My President

Reality Actually

The exhausting days had passed, the expected weekend had finally arrived. Although only a moment but enough to refresh the brain and mind from the laborious work.

Despite the weekend, the woman stays awake as usual and does homework just like her usual days. Unlike her husband, the man was still curled up under the blanket while hugging the bolster.

"Hubby, let's get up. Stretching out the weekend lazy gini," exclaimed Aza shook his head. She pulled the blanket that covered her husband's body forcefully, making the man snort in annoyance.

"My wife, my love, my love, my love, let me sleep in five minutes. I want to enjoy my day off." Aksa pulled the blanket back but Aza did not give it.

"Hubby, I want to bike. You don't want to come along? Devano and Mbak Clara will also cycle around the city, said Aza.

Aksa glanced at his wife for a moment, still unable to believe his words earlier. He immediately woke up when he saw his wife who was tying her hair and was ready to wear a t-shirt and training pants.

The man who only wore a t-shirt and boxer pants immediately ran to the bathroom to prepare as well. "Wait a minute, Za. Don't go yet!" scream before going into the bathroom.

*****

Aksa and Aza were ready, they immediately headed to the garage to pick up the bike. Aira and Keno were doing yoga in the front garden. With the position of Keno who can not be silent following the direction of the wife. Aksa laughed out loud to see his grumbling Papa behind his Mama.

"Well, that's papa ngatain Mama continues," he told the Mama. Suddenly Aira immediately turned her head back to look at the lukewarm who became misbehaved and pretended to follow her movements earlier.

"You're telling me? You naughty bastard," cried Aira fretting at Keno's ear.

"Dear, where am I about you. Aksa tuh his mouth can not be diem," said Keno did not accept. In his heart he continued to curse his son who had complained to Aira.

Aksa and Aza immediately put on helmets and pedaled their bikes leaving the housing complex in tandem. They also occasionally chatter and chase.

"Hubby, where are Devano and Clara? Why aren't they visible?" asked Aza and turned to look for two people who had not been found.

"Come on, let's go ahead." Aksa looked indifferent, in fact he preferred cycling with Aza only. Because if there's Clara and Devano, there's a mess.

"Hubby, we go to my contract first yuk. I miss Bang Jono."

"Who's Bang Jono? Your boyfriend? Your dark lover? Your affair?" Aksa immediately stopped her bike making Aza come to a stop as well. The woman only snorted in annoyance, her husband was too exaggerated.

"Porridge! I miss the porridge, haven't eaten in a long time."

Aksa also smiled a little, relieved to hear that Bang Jono was just a porridge. The streets of the capital are quite crowded, but not crowded because of motor vehicles or cars but bicycles. Weekend like this a lot of people who take advantage of their time to exercise, one of which is cycling.

Dozens of bicycles with various models and colors crowded the highway. Old, young, even young children seemed enthusiastic about cycling around the capital.

The sound of the bell was heard so clearly in Aksa and Aza's hearing. The two people who had been wanted had finally arrived. Aksa and Aza pulled over for a moment because tired began to approach, followed by Devano and his lover who joined the pull over as well.

"You are very romantic anyway, just as different as the couplean dress," said Aza looking at a couple who were wearing a couple of young gray couple.

"There is no Alay, not romantic," said Aksa who then get a toyoran from Devano.

"So I was gonna say that too, Hubby. But not good." Aza chuckled saying it.

"Ah, the base pair is not really. It's usually just someone else's ngelekin," said Clara folded her hands on her chest, the woman became upset.

"It's not bad, it's bad, but it's bad."

The four of them were fighting each other's mouths to make people who passed by around them amazed. When tired has disappeared, they also continue to pedal their respective bikes.

Heading to an area that is not as crowded as the highway. Yeah, they went around in Aza's rented area first. The woman looked happy, finally able to return to a place filled with memories.

Aza briefly went into her rented house to let go of the longing. The contract had been paid off by Aksa for two years, so Aza could go in and out at any time. I don't know why Aksa did it, but the contract is also not inhabited anymore.

Nostalgic with a rented house full of memories with the Papa makes Aza back sad. Since childhood until the Papa, they were not always together in the minimalist house. I like the pain always felt.

"I won't let you come here again if it makes you sad. Don't be sad, don't cry" exclaimed Aksa wiping his wife's tears that were about to fall.

Aza shook her head and smiled bitterly, "No, thank you for letting me come here again."

"Za, the porridge is ready" cried Clara. The woman had already eaten the area's favorite chicken porridge.

Aza and Aksa immediately approached them and joined them sitting on a mat held by Bang Jono. Chicken porridge served in a bowl with a picture of a typical Indonesian rooster is still reflecting hot steam.

Aza blew it away occasionally before putting it in her mouth. Likewise with Aksa, the man stirred and mixed all the ingredients.

"Hubby, don't stir! Not good if stirred like that," exclaimed Aza. He really does not like to see Aksa porridge that has been mixed evenly.

"Even if not stirred is not good, here I stir yours." Aksa snatched Aza's bowl but the woman refused, she did not like to eat chicken porridge if stirred.

"I agree with Aksa anyway, try Za stirred the porridge. It's more delicious" said Devano.

"Nean not stirred dong," now Clara chimed in, she sided with Aza. The stirred porridge became unpleasant for him. The look is also unattractive.

Bang Jono who was serving other buyers and heard their debate between the team stirred and not stirred even chuckled. He has often listened to his buyers argue that way. In fact, stirred or not it feels the same.

"Already, you guys are noisier than that. Stirred or not it will be the same," cried Bang Jono.

"Different!" Answer the four friends in unison. Bang Jono also deluded, he continued to serve his buyers.

