I leaned against the sofa, looking at that serious face that was so beautiful from here that occasionally glanced at me then smiled sweetly. The sound from my mouth immediately made my eyes heavy. Maybe because the atmosphere is so comfortable and cold that makes these eyes forced to sleep.
I looked at that face again with a faint look. I don't know why I'm spoiled for that guy tonight. Perhaps, the effects of a pregnancy that has been running for five months.
He took a sip of coffee once in a while and seemed to start getting serious again while staring at his laptop while fiddling with the laptop and making me yawn again.
Ughhhh!
And between dreams or not, I vaguely heard a beautiful voice humming after that sweet kiss on my head, along with a feeling of floating like my body was lifted. The song, Right Here Waiting For You by Richard Marx. I fell asleep, in a warmth so comfortable, so comfortable, so silent, whether I was in a dream or not, in my half-conscious still closing my eyes, I prayed that I would never lose it.
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