Not a Girl Again
The Part 14
Azan Fajr began to reverberate splitting the cold of the night. The two people who closed their eyes woke up. Showing a radiant face because of the incident last night.
“Your feet are okay, right?” tanya Aji looked at Naswa who was arranging her hijab.
“Nothing.”
“Yakin?!” Aji is still trying to make sure.
Naswa nodded and slightly avoided Aji's gaze. The woman was still ashamed of what happened last night. He managed to do aggressive things that cannot be described.
“Wait, Nas.” Aji said while blocking Naswa's wrist.
“Morning kiss, dong!”
“Aaan, anyway?!”
Aji raised his eyebrows. “Ya, like last night was loh—“
“It was already iqomah, it is better there go to the mosque,” Naswa said while holding the thump on his chest.
Aji breathed a sigh of resignation. What Naswa said was true. If there had been no iqamah, he would have seduced his wife.
“Ya. I went to the mosque first.”
Naswa smiled looking at Aji's strapping back. There is still a sense of disbelief because he married the man who was his best friend first. Especially last night he hugged the body.
Naswa's daydream was broken considering he had not prayed at dawn. In her long prostration, the woman thanked God. There are so many favors he has right now. One of his favors is Aji Mahendra.
***
The creaking door displayed an unexpected sight. Aji repeatedly gulped his coarse saliva. Naswa was glued to the bathroom door.
“Em, sorry.”
Aji who was amazed by the panorama of Naswa's straight hair. Without command he turned around. The man again closed the door with a smooth swish that was trailing the heart.
Naswa felt her face heat up.The woman cursed herself for her carelessness. As a result of daydreams about Aji makes Naswa not fast to pray at dawn and bathe. At the end while he was wearing a towel, Aji came and saw all the. He wanted to change his face into someone else's.
“Duh, Gusti Allah.”
Aji muttered while stroking his chest. Expect an abnormally beating heart to be able to be normal soon. Naswa really made the man's world color.
***
“Why did you shut up, Nas?” Aji tried to melt the atmosphere of finished breakfast.
Naswa tried to focus on the empty plate in his hand. “Ya, no talk material.”
“Oh, so.”
No more talk after that. Until they were in the car there was no conversation. Aji who was a little annoyed by this situation tried to think hard to melt the atmosphere.
“Mr Princess is still angry?”
Aji asked while watching the streets. Naswa just cleared his throat. The woman was confused as to what to respond to.
“Don't just thump, Nas.”
Precisely Aji's orders make Naswa more guilty. She shouldn't have been a problem if her husband had seen that. In the relationship of husband and wife is not known the existence of aurat and also Aji has been entitled to him.
“I should be the one apologizing. I'm sorry I haven't been able to carry out my wife's duties completely.”
Aji frowned and faced towards Naswa. The slightly heavy traffic makes the traffic jam happen. This opened the opportunity for the man to look at his wife's face.
“You've done your job, Nas.”
The Naswa shook their heads until the sound of a horn blew their conversation. Aji's journey thinks of his wife's words. Just as the car stopped in the office courtyard, he had an epiphany.
“Wait, Nas.”
Without rudeness, Aji blocks Naswa's hand. The surrounding conditions that are still a little quiet make a thrilling atmosphere created. The man was still staring at the woman in front of him.
“I know. Our marriage is only a few days old, so don't think about it. I don't touch you doesn't mean I don't want to. However, I want when we arrive we have been stricken with love really, without the trauma that can make you cry. Don't think negatively, yes!”
“A—aku scared—“
“Do not be afraid, Naswa. I'll wait, until you and I become the whole of us.”
Two of Aji's fingers touched his lips and then moved to Naswa's lips. “I am waiting for you, Princess.”
“Thank you, Prince!” naswa said before getting out of the car.
***
“I love you for a thousand years!”
Bambang sings while giving a few piles of paper towards Aji. His friend was looking at the laptop with a blank look. I don't know what the boss is thinking.
