Not a Girl Again
The Part 13
The silence persisted from earlier. Aji who is uncomfortable about this begins to think about finding a conversation material. While Naswa was only able to be silent with anger that still has not subsided.
“You're jealous, right, Nas?”
Naswa threw a sharp glare towards Aji. But the woman also hesitated. What is feeling right now is jealousy? Nor does he know for sure.
“I'm not jealous. Just don't like there is an adulterous in front of me.”
Aji frowned. “Zina how, to?”
“Yes so hug, is Sabrina your mahram?”
An anxious Aji immediately pinched Naswa's cheek. The man actually feels happy, because he feels wanted and owned. After being satisfied to hear his wife's moaning, he released the pinch earlier.
“Sick, right? If you don't like me hanging out with Sabrina, just say, Pineapple! In the dictionary of men, the word no sukamu means jealousy.”
“I'm not jealous!”
Aji silently felt a puff of ac that could not cool the hot atmosphere between them. The man finally gave up. He would rather give up than win this debate.
“Yes already, you are not jealous but you love me.”
Aji's clumsiness makes Naswa wrong. Luckily, the car they were riding in had stopped in front of the store. A little haste the woman was about to go down, but her husband's hand held back.
“Wait a minute!”
“What else?” asked Naswa irritatedly.
Now it was Aji who got out of the car. The man walked around the car and opened the door near Naswa. Without forgetting, he also extended his hand.
“Mr Princess or First Lady is a special woman, so let this Captain or your prince open the door of the golden carriage."
"Oh, this is a car not a train of badges!”
While holding a smile, Naswa received Aji's hand. The newlyweds went to the ring store with happy faces. The blistering weather seemed to signal that the universe was also happy to see their halal love.
“Do not forget, you wear silver ring.” Naswa looked at Aji who was choosing a ring in the storefront.
“What's the reason?”
“According to his legal religion men wear gold jewelry. According to research it can trigger the occurrence of Alzheimer's disease.”
“What disease is it?” Aji asked with an interested face.
“Alzheimer's disease?” He said again in a question tone.
“Yes diseases that destroy memory and other mental functions.”
“Oh that, yes! Turns out I'm not wrong.” Aji said as he stared fixedly at Naswa.
Naswa raised his eyebrows. “Not wrong what?”
“Not wrong choose wife, dong! Women are married because of four things, namely property, heredity, beauty, and religion. The lucky man chose a woman who understands religion and that's you, Naswa Farida.” Aji smiled sincerely.
“Heleh, it turns out Aji Mahendra is a tombalist,” ketus Naswa.
Aji could see that his wife was holding back a smile. Though the red hue had run through the woman's cheeks. It turns out that Naswa's prestige hasn't gone down yet either. However, that also makes it difficult for Aji to turn away from his wife.
***
“So, do you want?”
The hoarse voice filled the dimly lit room. The man looked at the woman whose tears had not dried. Samar he nodded.
“A—aku. Thank you.”
The woman hesitated at her own words. But this is the end of his story. Become a puppet because it has been wasted.
The voice of the man filled the room again. “Now, you can go. Remember, five more days!”
After that, laughter filled the slum. Let the cunning thoughts that have been neatly arranged. One plan failed, so there were still many other ways that he did.
The man was too ambitious to be willing to fight against fate. He forgot that fate should be accepted with a big chest. However, selfishness has stripped away all the good qualities it once possessed.
***
[Bapak Sama Mama to Bandung. Sorry suddenly, because Paklek you are sick. Maybe two days ago we just got home.]
Naswa stared at the message her parents left on the porch chair. The woman nodded and looked at Aji. There was a deep fear because tonight it was likely that she would only be with her husband.
“You brought a backup key? If not, come with me to home.”
Naswa shook his head, every day he brought a spare key. “I brought a backup key, kok.”
“OK. Then why do you see me like that?”
“Cuman not used to being left by the same mother Father.”
Aji nodded faintly. The man chose silence and understood the situation. It is right to think that Naswa still harbors the trauma of what happened seven years ago.
Confidence begins to stick to both. Aji chose silence and Naswa tried to quell the fear. Will this night be over?
***
Bakda Isya, Naswa who was busy reading a book was shocked by the power outage. He got up from the bed and tried to find his phone. Cold sweat began to pour from his temples.
Now, the woman's legs are starting to weaken. Naswa's hand reached the wall for the backrest. His hobby came back at an inopportune time.
He managed to get out of the room, but an object was able to make his steps stop. Almost he fell after hitting something, if a crack suddenly came. Naswa's tears have been at the top, now flowing as well.
“Do not be afraid, it's me.”
Naswa's hand, which was reluctant to return Aji's embrace, now gripped tightly on her shoulder in front of him. Unasked, her husband turned on his phone. Now, he could see the sturdy shoulders that were being hugged.
Aji felt a delicate thump that was seeping in her heart. The close distance to Naswa is able to make something that is on him rise. Slowly he, stared at the two netra who had been wet with tears.
“It's bright, Nas. Let's go to the room,” said Aji making the woman calm.
Naswa nodded, he could not say anything yet. Somehow the condition of his phobias is further aggravated by the flash of past events that are present. The woman could still remember, that her body could not move due to Rehan's treatment.
“Your feet are okay, right?” Aji asked to make all the Naswa reverie.
Long time no answer, Aji chose the last step. While apologizing, he lifted his wife's body. Now, they can feel their respective breaths and irregular beats present.
“Sorry if I sassy.”
Somehow Aji's apology made Naswa's tears fall. The woman did not know for sure why her heart was shaking with the apology earlier. She may be amazed at the nature of her husband. Aji put Naswa into the mattress carefully like treating glassware that can crack at any time.
“ Wait,” said Naswa while blocking Aji's hand before the man left.
“Do not go and thank you.”
“I won't go.”
Without a word Aji sat beside Naswa. However, a kiss made the man freeze. It's not wrong, his wife did that. Even though it is only on the cheek, but it is able to make it freeze.
“Thank you very much, Mas Aji,” whispered Naswa after doing the simple thing earlier.
Tonight, the moon showed her the lamp. It looks bright with the stars hanging in the sky. The universe commends Him for witnessing the simple love of two people in a blue painted house.
Double up, yeah, Gaes. 💕
