My husband is not my first love

Surprise

“You want to go home?” The figure in front of me asked. I don't know since when he wandered near my residence.

Skin that becomes a little darker makes it look more mature.

“Iya.” I replied origin while looking at the clock. Try indifferently.

“Should have told.”

“Why should?”

“For we can go home together."

I laughed so I didn't seem interested in the words.

“Andra, since when will we be able to adjust the schedule in all our different orientations? over now.”

“Means?”

“The car came I hurriedly.”

I still have time to see eyes that are usually brilliant radiate confidence look tired staring at a car away.

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Closing your eyes inhales the smell of this country. The longer and farther away from it the greater the love. I miss everything about this earth, the big polluted cities, the hospitality of the people, as well as the diverse food that only by devouring it can I really be full. Had time to go home finally, after a year more struggling with complicated literature.

Didn't expect someone to pick up and help with a big suitcase. I went home without telling him, he wouldn't even think when I wasn't done with my thesis. In fact, it is important that I go home now while my parents no longer live on earth.

Villages far from the city center make a sore waist spent hours changing transportation. The village that holds all the memories of childhood is approaching.

Village road on the sisihi paggung houses, there is also a new model house that is not made of boards because the steps start hundreds of years old trees as raw materials. Some residents after tapping sap kareta to the house with black clothes full of rubber stains.

The car stopped at a green painted house with sapodilla and mango trees in front of it, still as it used to be. A year more doesn't make it change much.

“Assalamu’alaikum ..” I knocked on the door that usually never locked looks tight. Several times knocking there was no welcome from inside.

“Ria ..” middle-aged woman sees me with eyes tracing all over her body changing on a big suitcase.

The woman was Nia's mother, the front neighbor of the house. I call him uwak.

“You didn't call each other when you were abroad?”

I frowned with his question, then replied, “once, Wak."

“You came by home first?” I didn't understand looking at our house and then looking at the house across the street.

“Kak Hanif is not home, Wak?”

Could it be that my husband is traveling, he sometimes goes out of town with some business.

“You don't know ya?”

“Do not know what, Wak?” I'm running out of patience, why I'm feeling bad right now.

“Hanif don't live here anymore, he's moved five months ago.”

“Moving? Where?” my mind guessed a lot of things, what really happened.

“The suitcase put it at home first, the distance will be taken. Let's transfer with Nia, if you don't call Hanif first.”

In confusion I pulled out the phone. Intention to surprise, even he who gave me a surprise. That good young man, what he had done. He should be patient a little more, I really am trying. Is it the patience he has gained?

I'm guessing where the young man went, had something to do with his neighbor girl across the street.

“Where?” Finally I spoke without stale language when a face appeared on the screen.

“At home.” The sound was as calm as usual. It seems like the brain covered in jet hair is not working optimally now, the proof is that he does not realize where I stand. The home he designed himself.

“Can you please pick up in front of the house, Nia, gak?” the figure who is still with his favorite color shirt stands from the bamboo stalls split that are woven. Staring at the screen recuperating. Some time the handphone screen changed with a photo of a woman with an expensive Taj.

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“Assalamu’alaikum, Wife!"

I answered his greetings with meticulous eyes looking at the man standing with an unusual gesture, the usually neat calmness this time looking awkward. What's the matter exactly.

He approached, making the distance of our cheeks very thin. Then whisper, "get a hug."

I nodded, slowly. The body was instantly clinging to a distinctive aroma.

“I can hang because I'm happy. Why don't you let me know so I can pick you up in town? ”

The figure grabbed the suitcase, then pulled my hand towards the motor that was still blind. Unchanged.

“Back home, Wak.” said.

The middle-aged woman was still there. Perhaps it is surprising what this mismatched couple did. Although the old newlyweds were separated, cuddling on the street was not an ordinary thing. Although for a married couple for the residents of the village is very embarrassed by the physical contact outside the house, but it does not hinder to have many children. That's fact. That's a little funny.

Being about this one village youth, has refuted the assumption that the village man does not know to do romantic things.