“Why, Bosque?” bambang asked while patting Aji on the shoulder.
Aji shook her head and tried to refocus on her work. “Gue is fine!”
“Eleh, where is. Ntu face kayak people are not given ration semalem."
The pile of paper that had been on the table had moved to Bambang's lips. The man complained while looking at A ji cengo. Although they have been friends for a long time, but still Aji's hardline nature is able to make the man in pain at all times.
“Do not be hard-line why, anyway, Ji?”
“Gue will not be hard-liners if you are not julid, Buambang!” answer Aji greas.
“Gue no julid, Zheyeng! Just kepo, it's a sign I'm the same attention you.”
Aji shook his head for a moment. He was just daydreaming about the adorable nature of Naswa and the barbaric behavior of Rehan. I don't know, a sense of calm hasn't plagued his heart if he hasn't come face to face with Rehan.
“Betewe, why do you daydream again, Tong?”
“Gue more thoughts.”
“About paan, anyway? Try the story if you know I can help you so.”
“About how to make a woman fall in love?!”
Bambang grinned for a moment. “Emang bini lo do not like lo?”
Aji shook his head, the question was only an alibi in the middle of his heart that was shrunken. However, it did not stop the man asked for Bambang's help. He will face the undaunted Rehan to face Naswa.
“Gue need your help to find out about this person.”
Without further consideration Aji shows Rehan's photo to Bambang. The man showed a frown of confusion. He did not understand at once astonished.
“This who? New company leader who wants to attack our company?”
“It's not a problem about that anymore, Buambang! It's more important.”
Aji looked at Bambang with a sharp gaze hinting at vengeance and unburdened anger. “Dia .. person who made my angel sick.”
Bambang wanted to curse, but Aji's gaze that hinted at seriousness made the man silent. He realized his best friend was not playing around anymore. The man who is the boss and his best friend is in deep love.
***
[Wait for the play date. It could have exploded prematurely.]
Shortly after the word “deal” was thrown from his business partner, Aji came out of the cafe. Leaving Bambang who is still friendly. The man was aware of the anxiety of his boss during the meeting..
[Gue has business, so please handle all.]
The message closed Bambang's worries. He smiled as he looked at the car that Aji was driving. When a memory that makes a man aware, the smile suddenly faded instantly.
“Shit.”
Bambang cursed because he realized that he was riding Aji's car, while now he did not bring a wallet at all. The man was not happy because of his best friend's love story. Maybe because of the female factor his best friend forget all.
“Punches or debt. Duh , Aji Jerky!” muttered Bambang while leaving the cafe on foot.
[Nuts.]
[Naswa.]
[Mr Princess.]
[Yep.]
[Km in mn?]
While driving a car, Aji sent a message to Naswa. The man grew increasingly concerned when the WatsApp message just ticked one. Without heeding his feelings, he still tried to calm down and focus on the streets. Do not let things happen that are not desirable because the mind is not-no, it is Aji's principle.
***
“Naswa is there?”
Anti stuttering from his daydream. Aji had been standing with a face that contained a worried look. Her best friend's husband looked unsettled with hunting breath.
While glancing at his watch Anti shook his head. “About five minutes ago, he's clearance to the pharmacy. Looks like she's sick.”
“Thank you.”
Aji again ran away leaving Anti who was still sculpting. When viewed, Naswa does fit with her husband. His best friend was lucky to have a handsome husband.
The atmosphere of twilight this time felt different, already some pharmacies that Aji sambangi, but did not produce a trace of Naswa. The message he sent for half an hour has not been answered either. Plus severe traffic jams that snag along the way. Aji wanted to curse, but he felt that the umapatan would still be in vain.
At least, after complaining inwardly, God granted Aji's prayer. The traffic jams gradually disappeared and without being asked, the man slightly increased the speed at hand. In the street corner pharmacy has been sitting peach veiled women.
“Where are you going?!”
Aji was unable to control his voice anymore. Naswa was slightly surprised by her husband's cold tone. It even seems that his jaw is hardened.
