My Mr's. Virgin

Chapter XCIX

Early in the morning Mariana was already beautifully dressed up. While packing the room, he hummed cheerfully. His cheerfulness invites a question mark in Andreas' heart. The man just came out of the bathroom. 

"Where is the beginning of the morning like this?" tanyanya, while taking her work shirt slim fit long-sleeved gray that has been prepared by Mariana in bed. 

Mariana did not answer. His wife turned to help button his shirt. Every now and then the girl's naughty hands deliberately stroked the surface of her breast skin which made her resist the inclinations.  

"You do it again, I broke your lower jaw." Mariana chuckled at the threat of Andreas. 

"Where are you going early this morning? I asked, but you didn't answer."

"Grandma's going somewhere."

"Where to go?" 

"Don't know. Wait, Grandma told you where to go."

After helping Andreas button up his shirt, Mariana picked up her husband's briefcase stored in the closet, then placed it on the table. A job like this, he used to do every day. At first Andreas felt clumsy being treated like that, but Mariana said, it was just a form of exercise. Now he's getting used to it. Alah can be ordinary, that's how it is. 

Mariana switched to taking her sling bag which was stored with Andres' briefcase. He then left the room. 

Before he passed, he said, "Master, breakfast by himself, e."

"Why not have breakfast together?" ask Andreas. 

"It's too late. Bye."

The man just stared at the back of his missing wife behind the door. However, Mariana again showed her face in the doorway, making Andreas jump in shock. 

"Don't forget the door lock!" the message, while grim like a rotten clam. Not forgetting he blinked one eye to tease Andreas. 

Andreas stroking chest. After getting ready, he went downstairs for breakfast. As Mariana said, she needed breakfast alone. His appetite suddenly disappeared, when he saw Mariana's chair no one occupied. 

The dish containing bread and sardines was pushed to the edge. He sat pensively, but his hand pulled the plate back, then finished the food just a few mouthfuls. Mubazir if thrown away. Mariana was tired of preparing breakfast for him. At least he appreciated his wife's good intentions. 

After breakfast, put the leftovers in the fridge, and wash the dishes, Andreas is ready to go to work.

His gaze circled around the room that felt lonely without Mariana, but it was not until thirty minutes before the girl left the house, but his heart was empty. Before he left the house, don't forget the door was locked first. 

...***...

The sun is shining. The hour hand has also shown at 10:00 WITA, making two human body trunks sitting under the mango tree bored. They had been waiting for almost half an hour, staking out a house not far from where they were sitting. The half-mile half-board house looked quiet. 

"What time is he coming, Ana?" ask Grandma Esi. 

"It's usually this hour, Grandma. Let's wait a minute." Mariana tried to persuade. 

"Grandmother's heart is pounding this," said Grandma Esi, chuckling lightly. 

"Ai, like wait for a girlfriend to meet, yeah, right?" Mariana also chuckled. 

"That's it, ha-ha-ha!" They laugh together.

Mariana pulled out her phone, then took Grandma Esi a picture, but before that, she fixed the scarf covering her head. He also fixed Grandma Esi's woven shawl and sunglasses perched on the old woman's pointed nose. 

"Smile," he said, then some pictures were recorded in his cell phone gallery.

Before long, the tail of Mariana's eyes caught a familiar body figure passing behind them. It was fortunate that their disguise was not noticed by the person.

Esi's grandmother looked back to find the back of the woman they had been looking for twenty years missing behind the door of the wooden house.  

"Come on!" Esi's grandmother drew Mariana's hand, took her after the woman. 

The girl stood up. However, his words stopped the old man's footsteps. "Grandmother went alone.  It was not yet time for Ana to introduce herself as her daughter-in-law.  Ana needs to wait for Andres."

Grandma Esi nodded in agreement. "Then Ana wait here."

Mariana shook her head. "Let's be found out that Ana's waiting here.  Om Dorus is coming to pick up Grandma."

"Then Grandma left first." Mariana nodded while waving her hand. 

Arriving at the door of the house that was tightly closed, Grandma Esi was silent, pulling and exhaling for a moment. His wrinkled hands were stretched out, then knocked on the wooden door, while giving a greeting. 

After a few minutes of waiting, the door slowly opened, then a middle-aged woman looked at her face from behind the door. He looked surprised at the presence of Grandma Esi before him. His mouth was locked. 

"Don't you want to take Mama in first?" Grandma Esi makes a sound. 

"Mother."

Grandma Esi smiled. The woman's eyes began to tear. He then widened the door leaf, letting Grandma Esi enter his house.  

From a distance Mariana noticed the interaction of the two, until the body of the grandmother of her husband was lost behind the door. 

...***...

While sitting waiting on the sofa, his eyes looked at the entire living room of his daughter-in-law who had not been seen for years. The half-board house looked simple, but neat and clean. Convenient to live in, although no luxury items decorate the living room. There is only Leonardo da Vinci's painting, 'The Last Supper', of Jesus' last supper with his disciples and a painting of Jesus with his parents, Joseph and Mary displayed near the door to the kitchen.

Her eyes were fixed on a picture frame placed on top of a closet near the television. It was a picture of three-year-old Andreas with his mother. Instantly the memories then come to greet, visit the heart.

He remembered again, his son was so happy to introduce the beautiful woman as his future wife at that time. He was not against their relationship because the future son-in-law was not only beautiful, but also kind. 

Their family was happy especially after being blessed with a boy named Andreas. However, the storm came crashing, bringing down the church that his son built, to culminate in separation. The wounds inflicted by his son imprint in the heart of the son-in-law, until finally the son-in-law sulked to bring himself, lost without news. 

"Mother!" That gentle call returned him from daydreaming. 

Grandma Esi smiled. "Sit, Mery!"

Tanta Mery said, anchoring his body next to Grandma Esi. No one spoke, only silence accompanied them. 

"Have you lived here all this time?" ask Grandma Esi after a long silence. Tanta Mery nodded. 

"Since you left us?" This time Tanta Mery nodded.

"Where are you going?"

"Go home to my mother's house in Jakarta."

"Well look for you there, but you're not there. You knew?"

Tanta Mery nodded again. "Mother story." 

A saying was asked, and a word was answered. Grandma Esi let out a long breath. He looked at the beautiful face of his daughter-in-law, still beautiful even though there were signs of aging.