Marrying a Friend

Honeymoon

The journey is long. I was still curled up in Firhan's jacket while half holding me with my other hand driving. It feels tiring after traveling long distances again for the first time after a long time, really jet leg, especially just a few hours.

Basic suck!

Vaguely remembered in still drowsiness—played repeatedly in the mind, we met father, mother, and Isti at home. Yes, it all ended and re-integrated beautifully. They just drove us to the front of the house and promised to catch up with us and vacation there after giving us both honeymoon time of course.

The flight journey is just a few days away. The weather was quite friendly and we arrived in the city of Makassar without any obstacles. Everything went well. Firhan is still driving, along the city that is touted with the city of Daeng because it is famous for its Makassar tribe and culture.

And I, again badmood to ask him—t-end must still hide too. So, I chose to enjoy my sleep all the way. All I know, the red Yaris car is currently traveling at a normal speed.

The night sky of the city was quite bright and was still crowded with vehicles passing by in a faint view that was still sleepy.

"Fir, I'm so hungry."

A faint voice rang out from my mouth, making the man next to me chuckle amusedly.

"In his sleep he said it like that, delirious."

"I'm not delirious to know," my elak then yawned and was still in his closed eyes while still hugging half his body that was holding me.

"All right, dear lady. What do you want to eat?"

"Umm ... What, huh?" He chuckles again. And then, "My wife is apparently very jetleg, huh?"

I squirm in his arms. "Anything." I was lightly yawning again.

Really, it felt so comfortable to be in this man's arms. The last I felt, he kissed my head.

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Makassar, Indonesia

This morning the weather is very sunny but quite stinging, fortunately this air conditioner is very powerful.

I was standing on a balcony that was still covered in clear glass windows with a direct view to the courtyard of the house that was not spacious. Whether this is where, but rumah— I do not know who the owner of—ini seems to be located in the middle of elite-style housing. Yes, it may be housing.

This house is not large, but two-story. From the results of my search while peril observing that I assume this is the second floor, there are two bedrooms that are also not too broad and each has a bathroom. To the west near the tehel staircase leading down to the lower floor, it was left empty. And just to the north, there are two soft sofas colored dark peach with elongated clear table. The entire wall is painted in white with a few paintings attached. Just a landscape painting, nothing more.

The scent of omlet, tickling my nose which instantly made me look for the source of the scent. My stomach is really hungry and without a second thought, just wearing sleeping pajamas.

"Fir, are you cooking?" My voice made the tall, strapping man turn around and then smile at me.

It is easy to find this kitchen, just turn on the right side of the stairs, then there is a small corridor, then a mini kitchen is seen there complete with furniture.

"Morning, Honey!"

He peeped at me as he approached her, then served food on that not-so-big-patterned wooden table.

"I just found out you can cook." My God made her look while holding a smile.

He does cook at home sometimes, if I am lazy or see me exhausted. Yeah, a good cook. I admit, the cooking from his hands is indeed very good on my tongue.

"Sit down, honey, let's have breakfast. You want some fried rice?" pull out a chair for me and help me sit down.

I looked at him. He said fried rice, but the one on the table was just a few loaves of bread and omlet that he had made.

"I made it, of course," as he looked at my confusion while smiling sweetly. And the trouser looked as if smiling sweetly.

"no need. This is enough, my dear. Thank ye. I should've done this."

Firhan smiled.

"You're still jet leg and I see fatigue. I don't want to bother my pregnant wife. Eat, pity our son, he must be starving." Sahut Firhan smiled lovingly and then kissed the top of my head and rubbed my hair and stomach, then pulled out a chair and sat down next to me.

"What about your sleep, honey? Wakeless?" I nodded in my mouthful with this omlet sandwich.

"Oh yeah, whose house is this?" I asked as I took food for her while chewing my food. Her smile widened.

"Mate of friends. It just so happens that if they come here on vacation, they occupy this house. Are you comfortable here?" Just call me smiling.