“Au—“
“Shut!”
Aji said as she pulled the tiny body in front of her. He hugged Naswa tightly as if afraid of losing at any moment. While calming the still-hunting breath, the man inhaled the scent of his wife deeply.
Stiff and pounding, the two words describe Naswa's feelings this time. He can't do anything but return Aji's embrace. Can feel a breath hunting sumaminya that leaves a question mark.
“What's up?”
“Four pharmacies I visited for the sake of seeing you, Mr. Princess. Not even one of my messages has been answered. What, the hell, is that your phone? Is there no keyboard to write a reply?”
Naswa shook his head.
“Sit first—“
“I don't want to go home!”
Without approval, Aji took Naswa's hand. Even though his mind was almost in a state of turmoil, the man remained gentle. The treatment made a beautiful curved crescent moon on his wife's lips.
“Tomorrow I want to buy handcuffs.”
Naswa looked at Aji who was now focusing on the street. “For what?”
“Let you not be far from me. One more thing, tomorrow you leave the office and move to my office. It's both a command and a compulsion.”
Naswa smiled crisply as the car they were riding in split the city. The hearts of the two got closer and found comfort. Will love find its master?
***
“Borrow your phone, Nas!”
The silence that had survived was solved by Aji's voice. Unsuspecting, the woman handed over her phone. After that, his focus was still on the book he had on his lap.
“I see you still have a quota. Why don't you bales my WA?”
“My phone ran out of battery.”
“Bring power bank, dong! Ish, what hobbies does the average woman leave for no reason?!”
Naswa laughed a little. “Dih, what the hell?!”
“Yes, women are really special. Like you who almost made my meeting fail.”
This time Naswa closed the novel he was reading. Her net was staring fixedly at Netra Aji. Her husband was not kidding this time.
“What's up? Why were you worried? I'm not going anywhere.”
“Si Sethan send threat message. I'm obviously worried about my bidadar. I thought you were fucked with that Sethan!”
The initially serious conversation actually made Naswa smile. He chuckles a little with incomprehensible terms. As a woman, she may have a high level of insensitivity.
“Sethan who? Whose angel?”
Aji looked at his wife cengo. “Sethan the Rehan and the Angel are you, baby. Your husband is handsome like a prince. So yes, you as his wife are Angel.”
Naswa pinches Aji's arm. The woman again chuckles a little due to Aji's rancid nature. Her gloomy day is now beginning to color with her husband's abstract nature.
“Hust. Rehan is a creature of God. So, don't mock his name so.”
“No. Although he was a creature of God, Rehan was similar behavior Sethan. I don't like people who make my bidders cry. So, the whole point of this one is don't worry me!”
“OK—“
“Sttt! I'm not done talking. It's night now and please go to sleep. Healthiness with niku important.”
Aji put away the novel that was in Naswa's lap. “Now sleeping. Uh, do you want to sleep with the hijab on, Nas?” ask Aji in a relaxed tone.
Naswa's heart beats unduly because of Aji's question. Now, the man turned around and was busy changing the room lights. After Naswa exhaled a long breath the hijab cloth had moved to the top of the nightstand.
“Don't take heart, just sleep! I just ask whatever makes you comfortable, I accept.”
Aji said and still turned his back on Naswa. Somehow the sentence was like magic that was able to make the woman's soul fascinated. He was moved and happy.
“Thank you.”
The sentence was heard Aji just after he turned around. Beautiful scenery, Naswa who does not use the hijab anymore makes his heart beat faster. Moreover, a beautiful smile that curls on the lips bidad realized it makes the cold turned warm.
“Thank you for accepting me for who I am. Thank you for being patient with my nature. Thank you for making my heart color. Lastly, thank you for appreciating me like a woman in general, Mas Aji Mahendra.”
The long sentence was closed with a smile on their lips they were both happy with the comfort that existed. Purnama witnesses two people who are experiencing love in each other's hearts. Doesn't love come through prayer, effort, and habit?
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