Noctah Black Marriage
Women At Resto
Kugedor again door the room impatiently. The grips are still being heard. The door finally opened.
“Surprise!” exclaim Hans with a tart wrapped in the number five and reads ‘Happy anniversary’. “Happy wedding day Ayang, my dear wife,” Hans continued.
“So, did you surprise me?” These eyes are starting to fog.
“Iya, dong Ayang.”
“Ih, I thought earlier ...”
“Already, don't think weird. Let's blow the candles! One, two, three ...”
My eyes bought when I saw the rose-studded floor. In the middle of the mattress was a heart-shaped red rose petal. Rows of tumblr lights on the wall with a warm tone add to the increasingly romantic atmosphere.
My foggy eyes melted without me preventing any more. After keeping the cake on the table, Hans Langusng sat me down on the edge of the bed.
“Aang, why are you crying?” His hands are rubbing my back.
“I'm sorry, Mas ...” Tangisku.
“Lho, why apologize?”
“A-aku .. su-has already installed-ka bu-ruk.”
“Means?”
“Iya. I-I thought ma-cam-assortment, the en-no-no.”
“Oh, definitely because I haven't called you all day, huh? I was intentionally Ayang. I prepared this surprise. I've been waiting for you from afternoon, but it turns out my wife is overtime again.”
Hans wiped away my tears that kept on shedding.
“Thank you.” I took a deep breath and exhaled again.
“Ayang, do you not remember that today, our anniversary day?”
“Sorry, too. Forgot,” my regret.
“It's okay. Just do not forget the next routine,” said Hans with eyebrows raised next to the full code.
My face is warm. I'm sure my cheekbones are blushing beyond the color of the blush I polished this morning. “But I haven't had a shower. My body is sticky.”
Hans only responded with a brief smile review. Both of his hands were cupping my cheeks.
**
This morning was so bright, as bright as Hans' love that always shone in my life. The man who was busy baking bread for his wife's breakfast looked so perfect. Five years together, he was still the same as the beginning of our marriage. Not much has changed.
Hans was a tolerant, understanding and romantic husband. He always had a way of making me feel valuable. If I work, then every lunch hour, he routinely makes video calls just to make sure that I actually eat.
“Mas, sorry, I haven't been able to give a child,” I said in the middle of a casual chat.
“It's okay, Ayang. Already, don't think about it!”
I'm not infertile, I've been pregnant twice. But always a miscarriage. Until now my uterus has not been deposited the fetus back.
“Mas, yesterday I saw the status of Dea in medsos. Said he wanted a study tour to Bali.”
Dea is Hans' only sister in college.
“Oh, yes. Yesterday he also called me, usually asking for extra pocket money.”
“Keep, what do you love?”
“Have to say, I love you. But, ration money from you ‘kan want to be used for the cost of looking for work to get there and here. Meeting friends is also just looking for job info.”
“Tumben, why didn't he ask me?”
“I forbid it. That's why yesterday he sulked and complained to mom. Fortunately, I agree with you.”
“Lha, why is it banned?”
“Yes not good, Ayang. Time we ask for money continues with you.”
“You ‘kan rarely request. Giving is my own will.”
“It is precisely because of that, Ayang. We're shy. You're too good. While we are not necessarily able to reply to your services.”
“Yes my goodness, Mas. I don't expect a reply. Just staying like this is enough. Just ask Dea, how much does it take to go to Bali? I'll transfer the money.”
“Iya-iya. I'll ask later. Thank you, Ayang.” Hans rubbed my head.
“Oya, Mas. I also have a surprise for you.”
“Surprise?”
“Nih!” I offered the phone with the screen on.
“This car photos?”
“Iya. Choose!”
“Select one car that Mas like.”
“You want to buy a new car? Keep the car in the garage to be accompanied?”
“I really want to buy a new car, Mas. But not for me. Vote for! I bought it for Mas.”
“No, Ayang. I'm not good. The vow! I dreamed of having a car. But of course, buy with my own money later if it works.”
“Already, just choose, Mas! This is our anniversary gift. Don't refuse! If not, I'll sulk, nih!” threaten me with pursed lips.
“Eum .. fine if you make it. I can't stand it if you sulk.”
Hans swiped the car photos one by one on the phone screen. The net stopped in a photo pajero Sport car.
“That's you, Mas?”
“If you don't mind.”
“No way, Mas. I'm the one who bargained. So that's it?”
Hans nodded. “Thank you, Ayang,” he said followed by tears that dripped.
“Mas why cry?”
“I am moved, happy and sad because I keep using your money.”
“Ampun, Mas. I'm sincere. My money, your money too.” Hans showered me with a kiss. “It's been, already! Make up me later fade.”
“Oh, yes. Forgot.”
We also laughed together.
**
Today I was quicker to finish the documents piled up on the desk. Every now and then I look at the faithful watch coiled around the wrist.
“You kayak the rush, Sal,” reprimand Li.
“Eh, Boss. After finishing this, I want to go straight back.”
“Kan we want to survey the land in Telaga village.”
“Tomorrow again, yes!”
“Emang you rush back to why?”
“There is a promise with Hans, go to the car dealer.”
“You seriously want to buy your husband a car?”
“Seriously.”
“You should not be too royal with your husband. Deliver him.”
“Likes, dong.”
“About can bonus gedi kemaren.”
“So your money has given me the bonus gedi?”
“Not. It is according to your working value.”
“Ya. No need to be kepo.”
“This said you never want to hear. You'll definitely mrsel later. I saw your husband-”
“What? How, not continued?”
“But promise first, you will be fine hearing it.”
“Yes, what hunt?”
“She's the same chick at Kenanga Resto.”
The deg! I'm jumped. The blood whizzed to deliver the heat uncharacteristically.
“Maybe his friend.”
I try not to be prejudiced.
“Together friends, friendly. Her chick is tangled in spoiled.”
His statement immediately broke the argument. All this time, I don't think Li was the type to lie. So what he said was trustworthy.
“Then take me to Kenanga Resto right now!” tell me with my hands clenched.
***