"As long as you are, of course" the widened smile that made Firhan again scowl and wipe my hair, then gave him a plate containing omlet.

"So, are we spending time here? I mean, in this place?" I came back after chewing my food.

"No!"

"Then?"

He smiled meaningfully which again made me sigh.

Surprise again?

"Oh, I forgot who I was dealing with. The Master is full of surprises!" Firhan chuckled at hearing that term in this mutter.

We continued eating and chatting.

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The temperature in the city is warm but not stinging and cold. The bright white cloudy sky in the peninsula city of Makassar makes me and Firhan excited to surround this city.

After visiting the tomb of the mother and father located in the north, which is located right next to the heart of Makassar, Firhan then took me to the exotic beach. Losari Beach's! The famous tourist beach and is an icon in this city. The aroma of typical Banana Epe food now tickles our noses when entering the coastal area. We sit under the symbolism monument of the rickshaw statue while enjoying the view of the beach that presents the vast sea directly spread with waves that roll beautifully and sparkle, while enjoying a tinge of orange twilight and looking forward to the moment of sunset.

I sighed for a moment when I couldn't bear to see this amazing view. Such a beautiful spot. "Very beautiful!"

The atmosphere of this beach has been crowded—even some of the visitors here are foreign tourists from abroad who do not want to miss visiting this place—and some also enjoy typical snacks of this city.

This man didn't even take his hands off me.

"Have you ever been here?" tanyaku who now look straight ahead in the direction of the high sea.

"Yes! But, it's been a long time. When I was five years old, my mom and dad took me to this beach. You too, right?"

I chuckle. "Emm-hmm. Sometimes!"

My husband immediately shook his head with a faint frown and looked questioningly, making a smile on my lips and looked straight ahead again, after a moment of looking back at Firhan's astonished face.

"Didn't you live here a few years?"

I'm nodding. "I rarely visit tourist attractions. Yeah, after school, I just take the cake from stall to stall, and then the afternoon teaches until night."

He smiled as if remembering something, then his gaze returned straight ahead.

I did tell him about this when I asked him to tell me about my life, when we were just friends.

"But, by the way, I love this place!" sesahku cheerful.

"Me too!" muttered Firhan who was smiling and enjoying the scenery.

"Sometimes, I wonder, you're sanro, huh?" Firhan's brows frowned at me confused and questionable while teasing her, after we were in the car and looking at her with an amused smile while piling my elbows against the edge of the car window supporting my face.

"Sanro?" firhan asked in a curious yet puzzled tone, and it made me laugh.

"That means fortune teller, honey! That's indeed the accent of the regional language here."

He smiled, then shook his head repeatedly a sign of concern for my temptation when pinching this nose squash in his initial sentence. The look on his face is radiant.

Cars are now moving, leaving coastal areas that are starting to get more crowded, as well as roads that are now almost crowded by vehicles.

"Why do you wonder?" firhan asked with a face holding a smile while still watching the road.

"Because, umm ..you know everything, even now know which place I want to go to" she said, which made her smile.

"That's a matter of the heart, honey! You know, right?" firhan said while flirting with raising his eyebrows repeatedly.

"Oh, liver problems, huh?" Firhan nodded steadily and made me smile cunningly.

"How about a meal?" my bargain asked that made Firhan's face immediately look at the one who turned serious and the smile disappeared, when he looked at her with a sly smile.

"Remember, matters of the heart, right?" godaku again who instantly broke his smile and returned to pay attention to the road.

"Of course!"

"Where?" sambarku looked at him seriously.

This time, it was her turn to smile cunningly.

"Surprise again?" the man nodded steadily and made me snort while grumbling incoherently.

I folded my arms around my chest and chose to remain silent, enjoying the journey I longed for.

Not long after, Firhan's car stopped by the roadside right in front of a large shop that read big on the board with the inscription Coto Daeng. It is not far from the city center and the store is very crowded. Some were lined with parked motorcycles and also some cars. This shop is quite simple with tables and wooden chairs neatly arranged in it. Some people who were still outside stood in line, waiting for the fully filled benches, to become empty. At least there is a place to sit.

