My husband's a Cold Doctor

Adjust oneself

Willy and I ended up going shopping in a big store filled with daily necessities.

Fortunately the store was not far from where we lived, just walking down the road with a cold breeze during the day.

When the grocery cart was fully loaded, I looked back flat at Willy who was still busy sorting out snacks on the snack rack in this store.

"Will... We don't buy most of them, right? This is all a lot!" astonished say.

"Ngakpapa Sal." he replied sluggishly.

I gave up on reprimanding him, after all he was shopping with his own money while I was just helping to tell us what we needed.

"Will! We buy mostly!!!" my reprimand tried to stop his hand from buying a dozen snacks.

"Ohh okay... We're going to the cashier now!" he looked at me and pushed his basket towards the cashier.

***

After paying Willy to take me to a cafe he bought me a cup of coffelatte, which favors being shaved in during weather like this.

"Sal... You are not!" he looked at me who was sitting right in front of me.

"It's normal!" ketus.

"Hn... What if we go for a walk?" the team gave a proposal.

"Where?" manya curious.

"Well! We'll take a walk around here! We have to adjust to a new environment! How's it?"

I nodded slowly in response, "As much as you!"

A few hours later, the time showed it was already evening even though the sun still seemed to look bright but I did not feel strange because I was in a different country to my home country.

We walked, with the same distance of footsteps Willy seemed to adjust his pace to mine.

The sooner I stepped he did it too, while carrying our plastic grocery bags, he sometimes glanced at me.

Even I know that, but I do not care at all my gaze never towards him but straight ahead without knowing the direction and purpose.

But then I suddenly stopped, and so did Willy, "Why stop Sal?" the question that still never took his eyes off me.

"That's why the road focuses on the road instead of me!" balaku.

Willy just laughed softly, as he began to stare down the street and saw a crowd of people without knowing what was in the crowd.

"What the hell is that?" ask again.

"Where do I know Will.." I'm lazy.

Out of curiosity we stepped closer, and the closer we got to the acoustic sound began to be heard accompanied by a round of applause from the audience.

Willy and I were more curious, we ran small to find out what was in the crowd.

"Excuse.... Excuse me.." I said trying to break in on the side of the crowd.

By the time we had stood the most fepan, plastered the face of a street singer with a guitar.

The flow of the song began to run rhythmically with applause from the audience making me unconsciously carried away by the flow to join in clapping enjoying every western song lyrics sung to the last lyrics.

The applause grew louder as the singer ended his singing.

But suddenly Willy handed me our bag of groceries and then stepped closer to the singer, it seemed like he wanted to borrow the guitar and finally succeeded.

My heart was beating fast for no reason as the strings of the guitar began to be plucked by him, confidently he began to hang the same song as he sang in the inauguration.

Prok prok prok

The clapping of claps surrounded me, I saw Willy singing with his eyes closed occasionally.

His gaze never escaped towards me, until at the end of the song he never even shifted his gaze.

After the song ended the street singer who had put a box in the middle of the audience who then gave the audience in return for money.

While I ran towards Willy and pulled him, "Will does everything! let's go home now!" take me.

"Gue just wanted to help! besides Elo is here and that makes me even happier!" he replied.

"Ohh!" I answered briefly to turn my face away.

"Excuse me! your voice is very good, I can know your name? I have a cafe and need a singer, are you interested? (excuse me! your voice is so good, can I know your name? I have a cafe and I'm in need of a singer, are you interested?" said someone who came up to us and asked Willy.

The person is a person who may come from this country, seen from his language and white skin like a bule.

"Ohh Really? (Ohh really?)" added Willy.

The person nodded while taking out his business card, saying "Yes! of course, what's your name? (well of course! what's your name?)" the response of the Caucasian people is still asking questions by sticking hands as a form of introduction

"Oh, Sorry, My name is Willy! nice to meet you! Mr." Willy answered, receiving the man's hand.

Then people joking out his hand towards me too, we met very briefly but surely Willy turned out to accept the job.

"Akh Sal... This is really right? I got a job! then we'll get our own pay!" happy roar.

"Congratulations!" my spoken.

"It's all thanks to Elo Sal.." It made me frown.

"Thank me? how can?"

"Well because elo always gives me good luck especially when we're together!" she answered quickly with a sweet smile in front of me.

"Will stop! I don't like it elo my teasers! you should remember I just want to go to college, want to succeed, even though the path I choose is wrong, but I also still remain strong even though I actually do not want to be far from my parents, especially Will like this will be a big problem for me because of what! I run away from reality, I am a loser who every time runs away if I have a problem even now I have become an ungodly wife as well as an ungodly child, still have the status of a man's wife but left without permission to this place so far, do you still think I really-just did the right thing?" my words took out all the pieces that were stored in the depths of my heart from the beginning of our journey.

Willy looked at me seriously The eyeballs we met, his hands he put on both my shoulders, "Gue know elo many problems Sal, if the problem of your parents we can call it right up to home, I will continue to nemenin elo kok so lo calm! don't feel depressed yourself because I'm always there for you!" he patted my shoulder and went down to my arm.

"Keep if the problem of your husband bren*sek it should be elo call him also and then ask for divorce!" willy continued his words.

"Divorce?" I was stunned when I imagined the meaning behind the word, a short but imprecise word and able to change social status to widowhood, even though we had not yet engaged in marital relations.

"Yes Sal.. You must do that! because if you don't ask for a divorce, he will remain attached to you. and I'm afraid he will continue to nyakatin elo Sal.." he concluded.

"Will.. I'm honestly tired of feeling hurt, but if you divorce her like I still doubt!"

"Why should you doubt Sal. He has already failed Elo! he never valued your feelings! or maybe there is a similar feeling to your husband? Sal... sober dong! he certainly never loved you, the proof is that he wanted to kill his ex! well. It's obvious! he believes more in his ex than his wife!" willy expressed emotion by convincing me.

"Gu-go..."

"Ahk lahh elo make me emotion Sal..could-can well elo sekapuh this! already know not to be believed still in defense, obviously there are many men out there who are much better than your husband Sal!" he said ngosan advised me.

"Sorry Will.." my lead.

"It's better that you think well of what I say! now we go home!" he said he started walking quickly leaving me