My Husband Is - Cuek

Of jealousy?

The day we were waiting for finally came. The four-monthly event that will be held at Mother's house, only two days left. Mother deliberately chose Sunday because she wanted her handsome son-in-law to help.

"We leave tomorrow morning, yes. Let me help you cook and clean up the house" I told Rey tonight.

"Yes. Bring my books and my laptop, yeah. Let me work there."

"Still working?"

He smiles. "Neither, yes."

"okay."

I got out of the room and picked up two new books and a laptop in the study.

"You haven't read this book, have you?"

"Yes, that's it."

While I was preparing the items we were about to bring, Rey leaned on the back of the bed while playing with her cell phone.

I wrestled with clothes for an hour. Starting from negligee, underwear, pajamas, until the robe I will wear at the event is ready. So too with my husband's clothes.

Accidentally these eyes glanced at the direction of the bed. My beloved husband is asleep.

"Wine." I patted the jidat.

"If he sleeps first, address I can't sleep."

It was true what I said just a moment ago. These eyes are very difficult to close.

"Rey. Rey. Uh, Dad. Wake." I shake his shoulder.

"Em." He squirmed and opened his eyes slowly.

"Wake up."

"Why?"

"I can't sleep."

Rey then tilted her body and hugged me. He then made me sleep behind him with his hand stroking my stomach.

"Bobok, yeah, Deck. Kasian Bunda," he said lirih.

Shortly thereafter, he was not heard speaking. His hands no longer caress my stomach. Apparently this finally made me fall asleep.

**

"Mom, how many days are there?" ask Mr. Joni.

"Three days, sir. You go home, yes. Kasian is alone here."

His face looked a little sad.

"Good, Mom. But, I'm not home, am I, Mom?"

I smile. "No, Sir. After I get home, right, Mr. Joni can work here again anterin my husband works."

"Yes, Mom."

The goods are finished in the baggage. Some of my orders are ready to go. After saying goodbye to Mr. Joni and Bi Ningsih, we also left.

"Hot, huh, Dad?"

"No, really."

The car cooler was deliberately not turned on by him.

"Life is the AC in front of you. Kan, I don't feel it."

"Not, deh."

"Such a slow path. It's still lonely."

"Sir papa. Slow down safe."

Yes already. Rather than being annoyed to see the car's spidometer not going up, I better open my phone and watch Asian dramas.

**

"Mother, wake up."

Ha, I overslept. I slowly opened my eyes and remembered what had happened. Sleep is like being at home.

"Well, yeah, huaaem." While yawning.

"Udah."

"Alma," said Mother who had just come out of the house.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am."

"Vaalaukimsalam. Why not come in?" I asked her while dropping some things from the trunk.

The three of us went in. Rey and Mom carry the goods while I only carry a small bag on the shoulder. As I walked into the house, I vaguely saw a woman peering behind the half-opened door.

In that green house I was still wondering to myself. Who is that girl?

"Mother's order's been taken?" ask Mom when we are home.

"There was. Oh, ja. Is it clean, Mum's home?"

"Yes, his son was Mrs Siti helping Mother clean up the house. Well, his son is diligent."

"Who, Ma?" ask me while sitting in the dining chair.

"That's Nisa. He just got home from school last week. He said he'd take another week of scholarship exams to Egypt. Great, yes, Mother Siti's son. I'm proud of you."

A long breath came out of my mouth. It felt like hearing Mom praise her neighbor's son, I suddenly felt unwilling. Though usually when I was in school, Mother often discriminate me with Sister Nisa. Name's Riska. He is no less clever. He was also a famous pesantren child in Java. It was heard that he was married to a sheikh from Mecca.

I just realized something. It turned out that the woman who was peeking out from behind the door was Nisa.

**

"Assalamualaik." A female voice said a greeting from the back door.

"Getishalight."

My mother and I answered my greetings while looking at who was coming. It was the beautiful girl we just talked about.

"Sisa. Is it dateng?" ask Mom for pleasantries.

"Yes, Miss Mira. It was done making Umi's lunch together Abi continued straight here." His friendly smile was not left behind from that sweet face.

"Congratulations, yes, Madam Alma is pregnant."

"Hem, yeah, thanks."

"What cake do you want to make, Miss Mira?"

"Bolu how to do tomorrow. You see Mothers of one RW study mothers."

"Can we make a sponge?"

"God can do it, Mom."

Mom went to the middle room. Soon he returned and brought flour, sugar, eggs, and other ingredients to make sponge cake.

They both prepare materials while talking. I was sitting on a chair not far from them, like a statue. They laugh and joke together.

"It turns out there are two mosquitoes that are cool in joking," I said after drinking water.

"And there are mosquito repellents that just sit looking at them" I added.

"elvin. What are you talking about? Here, help olesin butter in the baking pan."

"Mom. If it's just for a sponge why call him, anyway?" I folded my hands in front of my chest.

"What are you talking about, anyway. Nisa is here to help mom. You're talking about it?"

I don't know why I'm upset. What is this woman doing to us? Was he stunned by my husband's good looks?

I got up and walked to the toilet. This pregnancy has made me go to the toilet quite often.

"Son Reyhan. Wanna have lunch? Let me prepare," said Mother. His voice was loud enough to be heard in the toilet.

"Later on, Mom. I'm waiting for Alma."

I hurried out and approached my husband.

"yeah. Wh why? Wanna eat?" I asked with a very sweet face.

"Later, we're both graves."

"Oh, yeah, deh." I glanced at the woman who was holding the mixer.

I saw when I just came out of the toilet, he stole a glance at Rey. Either there is just an ordinary look or there is awe. I hope this woman doesn't hold a taste for my husband.

Rey and I walked into the room. While pushing his body to quickly reach our personal space.

"Don't go out, yeah," I asked.

"Why?"

"There will be many who have a crush on you."

"Hahahahaha." I closed his mouth quickly. Of course, Rey took my hand out of her mouth.

"Why laugh?"

"You jealous?"

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