Marrying a Friend

Firhan

The rain out there sounded very heavy, like it was about to beat our debate and rumble in this heart. Nesya just told me something that surprised me. Answering questions that asked the cause of swollen eyes and traces of tears in his eyes yesterday afternoon. I had just asked him that, in a cold afternoon in the background the sound of heavy rain out there that was again rumbling in the sky horizon.

"So, you met Dian?" he asked while looking at the face that was staring at me seriously.

"Don't ask that stupid question, Firhan. I'm sure he told you about his feelings for you, and you hurt him!"

"I told you, I didn't hurt her! Dian has repeatedly expressed her feelings, but I don't want to hurt her more by giving false hope to her true love that keeps her hoping, Nesya. I want him to find his true love. Trust me, there's no intention to hurt Dian, please?" obviously I tried to convince while holding my wife's cold hand, while looking at her who was still confused and frustrating really possessed me my current mind that was starting to tangle.

"Fir, if one day I ask you to marry—"

"Don't think stupid! My wife is only one and will remain one forever,"

Really, I can't stop thinking, what's on Nesya's mind right now!

"But why do you prefer me the—"

"I love you, love you so much! This love grows by itself when you make me live, when you also want to learn to love me and give half your heart and life. When you always strengthen me who is not only my best friend until now, but also my life friend until anytime,”

I took a breath and then looked at him in the shade in his hooking eyes.

“You know, I don't care how and who you are, no matter how perfect a woman tries to get into my life. I don't care, Nesya! To me, you are more than anything and will not be compared to anyone! How can a part of my life not be better than someone else? No, Nesya! You, Mom, Isti and Dad, there's nothing better than that, you're everything" I explained as I clasped the girl's face.

His tears were happy. As if, the glare of Nesya's eyes was about to say thank you, then hugged me so tightly.

"I visited my father yesterday morning,"

His confession let our embrace slip, then looked at him for a moment.

"Why hide all that, Fir? Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" nesya's view was questionable and serious as she quickly added.

I stood up, looking out at the window I was approaching. It was still raining outside, but not too heavy.

I now insert both hands between these hairs.

Nesya went to see Dad? What's he doing there?

My heavy breath just came out. I miss the middle-aged man even more. Even miss stubborn and decisive.

"At that time, I and Isti met— accidentally in the Restaurant parking lot when I was going home—after my last meeting with Dian to ask her to accompany you when I wasn't with you, at least. In short, Isti asked me to see my father because he was sick, but he was still hard on his decision."

"What it is that makes you look like.… "

I nodded and knew where the question was going.

"That makes me sad and cry. I purposely didn't tell you, just because I didn't want to make you sad anymore, Nesya, quite the last time you heard my anger and got dragged into it,"

Nesya's view disagreed over the idea which made her shake her head quickly.

"No! Because it's my fault! I broke you and separated a mother from her son, a sister from her sister. I caused it, Fir! So, how can you say—"

"Nothing is wrong! Maybe, this is the way to go, and stop blaming yourself!" my elak insisted as he approached her.

I don't know when he'll understand.

"Why not tell dad exactly what happened?" tanya Nesya looked at this face with demand after a moment of silence.

The smile on this face appeared, then pulled my wife in an embrace. Gently peeked at her fragrant hair, then hugged back so tightly.

Oh, my God, I need him! Why is it so complicated, anyway?

Again a heavy sigh was heard, but still in this embrace. "I don't want you to be insulted in front of them, nor do I want others to think negatively about you. To me, you remain my honorable and flawless Nesyaku. Not because of anything, but indeed the person in you who is like this, Nesya who is honorable and perfect, also beautiful," my embrace grew tighter.

Oh my God, I love him so much, please take care of him and don't separate us!

"Oh yeah, why suddenly ask Dian to take care of me?" asked Nesya who suddenly let go of our embrace after again, a moment of silence between us.

I took a deep breath, then let out a heavy sigh.

