Marrying a Friend

Suddenly

After serving the food— that has heated— in the plate and bowl, I then rushed to bring it to the dining table. However, when he turned around, quite surprised when he saw Firhan was smiling seductively and raised his eyebrows repeatedly while sitting on one of the dining table chairs while his hands rested on the dining table and supported his face. He smiled widely, but I could see that there was a trace of humor in both eyes that were staring and paying attention.

"When was it there?" timpalku looked at her, then resumed my activities to serve food at the large round table full of floral motifs.

The man smiled sillyly, then slipped the fingers of his right hand on the black hair that was still wet and looked messy.

I admit, I'm a little amazed to see his behavior if it's always like that. I don't know.

"Umm, when, huh? Maybe before you think about me any further!"

Whahuh?

I could feel for a moment my eyes widen, but the hardness just came out of my mouth.

"Thinking? Too confident!" my snort contained humor that made her smile dazzlingly.

Ah, why is this kid always fascinated, anyway? Ughhhh!

"Of course." He muttered softly, which made me lift my face instantly while arranging food on the table.

"Yes, I don't know why I always fascinate the people around me, especially my beautiful wife!" he again admitted enthusiastically and confidently.

Widened eyes in disbelief as to what I was hearing that instantly looked at this face with radiance and teasing.

I don't know where my mind is coming from. Sometimes he was amazed and amazed. It is possible that he inherited from the shaman to know the contents of other people's minds, or he dribbled from the shaman who out of nowhere, or ... Again my original silly thoughts, making me laugh suddenly and then shook my head in concern. I then filled the water in the glass.

“What?”

“What is it?”

Firhan sighed and smiled while the two eyes were still staring and watching my movements. “Then why laugh?”

“No!” my elak was light with an innocent who instantly boasted a smile.

The man smiled as he looked strangely again.

“What, anyway?”

His smile again appeared, then looked at me for a moment with a narrowed look. Then, “I know. You're thinking of me, right?” guess what is true and make yourself lost is quite amazed, but quickly control yourself.

My wedge laughter rang out in this room and only made her frown in wonder as her eyes were still watching, then ignored her and continued my activity of serving food.

"Sometimes, you amaze me," I muttered with a smile, but turned my back on the man.

"No, you always amaze me, think of me even when he's busy in the kitchen." I showed an amused smile. My cheeks are warming.

I don't know where he's from.

Breathing sounds instantly. "Alright, Master fortune teller, it's time to eat and stop teasing me!"

Firhan grinned, then chuckled then nodded gently with his sweet smile. Sometimes I still can't believe, the husband in front of me right now is my husband, my own best friend. And I just found out, she can be romantic in the slightest thing. I think I'm just good at all subjects.

I cook for him dinner this time is Chicken Saute, Oseng Tempe Spicy Petis, Kari Jengkol Spicy Santan, Soto Spinach Tofu Sawi. And greedily, my husband ate his food after I filled the food on his plate according to his favorite of course.

“Omong-by the way, what business was it until it was too late to go home?” ask me on the sidelines of this silence.

Firhan became silent for a moment, the look on his face changed and his mouth stopped chewing. However, at the next second, he chewed back and the gaze warmed back, although that glimmer of surprise was still visible in his beautiful eyes.

The man grabbed a glass of water in front of him and drank. Then, "Oh, it's not an office thing, anyway, honey, but take it easy, it's just a young, ordinary business." Lightly raise your shoulders at the end of the sentence.

A knotty smile appeared in a nod and grabbed the glass and then gulped down my water.

"Oh yeah, where are you going today?" firhan asked looking as if remembering something. His eyes this time were serious.

"Not going anywhere, just at home,"

"You're okay at home, right? There's no problem?"

Wait, the question sounds like it contains something .. I don't know, I don't understand either.

I nodded and—wait! Shoulder slumped? She relax? Wh why? What makes him tense? Actually, what happened to him?

Firhan briefly smiled knots at me, then resumed eating in silence. Throughout it, we were silent eating and busy with our own thoughts.

* * *

Today was exhausting. I shop alone without my best friend, Dian. This time shopping alone with no one. Not much to buy, just a few tshirts and dresses to wear at home and travel, also a fresh blue shirt with transparent checkered motifs that I deliberately bought for Firhan when passing looking for what is good to wear, and also a blue garden and maroon tie with unique motifs.

By late afternoon, the Mall in the city center is really crowded. At first glance, a glance at the blue clock motif that is circular on the wrist has shown at three in the afternoon. I hurried and decided to go home. After all, it's been a busy cooking hour drowning myself in the kitchen to cook my husband who's about to come home soon.

I stepped out to go to the parking area, coincidentally the private driver and the car used earlier here deliberately parked outside, not in the basemant. A week ago, Firhan did recruit a middle-aged man who would be a private driver at our home—just on the grounds of not wanting anything to happen to me if riding another vehicle, he strongly insisted I be escorted by the private driver.

While busy checking the groceries in the shopping bag while walking towards the parking lot, someone not far a few meters from where I was standing looked stunned. Exactly from the north, across the street, he shouted my name which made me look up to raise my face towards the source of the voice.

A tall and tall man with blue khakinya jeans and a white tshirt and black skull jacket—my first hand—who was glaring at me with a surprised look there. He momentarily nodded as our eyes met and the current teardrops flowed freely on my cheeks. Shocked, shocked, and then a split second later, anger and hate flowed instantaneously in the nerves and blood vessels.

My chest rumbled, reeling, sore and tight, screaming to refuse to look at his innocent face.

Daniel's? Is he here? My mind was shocked and could not believe what I saw.

Again, these silly tears flowed again.

Anger, hate, dislike, disgust, and panic start to tease. His pale white face was still glaring in disbelief. I flinched, then wiped these stupid tears.