I can't think of what's in Nia's mother's head. Getting this guy to piggyback off the house has asked me a lot of questions.

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“Drink first!” after putting down the suitcase the man came with a glass of water.

“Or want to eat?”

“You moved?” I can't wait.

“We have plenty of time to discuss it, so I can massage your legs or waist in the room.” My eyes glared at the man who started again with the temptation of not pulling him.

“Vc time that night was synced?” I returned with an answer.

“All right my wife is not that patient. My house, coffee garden, sold. I'm sorry to discuss but it's busy, hard to call.”

"Okay, I understand you like simple places, but coffee gardens? Aren't you opium by the fragrance of the flowers?”

“Can your husband continue.”

I'm nodding.

“Juragan Eden wants to sell his garden, quite extensive 15 hectares. The location is strategic and not too far from the hamlet. When else had such a good opportunity for the location of the pesantren. Be now I live near the pool, and skimp. I thought when the wife came home was done building a new house at the cottage location, but you came suddenly and gave a surprise. So it seems forced .. ”

“Forced?"

“Spending the night together in a place far from the bamboo braided walled settlement, will be very cold at night.”

I flicked my head with his sense of humor.

“I promise, your thesis gift is a flower-bedded roomy palace with a pool by its side, as you like.”

“Do not force yourself.”

“Do not doubt this man's determination to make his partner happy.”

I looked into his eyes.

“Now you like indian movies?”

“Heeee. I've only learned a little Indian man's romantic tricks. Of course I'm worried about losing my charms to a man nehi-nehi.”

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When the magrib was just over, I went to the mosque because I did not dare to stay in the cottage far from the settlement. Sitting on the terrace with a campfire still unable to repel the many mosquitoes, the distance is close to the pool menggut animals snuggle blood sucker at home.

“The mosquitoes are many yes?” the figure several times fanned the black peci towards me who scratched the back of the hand.

“Sleep only in mosquito nets, definitely capekkan.”

“Let's go, tired like this can fall asleep, can pass the issue.”

“And there's your alarm here.”

I pretended not to hear him even patting his hands hunting naughty little animals.

Although the crumpled body is difficult to close the eyes, look around the house.This man lives a life of concern. Away from the comfortable home he once owned. This is what he means by saving. I even saw what we ate at dinner. Is not excessive in the realization of the dream of independent pesantren.

“Hai ..”

His head saw me.

“Not want to sleep?"

“You can't wait? ... Come ..!” he got out of his seat with a seductive smile.

“I can go crazy all the time with this guy, what's in your brain?”

“What else? Sleep, it's time to explain.”

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There was no soft sopa or dining table, the cramped hut could not accommodate all the equipment of the previous house, with rough cement floors.

This morning I stood up to be his assistant cooking pecal catfish, actually I do not like catfish but mince words longing for the cuisine of the village. Because the contents of the refrigerator I saw were just that.

“Tell me what you ate in Shah Rukh Khan's country?"

“Mie istan under a friend from Indonesia.”

The hand that was pressing stopped. “Not bored?”

How can it be bored if the noodles are not more than the prey." We laughed together.

"Sometimes eat food there,” I continue.

“Other times cook for me, yes!"

“I'll try another time.” I held out a sutikan sambal to him.

Seeing this man from behind his eyes was heating up, he worked very hard, putting in total effort. But behold, even my heart has not yet melted to receive it with all its soul.

Truly selfish love, someone has sacrificed a lot how we ignore it. Not for the sake of God, love is not so special as to take away the perfect covenant that is bound by the heavens. I wiped the melted tears with the back of my hand, damn it along with the turning of the body.

“Why?” he opened two hands that left a chili mark, confused between wanting to wipe my tears that continue to fall but, not possible in the state of the hand smudged with chili stains.

“Sorry.”

“For?”

“Letting you grind sambal, it should be me.”

I refuse to be honest with what I have in mind.

“Usually your husband is also. Mak says your hands are sensitive with spicy.”

“You know a lot about me, then how do I ask about you?”

“Ask the person directly, he will be honest.”

I smiled and the head bracelet, this young man.