It was as if he had summed up all this. Did he make the list?

His fatigue was heard and made my face even more frowning in wonder. “Don't think of anything, I just memorize your expression if you're pretentious but confused. Well, come of topic, why ask him like that? All I know is, you wouldn't be so protective if you weren't anxious. What's the matter, Firhan? What happened?”

The jaw suddenly hardened and rolled his eyes without looking at him. I sigh in surrender.

Ah, he's still the same! Still smart in his cleverness. Maybe it should be, it's time.

"Before I called Dian to meet, Daniel saw me."

Hearing that last name, Nesya's countenance turned pale. "Oh . Is that why he was chasing me in the Mall back then?" The mutter that the girl had unwittingly burst out of her mouth, made me startle.

Nesya's view was empty as if daydreaming and remembering something.

Daniel met him at the Mall? Oh my God, I remember! Nesya was the story at the time.

"And that night, the mysterious caller, he was Daniel! I can recognize her voice, especially when she says she misses me, Firhan," Nesya admitted with a stupefied look remembering something.

My memory was immediately carried away, that night, Nesya was shocked after picking up the phone from someone I didn't know.

So Daniel is the guy? He made my wife suffer like that?

Again my jaws hardened and clenched my mouth. The fist was now tight and it felt like flying to meet him and vent this anger. But, no! I don't want to make Nesya sad for the arrogant act that has really taken hold of me and really, this hand is really itching to hit something.

I flinched as the cold hand touched my hand and tried hard to smile as best I could, showing that she was fine. Quite a shaking hand and trying to calm me down in his touch. Again I pulled the girl in this warm deckap, closed my eyes, hoping that the anger that was still whacky and domineering would subside, while imagining the beautiful face of the girl I was hugging at this time. Divert as much as possible.

Usually the smile and the face of Nesyayang comes to mind that always makes me calm in anger and anxiety that is disturbing.

"Is ... Dad okay?"

Nesya nodded in a hug. "It's getting better."

Ah, that great figure. I miss him so much, especially his jokes and over-anxiety being so protective.

My smile was so loose that it opened in my closed eyes, as the memories were replayed in my mind.

"I told my father the truth ... "

She was silent, like she was waiting, waiting for my reaction—asumsiku—who purposely held back from staying calm in front of my wife and did not want to make her more anxious again.

Again I close my arms while closing my eyes and imagining Nesya's smiling face.

"What did you say?" The sound that came out was almost whispered and briefly shrunk the head of Nesya while still hugging her.

"Most of you keep quiet, like you realize something, and .. reminisce about your time with your handsome son."

"Oh, huh?"

A smile flashed instantly on my face in eyes still closed. The new information became immune and energizing—happiness on my nerves. He nodded slowly in the embrace.

"I also gave pianika as a birthday present for dad, in your name." His admittance that instantly made this hug come off and looked at him with a spotlight of disbelief.

“Really?”

Nodded. "Yes! Wasn't her birthday yesterday, as you've told her, right? When we were friends first. Dad's favorite musical instrument?"

This nod and smile made Nesya smile sweetly. I pulled him back in my arms.

“You still remember it, huh?” my murmurs don't believe in cribs.

“Of course, I still remember all about us, everything you told me! Ice cream, Paris, and Hellyped.... “

My embrace is getting tighter. The new information makes this smile unbearable. A big smile that was so happy in the eyes that were still closed. It was like a gap that had been covered in darkness.

Really, it feels like a booster vitamin to me.

It turns out that this fun is happy, especially having a beautiful and best wife like her. Thank you, My wife.

"Thank you, my dear." My sigh was in a clutch and still in the closed eyes that just came out.

"Thank you, my dear husband. But, there was no word of thanks for the same father," my smile widened in closed eyes.

“Thank you for everything, and for that memory,”

He was silent, but my shoulders felt a gentle kiss. His hand now rubbed my back for a moment, then tightened back his two hands that were hugging me so tightly.

