MEDICINE FOR MY HUSBAND

CHAPTER 1

MEDICINE FOR MY HUSBAND

I put the medicine perngs4ng in my hand. Should I do it so Mas Danu will touch me then we can have a child? I took a breath, hesitating.

My husband, it's cold. Also irit says. Pwndiah. Every time I ask, I,

"Mas, have you eaten yet?"

He said, "It's already."

"You want me to make you some tea, Mom?"

"No."

"Will I boil some water for a bath?"

"Yes." Yeah."

I sometimes get surprised. Is saying a little longer will make him strep throat or even acute abdominal pain? Not infrequently, my lips clenched tightly due to lack of words. He always answered, never asked back.

Indeed, even though Mas Danu was handsome, tall and slender, clean-skinned and had an intoxicating look, he was not my ideal husband. Maybe, for all women. It's not romantic. Stiff as a banana. Don't imagine how the atmosphere is when we have a couple relationship. That never happened. Or maybe ... not yet? Never mind doing as newly married couples do, kissing the forehead only fitting kabul ijab.

If the reason for not doing 'that' is because you don't like it, why did you want to marry me?

I am, obviously, willing to build a household with him because of the monetary rewards of his mother who is not small. Enough, it is, to pay off Dad's debt so that the house full of memories with the late mother will not be sold. So, it's stupid if I don't want to marry the guy who owns a lot of the studio, that's it, handsome too. All swimming, drinking water.

Still carved fresh in memory, when first met with him. He lay weak in a hospital bed, unconscious. Tika took me to her.

My master's son accidentally hit him on the road in front of the park. He rewards money that is not small as long as I want to routinely visit his victims as an expression of regret for driving a car in a state of turmoil. I'll agree. Until finally, Mas Danu's mother asked that I want to be his son's wife in exchange for money.

So, I'm purely married without love. Just for the money, while he .. I don't know. Don't know. He never complained about his problems, as if I were a stranger. Saban hari, I pump the spirit to continue to be patient. It is a strong principle that love inevitably grows with the passing of time. It's a bit old-fashioned, but that's how I survive.

The sound of a knock from the front made me immediately put the medicine into my pants pocket, quickly stand up and step quickly towards the living room. As usual, I greeted her with a smile on my lips. A wife should look nice in front of her husband, right? No matter to him, maybe I'm just a display. Or maybe ... helper?

"Will I boil some water for a bath?" This is my routine question. He who had just been tearing himself up on the sofa looked so tired, immediately nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

I glanced at the clock, it was 9 p.m. I looked at her for a moment and then headed for the kitchen. After turning on the stove and putting down the pot filled with water, I took out a small package from the pants pocket. It's from the mother-in-law. While staring at the small object in hand, I was weighing. Should do?

I took a deep breath, trying to dampen the roar of the chest as I imagined it. Said the mother-in-law, this is a stimulant drug. Wonderful, why did you know we never did 'em? Know-know he came, asked his ex is already pregnant or not, then give this. Should do? Feelings are doubted again. Doing it out of medication rather than of my own accord.. duh.. I closed my eyes, high degree of confusion.

Mas Danu approached right after I prepared the water for him. Without further ado, he closed the bathroom door. Not long after, there was the sound of water falling on the floor. Do it, no, huh? The face of the mother-in-law was so hopeful that we would soon give her a grandchild. Then, shadowing the face of the father who looked at me pity. Father may be able to feel the household of the child that does not run in harmony

Taking a breath, I tried to steady my heart. Then with trembling hands, put a grain of medicine into the newly made tea glass. Who knows if I'm pregnant, our relationship is getting closer. The couple is married.

"I've made you some tea" I said as he walked out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. As a normal woman, I kind of fluttered to see her just dressed like that.

"Yes." Yeah."

He entered the room, locked it. While I immediately brought the warm tea towards the front room. It has become a routine, sitting in front for a while while looking at the report sent through WA, only after that went to sleep.

"Diminum, Mas," I said with my heart racing as he sat next to me. Mas Danu nodded, grabbed the HP on the sofa, then got busy with something out of nowhere.

"Drink, Mas, it'll be cold."

Not digubris. He was drowning in his activities. Should we wait for him in the room? Well, bete also dicueki.

A few minutes later, when the drowsiness began to make the eyes feel heavy, I felt Mas Danu's hand touch my shoulder from behind. Her warm breath hit the top of my head. Makes great rumbles. Heart jerking tightening chest. This is the first experience. It feels tense not playing.

I closed my eyes as he turned my body to face him. His hand moved to touch my cheek. He whispered softly in the ear, "Syafitri, I miss you so much. Finally, you came to me too."

The pleasant feeling that had made the body react strangely, just crashed. I woke up with a painful heart. Who's Syafitri?

"Shyafitri ...." He moved closer, cupping my face with both hands. Staring deeply. The longing full-eyed light was ..clear for another girl. I bite my lips, holding back the growing pain.

"I'm Liana, Mas. Your wife."

"Shyafitri ...." He tried to hug me.

I'm not strong anymore. Nor does he want to do so by imagining the wife as another girl. I can't afford it. Although originally married for money, but this is so stifling chest. So hurtful.