I looked sullenly at Firhan, as we were one of the consumers standing and just waiting for the people inside to finish eating. Moreover, when my stomach is very hungry, added with the aroma of spices typical food that is so appetizing. He smiled, then rubbed my hair and pulled me back into the car.

"Sit sweet in here, okay." Pinta Firhan after leading me to sit in the middle seat of the passenger whose legs are still pointing and resting on the doorstep of the car.

Firhan left the door of this car open. I haven't asked, he's gone.

I don't know what he wants.

Shortly after, he brought a bowl of food typical of this area which made me instantly smile widely.

But, why was he brought here?

A few people who were still around and who were passing by were observing us at the moment, but with no care, my husband smiled broadly at me. The cotonya has been put together with the rhombus slices by Firhan into this bowl. Usually the contents are in the form of innards and meat, but this is only the heart and flesh. Firhan has completely memorized my taste.

"Eat, Honey. I'm a bribe, huh?" Sahut Firhan who still makes me smile wide as he stands before me while offering sweetly.

"We eat out? In here?" the man nodded steadily.

"By seeing them?" Again the big smile and the steady nod was visible.

"Hey, the world belongs to us, doesn't it?" timpal Firhan reminded who was barely whispering and made me smile in embarrassment.

Really, it feels like my cheeks are really heating up.

At first glance I saw, some of them who had been watching us from earlier there were whispering while smiling, some were smiling while blatantly staring with a polite and curious look.

"But how do you know that this food is enjoyed with ketupat?" I asked to look at her as Firhan was about to bribe me.

She smiles.

"I asked the waiter to just put it together in his bowl when offering ketupat. Looks like he knows, I'm a newcomer here!"

"And this place? Know where?" Firhan let out a sigh and lowered his spoon in the bowl as he was about to try to bribe me, but I interrupted again which made him momentarily look at me warmly patiently.

I just stared at him with a plain face full of innocence and seriousness.

"Some on social media and some from friends! Are there any more questions, Miss unfortunately Firhan?" And it made me smile wide.

Whoa, he's pissed!

I like to look at his face like that. Funny expression.

Ckck, what a failed regret!

My gaze bowed as I tried hard to hold back the smile, although it finally rose silently and clucked in my mind.

"What's wrong?"

My face lifted and shook rapidly withstanding a smile.

He's sighing. Then, "Eat, honey?" her door looked down at me as she was about to feed.

"You don't eat? Why only one portion?" as I was again but his lips were tightly clenched while his hands were still raised to feed.

Just the glare of shady eyes looking at me made me grab the mouthful quickly, then smile innocent towards him that I deliberately made to look sweet.

He let out a sigh of relief, then stirred up the food.

"I'm not hungry, honey, you have to eat. After all, our child should also be nourished.

O-oh!

"You don't like it, do you?" the tone of my voice was careful which made Firhan raise his face and smile sweetly.

She shook her head. "Not that! The smell is very evocative and makes anyone who kisses it curious. It's just ... never tried it," murmured he admitted. This smile was in front of him.

I grabbed the spoon the man was holding, then fed it. "Come on? It's so delicious" I said, which made him gulp and look at me for a moment, then eat it when I feed him.

The look on his face instantly turned smiling and warm as he chewed without any more caution.

"really, right? I told you, this coto is really good. It's a special meal here that's a lot of fans,"

Firhan just smiled, then took back the spoon I was holding. Then, "Now it's your turn!" charge Firhan in his insistence, then we smile.

We eat while we feed each other, chat and joke. This cold night in Makassar really makes me happy.

It was cool to enjoy the atmosphere and coldness of this city again that I have never felt again for so long, with a clear sky full of stars.

Firhan was very fond of the food, even adding portions that were still the same while still enjoying on the side of the road - in the doorway of the car. The atmosphere of the shop was never empty of visitors. They were deliberately open twenty-four hours, even more late, more crowded.

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