“I love you, Fir.” Nesya's muttering that almost whispered like making the look of this face beaming in a happy blush. I kissed her head and hugged her tightly.

“And I am very,” I whispered in a smile.

"So, no more secrets?" he said while releasing a hug.

“Can't my romantic moment be created long ago? I just enjoyed my happiness and my wife's sweet attitude, but it was ruined!” I murmured with annoyance.

“What?”

The girl only chuckled in her innocent face, but as mocking. He then approached me closer in front of me, stared fixedly at her in a seductive smile, then took my hands and cupped them together to hold them in front of us while holding them with both hands.

“Sorry?” nesya's face pleaded in a seductive tone of voice after peeping the hand that was in the middle of the hand and cupped this until my smile was bursting.

I then kissed her forehead. And, "Promise!" my light ripple instantly promised in itself, as our little hands clung to each other, then pulled me back in its arms. The big smile of the beautiful girl in front of me was dazzling.

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"So, when do we leave?" Nesya asked curiously while busy cooking food for me of course.

This afternoon he cooked the Vegetable Martabak, at my request and I just watched as he waited patiently at the kitchen bar table. For some reason, I want to eat typical foods that come from India, even Nesya meledek said that I had cravings too.

It's up to him, anything! I could see my wife laughing like that.

"Hey, in question, how come, daydreaming? With a smile look again!" seductive Nesya who made me jerk and smile widely.

"Lifted, huh? Surprise, right?" I chimed in reminding him that made him sigh resignedly.

"The risk of having a husband is full of surprises!" sulk Nesya with a tone of voice that almost whispered, while saving for a moment the dough that he had kneaded and had become.

And it made me smile while shaking my head and keeping an eye on it.

"What's up, honey?"

"There's nothing."

Nesya forced her wide smile and all she saw was a silly and funny smile, making me chuckle and she retorted with a pursed lip after sticking out her tongue. Then, he went on to slice onions, vegetables, corned beef, sausages and all the ingredients, then mix in a whisk of eggs that were again whipped by that beautiful and shrewd hand.

"If we arrive in Makassar, I want to go—"

"The third plan and beyond was a surprise! And I know what I'm doing and what you want, honey," my wife pouted in annoyance and it was comforting that made this smile silently flounder.

"Did they not come?" asked Nesya on the sidelines to cook it.

Oh, I know what he means, is our family!

"No! I told you, our honeymoon, so it's our special day!"

The timid smile that was trying to hide in his lowered eyes and focus on his cooking, I vaguely saw it. It did not take long, Martabak special ala dear wife has been so and she presents in front of me instantly.

"I'll take a shower first, then walk with you!" Excited Nesya who immediately leaned her body to kiss her cheek, after taking off the apron and approaching me.

"OK, Honey. Trim’s over Martabak delicious."

"Thank you back. Happy eating!" Exclaim him again, then leave me alone to eat at the kitchen bar.

Just the third mouthful, the sound of the doorbell rang out which forced me to open the door.

I don't know who's visiting at dusk.

"You're Firhan?" that rude voice rang out which made a friendly smile on this face, as it opened the door and saw her standing before me—when it felt like the atmosphere was turning ugly.

"Yes. Sorry, who are you and who are you looking for?” I was confused and astonished who was still friendly to the tall man with his black hair. The glare of his eyes was so sharp with flashes of anger and defensiveness.

"You! You're the one I'm looking for!" knock the oriental-faced man while pressing his vocabulary and making my allis frown.

What was? Who her?

"Sorry, man, but I really don't understand. What's the matter? I just saw you, too,"

"What problem do you have? What did you do to make Dian cry until now, after meeting you at the restaurant?"

Dian? Dian who does that mean? Dian's Nesya's best friend, huh? Is he his fiancee? Juan?

Then, wait. Dian crying? Oh, blimey! I remember the time I had an argument with Dian at the Resto.

