My Old Husband
Chapter 11's
..._welcome to read_...
It's afternoon. Aya woke up from her sleep. His head was a little dizzy from continuing to cry. His eyes stared at the ceiling of the gazebo.
Ish I thought a dream, it turned out to be real
"Den Ayu, are you awake?" Say Bik Sum who is now sitting on the edge of the gazebo
"Eh Bik, since when is aunt here?" Aya edged up, coming to sit next to Bik Sum.
Bik Sum smiled "Let's enter Den Ayu this afternoon" Bik Sum asked.
"What time is it, Bik?"
"Fifth hour Den Ayu" said the woman who always wears traditional Javanese clothes with subordinates of batik-patterned raik.
Aya just sat listless, it felt like all her bone joints were dislodged all considering the God booked a room with a woman.
*I'm sure they must be chek in, again ahoy-ahoy there, ah not necessarily also pesen room, maybe they will continue to meet again ask what room.
Hais, what room? It was a hospital. Ok! I'll ask the Lord directly if he's home*.
Such is the inner upheaval of Aya, a woman can hide her love for forty years, but can not hide her jealousy for a moment.
After taking a shower, slightly preening and wearing clothes with colors that God liked on the advice of Bik Sum, Aya sat on the living room sofa, waiting for her husband's return.
"Den Ayu, and be as beautiful as possible, welcome your husband home with gentleness even though there the fire of anger rages, talk about anything that blocks Den Ayu's heart when the husband is relaxed" bik Sum speech while in the gazebo continues to ring.
I promise to be a good wife to you, Mas, if nothing happens in the hotel.
Inhalers...
Exhalants...
Inhalers...
Exhalants...
Aya continues to breathe and exhale through the mouth, according to this article is one way to reduce emotions.
He was again at the hotel. Ihh sebel.
Four o'clock, five o'clock, six o'clock from evening...
I am ready to welcome your return...
Seven o'clock, eight o'clock, nine o'clock mosquitoes coming..
"It's evening, miss, you should eat first" said Mbak Minah the cook at the house of the Gods.
"No, Ma'am Minah, I will still wait for my husband to come home" he said, still staring at the door.
"Sorry sir said that the lady ate first and did not have to wait for the master" he said by squeezing both hands, he continued to bow.
The other waiter should not speak looking at the master except for Bik Sum. Because Bik Sum is not just a butler but a babysitter of the Gods from childhood, and is considered a mother. So the rules in the house of the gods.
Aya did not expect the God would order like that, she woke up, near him the servant "What do you mean I don't have to wait for him?"
Mbak Minah took one step back, he was afraid Aya would mjarah to him "Master does not go home madam" he said
Aya shock, touched by a chest that was getting faster ticking, he almost shed on the floor, tears were dripping down profusely removing his thin makeup.
He slumped on the couch, pounding his forehead hoping to alleviate a bit of his pain.
No way this is impossible.
"Miss calm down, I'll get you a drink for miss" Minah ran into the kitchen, worried about her mistress's wife.
"Drink miss" Minah thrusts a glass of water, in her rubbing slowly the shoulder that continues to shake it because of a sobbing.
"We're all here lady to accompany miss" Minah's gaze was so sad, feeling sorry for Aya.
"Go away, leave me alone" Aya leaned her head against the sofa, her mind constantly raging.
I'll come to your office Mas, Ok you don't come home but you can't go to the office.