I stood up and exited the room sobbing, ran to the next room, locked it, and leaned against the door crying. I can't ignore the blow that keeps the door shaking. Hearts and feelings are just as painful. Is it wrong for me to be hurt because he mentioned another woman's name? Although married originally for money, but, I really meant to be a good wife. But in fact, everything proved meaningless.

"Syafitri, open the door. Is that guy more important than me? Sya. Unlock door. Shaaa."

I closed my eyes, sobbing. Before long, I heard another noise.

Part 2

I slowly opened my eyes as I echoed the dawn. I jumped in surprise when the door opened, it turned out that Mas Danu was asleep with her head leaning against the wall. After quieting the roar of the chest, I stepped slowly towards the bathroom, fulfilling his obligations, after which doing the usual activities while trying to forget the events of last night.

"I prepared breakfast." I glanced at him as Mas Danu approached in neat clothes. He glanced at me, then sat down at the dinner table, slowly sipping coffee.

I took a breath, no further chat. Can't he apologize for last night misrecognizing his wife? Expecting his forgiveness, it seemed like a ridiculous thing. Can't he not remember? Feeling uncomfortable, I finally grabbed a broom. It's better to struggle with busyness than to continue feeling awkward like this.

"That last night ...."

Silent. I waited for his words with my chest rumbling.

"I'm sorry."

I let out a breath. Just like that? Can't explain? I bite my lips. Long enough to wait, he did not continue. I finally left her, tidying up the house while singing in a cheerful tone. No matter how heart feels broken. The painful feeling was unspeakable. Who doesn't get hurt when the husband calls another girl on their first night?

I let out a breath. The hand moved slowly wiping away the dripping tears. I returned to singing in a cheerful tone as he stepped past me with a black bag in hand.

"I eat at home."

"Yes." Yeah." I wasn't looking at him. Tumbens. Does this stiff man feel guilty? I don't think he has any feelings.

"Rome at 5."

I sighed as I heard the sound of the door closing from the outside. Then he sighed again when he remembered that, the longest sentence that had ever slid from his mouth as long as we were officially married. Is this the beginning of our relationship to be awakened?

Remembering the name of another woman, I bit my lip. I guess I was too hopeful.

***

As promised, he came home at exactly 5 p.m. He went straight to the bathroom, then approached me at the dining table who was waiting for him with an awkward and uncomfortable feeling. The silence kept hugging us. Without a word, I picked it up rice and side dishes. He immediately ate it. Silent. Only the sound of a spoon clashing with a plate enlivened this room.

"I'm full already." Then I headed towards the middle room. While waiting for Azan, I turn on the television. The heart almost jumped when it saw Mas Danu following sitting next to me.

I glanced at. What he wants, actually. If it only makes it awkward, there should be no need to get close. Look, this stiff man is just silent like a rock. His gaze focused on the television screen that was displaying a soft drink advertisement. Her fingers tapped her knees. Alaah, advertising alone is very focused like that.

"Tumben's coming home fast." Actually a little upset because it's always me who ends the silence. But how else, husband and wife like a stranger. Surprisingly, men have no initiative to start. Say sorry, cake, then explain, cake. Open a small talk, cake. Totally insensitive. Worth it, the woman he judged stayed away. Who is at home with such a super quiet guy?

I'm throats. Then glanced at him cynically.

"So early this morning I said."

"Remember, really! I usually go home at nine in the evening. Tumbens!" cynical kataku.

He looked, frowning. Maybe it's surprising because it's not usually his wife said in a high tone. Whatever, he wants to feel how. I was acting like a cue even though my heart was beating so much. I grabbed the drinking water and sipped it slowly to ward off the nervous. From the corner of his eye, he was watching me. Makes my chest keep rustling weird.

"You'd rather I go home at night?"

"Not so," I said after the cough subsided.

He looked at me long enough. Really make a wrong behavior. Six months married, this is the first. Steady of this seintens.

"However, you usually go home at 9."

"Customers are getting more and more. I'm looking for an assistant."

"Ooh, that's it."

He mute. Focus on the television screen. The silence between us makes me uncomfortable. Never mind, better just go. Just about to move on, he said,

"You want us to go on a honeymoon?"

"What?"

"Honeymoon," he repeated, this time looking at me. After 6 months, he finally invited her to go have fun. Did he do it because he felt guilty?

"Why suddenly? Do you feel guilty for last night .. emp ...."

"Have just got time. There was no assistant."

I really can't believe last night's events could make him say longer than usual. Does he feel so guilty? I looked at Mas Danu suspiciously. He turned, his gaze back on the television screen. You heartless man. Can't you persuade? Malulah, yes, if you immediately nod yes. Who knows, the honeymoon will be the beginning of our closeness.

The pqnjang silence. Quickly persuade dong, Maas. My mind, looking at him expectantly. But, this annoying man did not look back at all. He laughed a little at the damn thing. I tried to reprimand him by exhaling a strong breath. He turned his head, frowned, then returned to the television screen.

"No need to be."