The delicious porridge that had become a debate was finally toilet. They spent it with mouths that could not stop arguing. The mineral water they carry each becomes a mouth neutralizer.

"Because Bang Jono's porridge is made with love, isn't it, Bang?" aza said asking for approval Bang Jono.

The middle-aged man who was sitting leaning in his carriage immediately stood up and nodded enthusiastically. "Yes atuh, especially if for neng Aza. His love plus plus," said Bang Jono while crossing his thumb and index finger to form a love-style opa-opa Korea.

Aza replied, "Thank you, Bang Jono."

"What the fuck are you guys? It could be so, there's a husband." Aksa's words shook the laughter of it all. Bang Jono also chuckles, he increasingly wants to tempt Aza so that Aksa more jealous.

"That's just how jealous Nak Aksa, I'm just as neng Aza has been used to it like this."

"Lanjutin Bang, let Aksa burn even more" Devano chuckled.

After chatting and jokingly letting go of longing for months without seeing, Aza already felt enough for today. His homesickness and memories of his father have been healed. He and the others returned to ride bicycles back to their homes.

The two couples split in the middle of the road because the directions to the house were different. Aza and Aksa paddled his bike slowly splitting the already congested streets with cars and other vehicles.

"Hubby..."

"Yes? Why?"

"You said to me that you were going to find my real mom, right? Have you found it yet?" The sentence was thrown out of Aza's mouth, inexplicably he became curious about his mother.

Aksa was silent for a moment, he had promised not to tell this to Aza first and waited for the right time. But he felt it was time for Aza to know everything. All right, little by little Aksa will explain.

"If I find him how? Are you going to accept it for whatever reason he gives?"

Aza turned to her husband and kept pedaling her bike. "Did you really find him? Is he still alive?" asked Aza with a trembling mouth and as much as possible held back her cries.

Aksa nodded and smiled faintly.

"Who?"

"Mama Anandhi, she's actually your biological mother."

Aza's paddling started slowly, the woman even stopped pedaling instantly. His balance was lost and he eventually fell. He sat down with a blank look. Tears began to flow down her cheeks, not aching from the wound on her knee but knowing the heartbreaking reality. Why should Anandhi be Aza's mother? Various questions swirled and swam in Aza's head.

Aksa immediately slammed his bike and approached his wife. He rubbed away the dust that was soiling Aza's feet and hands. The woman did not budge even though Aksa accidentally touched the wound on her leg.

"Why should that woman?" Aza hugged her husband. "Why hasn't she told you she's my real mom? Does he really not want me?"

Aksa's index finger silenced the mouth of the crying woman so as not to speak no longer.

"Ssttt, it's not like that. He loves you so much, he just needs the right time to say it. Mama Anandhi is just afraid that if you hate her, she won't lose you again."

"Hubby, now I really hate that woman. A bad mother! The one who left his son since he was a baby, he didn't love me, he didn't want me and papa. I hate it huu..huuu...."

Aksa clutched his wife who was getting sobbing. He cursed himself for saying it. He shouldn't have said it and surely Aza wouldn't be this sad.

"She's a bad mother! I hate him!"

"There are no bad mothers, all the mothers in the world are amazing."

"He's so bad! Did he understand my and papa's suffering all this time? We have always suffered, we have wanted a woman in our lives. But he left and never returned for a moment. He's so mean!" Aza's anger is becoming. She got on her bike and drove at high speed leaving her husband.

Aksa immediately followed him behind, it was difficult to catch up to him as Aza was pedaling more and more quickly.

"Aza, slowly. You can fall again later!"

Her husband's screams were ignored. His heart is still not well. He did not know how to be, happy or sad because he knew his birth mother was ready. Aza is increasingly convinced that Anandhi has been doing good with him just to make amends. But baby, Aza won't be able to forgive him this time. It was enough, he would no longer talk or see Anandhi again.

Aza immediately parked her bike in the garage and passed it to her room. Aksa always followed him behind but remained ignored. Aza just wants to be alone for now.

"You're what Aza? Why does he look angry?" tanya Aira stopped the steps of her son who was about to pursue Aza.

"Had Mama said, you can't hurt a woman's heart! Now explain to Mama why Aza got like that?" Aira was so angry with her son when she saw Aza who was crying and looking angry.

"Aksaaa," cried Aira as her son passed by without a word being said. Aksa himself is confused about where to explain it from.

"Dear Aza, beautiful Aza, good Aza, sweet boy Aza, open the door for your handsome husband dong," exclaimed Aksa because his room was locked from the inside. The spare key he put in his closet drawer so he couldn't open it.

"Go, Hubby. Let me alone!" sahut Aza yelling.

"This is my room, why are you even evicting me?"

Hearing him, Aza was getting more and more annoyed. She opened the door for her husband. Looking at her, the man smiling victory made Aza want to tear her apart with a fork.

Aza went straight into the bathroom, trying to calm her mind with the cold running water. He stood under a shower that drained water and let his body that was still wrapped in his clothes was wet. Tears mixed with the water flowing from the shower, he still felt sad to know the truth.

Unconsciously, her husband stood behind her and drenched her body. He hugged his wife from behind and kissed her neck. "There's no need to be sad and don't hate Mama Anandhi. He left for a reason, listen to him first. Only then can you decide to hate or not" whispered Aksa.

The man slowly took off his wife's shirt, peeling off every inch of his body and wanting more.

Aza is so upset with Aksa, how can at a time like this the man still wants good. Not Aksa's name if you can not strip his wife's clothes and take her nice. Really, Aza was very upset with her husband. So sucks!