"You Juan?"

The strapping man who was aligned with my posture sounded snorting and smiling cunningly.

"I'm asking you! You idiot! Just so you know, I really don't like to see my love cry, and I'm sure you can understand that" the ringed man who was Juan, apparently, dian's fiancee and rolled her eyes while looking at me sharply with a glare of hatred and fury in those eyes, at the end of the sentence that sounded a glimmer of threat in her tone

He was still looking sharp and defensive with a furious look as he passed away, which I only looked at until I got into his van black white and slowly lost the passing.

When I had just stepped a few meters to go back in and continued eating, the bell again sounded and made me sigh while closing my eyes.

What else is Juan back?

I turned around and stepped back to the main door, then opened it.

A tall man with a tired, thin face and his lesion. The look of her face was pale with black eye bags—as if not sleeping for days with eyes filled with hope but empty, now standing before me with wide eyes shocked.

Him again! Here it is, the man who made my girl suffer!

"What's wrong?" the defensive sound that came out of my mouth made his face turn pleading.

"I need to talk to you, Firhan. Please?"

A sigh that was trying to be patient and suppress my anger rang out at this moment, then it immediately revolted and rumbled in my chest, as this pair of eyes looked at him.

"What else do you want to explain, Daniel?"

"Please, may I speak with Nesya?"

Heh, that's right! After what you did to him?

My jaw hardened and clenched my mouth, my eyes for a moment looked coldly at this shameless man.

"I don't want to make a fuss with you. So please, Daniel, please, understand! I think you know Nesya better than I do" I said, trying to be patient and trying to speak kindly with her, hoping that she would understand if it had been like this, then about to close the door, and then, but it was intercepted by holding that door from closing.

"I beg you, Firhan? And he's still my girlfriend, too, to this day!"

That statement, as if making my blood trying to calm down, went up to the brain and boiled. My chest roared loudly and felt sick of hearing those words. I really don't like being detected in my listener's senses.

Enough's enough! You woke up a sleeping lion, man!

Instantly, it leaped at him with a sharp gaze full of anger and that fist landed several times on his face which made it repeatedly tumble to the ground without giving him any mercy and a chance to talk. Again and again for some reason, the hand continued to roar and float on Daniel's face violently and violently without any resistance from him which was like letting himself be like that.

"I'M BEGGING TO LIVE ONE LAST TIME?" daniel shouted in between his breath and the ringing of his pain as I was about to punch him back in the face.

And that, made me manage to stop this furious blow.

My gaze still looked at him sharply, but my mind now turned shocked and confused by his words. There was a strange and meaningful sense in that sentence, but I knew what, as if to explain something that.…

"Please, to live last time?" repeated Daniel again, but in a barely whispering intonation and in between his cough while holding his chest.

The tyrannical face was very pale with several bruises and bruises on the lip and on Daniel's white cheeks. A speck of blood stuck to the edge of the lip and was ignored.

What's up with him?

A glimmer of void glint and no life there seemed to be looking at me who was so hopeful and begging.

Again the sentence was played back in my brain clearly, like there was something in that sentence.

Unknowingly, this hand stretched out to help him stand up. He grabbed it and smiled faintly in a ringing as he stood up.

"Come tomorrow. I need some time to woo her first,"

I don't know what I'm gonna tell my wife. Oh, myGod!

"Thank you, I won't forget that." Daniel's sigh in the ringing and his battered and pale face now seemed to be turning radiant, like a drop of life had touched his life. Pity and guilt instantly seeped into my nerves.

"Thank you for taking care of him, too, my friend." The tone of the voice sounded so sincere with the face still beaming and smiling happily while staring and hugging me who was still speechlessly confused, then patting slowly on this shoulder repeatedly.

"Get yourself!"

For some reason, those anxious words just came out of my mouth, even though they sounded flat. I don't know what's going on, but my mind just wants to tell him this.

Daniel smiled, then looked down.

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