Muhasabah Love

Monica did not accept it

“Eum, Kasa ..” Myria stretched her hug once more. His two hands pushed the Space body for distance to be created. The gazes of the two humans fused together, then an offer from Myria sounded. “Better we sit. Not good chatting stand.”

The grim face that Space showed seemed to be unable to disappear. Just as Myria has thoughts everywhere, so does Space. The man was afraid of losing for the umpteenth time.

Bed was their choice. The couple sat face to face and looked at each other again. There are shakes of love that always arise at such times. Myria pursed her lips. She waited for her husband to speak for himself.

Slowly, Angkasa raised his hand to the wife's face. A gentle swipe was given to Myria's cheek while stalking her apologies. Whether necessary or not is actually sorry, but as Sakti said, Angkasa is also guilty.

“Promise not to be angry because of my story?” the Space said in a soft voice.

There was reluctant to agree to Space's request, but Myria needed a solution. Problems do not have to be allowed to drag on until they stretch the relationship. “Um.” He nodded slowly.

It feels hard to uncover a dark past, where he is quite naughty and makes parents angry. However, Angkasa does not want Myria to continue to misunderstand.

The black-blazed man took a breath, then said, “Erika used to be my betting victim at the race time, Myria. You know Galang, right?”

Myria tried to remember for a moment. It turns out that only a few seconds are needed to disassemble the memory during SMA. “Yeah, know. You ever told me.”

“Before Erika was with me, she was Galang's girlfriend. I ruined their relationship until Erika ended up with me. Maybe that's also the reason Erika cheated on me when I was in a coma.”

Myria's breath was stuck in her throat. His lips were silent and only the eyeballs were moving in an indeterminate direction. However, finally, he turned his gaze because his chest began to tighten.

The body clad in black robe was shifted. Myria's two changing eyes noticed the window curtains waving quietly as they were swept away by the cooling air.

“My ...” Call as gently as possible Space does. He didn't want to hurt his wife too far.

“What's that, Kasa?” ask Myria to fish for a follow-up story. “But why is Erika crazy about you?”

Breathing out from the lips of Space. There is a sense of objection when opening old wounds. However, in order to end the wife's misunderstanding, he continued. “Yes, the. There is nothing special actually. He said, I am better than Galang. I'm the only guy who doesn't want to sleep with.”

Earlier, Myria spontaneously turned her head. What did he just hear from Space's mouth? Sleeping together? Is it that bad the style of courting young people at High School? Moreover, it was her husband's relationship.

Myria's eyes started to heat up. He thought, his tears began to accumulate on the petals and ready to fall a few seconds more.

Myria's surprise was not welcomed. Space actually saw him with a smiling face. The man came forward and rubbed his cheeks, then kissed his lips without warning. “Udah answered, right? I never slept with Erika. Especially taking her virginity. Until our wedding day yesterday, I was still a virgin one hundred percent.”

The answer Space actually is not funny to Myria. Earlier, the woman was ready to get angry, but was delayed by the ridiculous confession of her own husband. Myria's lips chipped away as a rebuttal. “Who are you virgin anyway! Also discussed. Uda, ah, go to boutique.”

The wife was about to leave, Angkasa quickly held back and pushed Myria to her back. He took the incarcerating position in the cage.

“Kasa, why?”

“Mau unleashed virginity again.”

Myria's round eyes became more rounded when she heard the strange answer from the lips of Space. He wanted to catch up, but lost quickly and wave himself. “Eh, hey, what kind of terms do you pack?”

***

The new Azan zuhr distanced the body of Angkasa from Myria. A few hours the man continued to stick like adhesive glue. There are only those who are asked, ranging from just hugging, wiping the head to more intimate things as a husband and wife.

“Kasa, shower there directly to the mosque. Let me finish lunch, you come home later it's done.”

Space muttered half-consciously. Sleeping in Myria's arms creates an incredible sense of comfort. It's good he consulted a psychiatric doctor about it so that the consumption of the drug can be stopped.

“Ka, come!” Myria's two hands were forced to raise the head of Space that was on her chest.

I don't want the Space to go. He left the bed and prepared to go to the mosque for worshipers.

Not long before the man prayed, about 25 minutes in fact has returned home. The dining table that was almost passed when he wanted to go to the room was full of food. The sky dyed looking for Myria, but was invisible.

“Honey!” The call from the living room was airing up to the kitchen as his feet stepped in.

Myria immediately washed her hands and walked over. Shame to the housekeeper and mother-in-law when called like that.

“No need to scream that, huh. Shame on Mother.” Myria's voice sounded as it appeared.

Not Angkasa if he cared, the man chose to ignore and hugged Myria's waist. “I called you from the living room. But not nanggepi.”

“Totally?” Myra's forehead shriveled slightly, spontaneously changing. He apologized quickly for being negligent.

“Udah no pa-pa. I'm not angry. Mending went to the room. Want to change clothes whether we need to talk.”

Not wanting to refute, Myria nodded and paid her respects to Lady Nasita. Lucky her mother-in-law was so understanding.

“You said what?” While helping to prepare a change of clothes, Myria asked.

The space is still busy taking off clothes, then come. Again, the man made a hanger by giving a hug from behind.

Myria tiptoed until the hand that was pulling the sweatshirt from the closet came to a halt. “Kasa, he said to talk. The shrimp is effective, you're not a laper? I've been waiting for Mother below.”

“Iya-iya.” Space immediately broke free and pulled the shirt out of Myria's hand. While getting dressed, the man said, “You are on vacation?”

“Holiday?”

Deheman Angkasa made Myria ask again. “To where? But you are sick.”

Angkasa poked his wife's nose. “Wait for me to recover completely. In a few months we can leave. Where are you going?”

Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Myria came forward and embraced the husband. A smile fell on her reddish lips. “We to Japan. Realize your wishes first.”