I bit my lips holding in a growl. Then he quickly left it with a laugh. He laughed on the television screen. How annoying! It was like, wanting to turn around then smash his expressionless face with a stone.

Part 3

Mas Danu came back home in the afternoon. We eat without talking. More precisely, since he came home, there was absolutely no discussion. I who usually first reprimand for example asking whether to make coffee or not, choose to make it directly with my mouth clenched. It was deliberately doing so to stimulate Mas Danu to open the conversation. But he did not speak at all. His mouth kept tight.

Actually, I'm married to a man or a thing, anyway? How totally insensitive, huh?

I looked at him annoyed. I guess I'll just have to talk about the point.

"So mom came, Mas. Mom says, why we have children for so long."

It was a great relief after saying it, but afterwards, feeling very embarrassed. Hopefully by giving frills 'said mother' he did not prejudiced strangely. She asked if I was pregnant or not a week ago.

Mas Danu looked at me, then hurriedly grabbed his tea glass, immediately drank it until it ran aground.

"You want us to do it?" Stare fixed.

I'm dumbfounded. Chest rumbles great. Who would not be shocked at such a question? Can you do it without wondering? Is the woman before doing 'it' always asked so by her partner?

I try not to look like I'm being misbehaved. "Mother asked him this afternoon, not me, Mas."

"Last noon?" Mas Danu frowned. He bribed the food and continued, "last noon mom went to the studio with her friends."

The deg! My heart was about to jump out of its sockets. My face warmed up for a moment. I took a deep breath, trying to relax the tension. Mas Danu must have thought I was the one who wanted it.

While trying to shake off the embarrassment, I said, "Actually, it was already a week ago that mom said it. But I just told you."

He frowned. Looked at long enough. "Oh," said.

Then he went back to eating. The shame kept on fighting in my heart. I bribed the rice while looking down, hoping that it would go first.

"You want us to do it?"

"What?" ask me without looking at him.

"Have a son."

Silent for long enough. With a cold hot body I looked up, immediately finding his pair of eyes staring intently. I bite my lips. Nodding would make me very embarrassed. Especially if he doesn't want that. Finally, instead of answering, I asked a new question.

"How are you?"

He was silent for quite a while. I swallowed spit. It took me a long time to answer. Is the girl named Syafitri more important? My eyes are heating up. I try to strengthen my heart. "Don't cry, Li. Don't." Don't."

"Let's go on a honeymoon."

I reflexively looked at him.

"I've booked the resort. Tomorrow morning we leave for Jakarta."

I looked at him annoyed. Can't he really say it first? Maybe, if I could hold back, he would've said he'd take the honeymoon. I'm really sorry, but it's already gone. I quickly ate my food and then left it without a word. Should tomorrow-tomorrow not have to say anything so that he took the initiative to open the conversation first? I nodded, apparently, I should be selling a little expensive from now on. Must.

***

The journey from Lampung to Jakarta is exhausting. Along the way, I slept more. Start to really enjoy the trip when the car driven by Mas Danu passes Serang. I was engrossed in watching the tall buildings, not caring about Mas Danu who occasionally turned his head and frowned in wonder.

I lowered the window glass as the car entered the resort area. There is a mermaid statue wearing kemben, below it, seen some people are berselfi ria. Mas Danu immediately descended on one of the buildings and re-entered shortly afterwards. The car drove back, passed the buildings nuanced nature and finally stopped in one of the unique buildings shaped ship.

"Down" he said as he opened the car door. I immediately came down, turned around and looked around in amazement. The beach is glistened by colorful lights.

Upon arrival in the room, I immediately crumpled on a soft mattress. While Mas Danu headed for the bathroom.

"No shower?" He came out in a bathrobe. His face looked fresh after shampooing.

I immediately woke up. "Mandi, I'm not that bad."

He did not answer, only combed his hair and sat by the window. I'll be in the bathroom soon. What after this we'll do 'that? How do I get started? Is it me, or should I move first? Duuhs. My chest is pounding harder at the thought of the no-no.

The knock on the door made me immediately stop the bathing activity. Danu has changed clothes. Wearing a bright red sweatshirt that makes his body look athletic as well as jeans below the knee.

"Aren't you hungry? I was waiting for you."

"Oh." That's all that comes out of my mouth. Feeling a little embarrassed for imagining the no-no. Mas Danu's right, we should have dinner first.

I picked out one shirt in the bag, immediately turned around to head to the bathroom.

"Don't you want to start?"

"meaning?" I looked at him not understanding.

"Why do you want to change clothes in the bathroom? Don't you want to start connecting further with me?"

I swallowed spit. This is the longest sentence of his. As well as a heartless sentence.

"Yes, but ...."

"Why? Embarrassed?"

He's either human or not, anyway. Trivial things that are certainly the answer should be asked. Looks like he really has to be killed.

"That's what I asked you yesterday, do you seriously want to do?"

Mas Danu looked at me. I was wearing a bathrobe, but felt stripped. It feels really uncomfortable. The heart suddenly beats fast. All right, I closed my eyes. Anyway, wearing an interior. One. Two. Three. I really hope that insensitive man turns away, but in fact, Mas Danu's gaze remains fixed here.