But, again, there is, just flowing.

"THEN?" he shouted again as I ran away.

At first glance, when turning his head to look back to make sure, it seemed he was running after me.

I ran, ran and ran among the people who passed by. Running as hard as I can while holding this belly that has begun to grow, barreling with all I could and almost fell down when I stumbled to find out and immediately pushed me forward and managed to hold on to one of the long buildings that I don't know what his name in front of me.

Breaths began to be heard hunting and gasping for breath.

"THEN?" he shouted again from a distance there who was still trying to catch up, when I turned my head at a glance, then ran again.

I ran back, trying to hold back the stomach that began to attack the pain that was so painful, strengthen the legs that began to hurt and keep running through people who passed and even blocked my path.

Yeah, that's it! Gun sir, my personal driver!

I still ran up to him with breath still panting, he could not open the car door when he grabbed and opened the door in a hurry, then went inside full of fear.

For a moment, I saw, the look on Mr. Gun's face was astonished and full of questions about my attitude.

"The lady's okay?" after entering and sitting in the front seat of the driver, he glanced at the front rear view.

"Yes, Sir. Come on, let's go, hurry!" I cried quickly in between the roar of hunting breath and my panting trying to force.

Mr. Gun then nodded and drove the car at full speed. At a glance looking at the window of the car, Daniel was still trying to chase me with difficulty and his face was very pale. But, when I saw me in the car and left, he immediately stopped chasing while looking tired, sad, and full of regret.

I took a deep breath and sighed violently. My heart rate sounded loud and irregular.

I leaned this head against the car seat, wiping the tears occasionally while looking out the window and still trying to catch my breath.

“Do I need to call sir, Mistress?” tanyanya asked for permission who returned a glance at the rearview mirror anxiously.

“No, it's not necessary! Please, don't tell him anything. He is very easy to worry and panic,”

Gun sir nodded small. “Alright, Mistress.”

Then I leaned on the seat, trying to relax. Again, that pale face and the last time I met Daniel and I started brainwashing. Again, tears began to pool on the cheeks.

What does he really want?

I sighed, then returned to wipe away the tears.

The car had been traveling at normal speed, down a crowded street full of passing vehicles.

* * *

Firhan's car was parked in the front yard. My eyebrows frowned as I looked at the red Jazz sedan there which was not far from me while getting out of the car. Apparently, he came home quickly. Scroll on the wrist, it's only four in the afternoon.

Before entering, a quick glance at Mr. Gun, hinting to remind me of my request earlier at the same time calming and telling me that nothing would happen if the man could possibly know or at least guess. And, he nodded in understanding. Firhan was indeed good at reading someone's expression.

"Hey, are you home?" the answer was when we met in the living room. Her hair was wet, she had just taken a shower.

Firhan this afternoon wears his favorite white T-shirt with an Eiffel pattern. My eyebrows are again cringing.

What was? The couple?

My chin is wrinkled. Usually he wears it if he wants to travel casually with me, but this is at home.

What's up with him?

Her sweet smile was painted on her pure white face. "Why daydream, dear?"

My behavior is clumsy. I smiled wryly and shook my head softly, after clearing my throat. "Yes, I'm out shopping. Oh yeah, why did you suddenly come home early?"

He smiled meaningfully. Then, pull me up to sit on the sofa, next to him. The aroma is very fragrant, typical of bath soaps and favorite perfumes.

"Eh–Fir, sorry, I have to cook, I haven't had time to cook before going shopping." Pamitku who still holds my hand tightly.

"No problem, that's my goal." The ideal is light and makes my forehead wrinkled.

I looked at him in wonder. However, it turned confused as the expression turned defensive. His jaw hardened and there was a sad glint as well as dislike in his eyes, as both of his eyes were still staring.

"Why?"

"What's wrong?"

"What's up?" Firhan asked back which confused me even more. He sighed, but his expression and gaze did not change. Then, the next second, "You've been crying?"

The question made me instantly rub the edge of my eyelids with my fingers, but what I expected was nothing left there.

"Not that, but your eyes! Why is it so swollen? Who made it like that to the point that your beautiful eyes look ugly like this and blush?"

O-oh.

My gaze lowered.

"What's up, Nesya? Tell me? You usually tell stories,"

"Fir, I have to cook—"

"We'll be dinner outside! Tell me, "as fast as it is still in a defensive tone of voice without looking at me which instantly makes me stop as I hurry past.

I was silent, fixated with her demanding and probing gaze. "You know, don't you, I don't like it when someone makes what I have and care for, messes it up to make me hate to see it?"

I swallowed with difficulty and lowered my head. I know, he's very angry if anyone hurts me, it makes me cry even more.

"The water? " please have mercy on her as I raise my face looking at her sad, cold and angry eyes. Still trying to hide it.

“Do not force me to know everything to others, because you must know it is very dislike and more hurtful,”

Firhan let out a loud sigh full of frustration as he raised both hands while he sucked the fingers in his hair, then squeezed, then got up and stood up, turned his back, like thinking of something.

For a moment, the atmosphere became silent. I tried to swallow with difficulty that had hurt. It feels like a dry throat.

"T-so, when I was going home, I met Daniel at the Mall and he chased me—"

"Go! Take a shower and get dressed, then we'll have dinner!" she quickly got defensively without turning to look at me.

I see, her hand that was still in her hair looked stiff. For a moment, I looked at her sparkling, hesitating, then turned my body and stepped towards our room.

Just a few steps up the stairs, the sound of his angry screams was heard below and echoed in the room, followed by the sound of broken glass that was like being hit by something hard to break.

I shuddered in horror and gasped in shock at the sound, but my steps did not stop, without turning my head.

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