Not Ordinary Love

New Home

Not bad. So if the assumption Freya once they reach the house they will occupy. The house that will bear witness to various stories in the household of both.

The house with ash and silver paint that dominates is a one-story minimalist house, with a decent home court for Freya to look at every morning with Agyan. Freya will plant some flowers and types of plants there later.

Beside it there is also a garage that is quite the size of one car. The terrace of the house with a long wood and a small table that is both made of wood.

Enough home for both of them.

"Come," asked Agyan who had taken the suitcase out of the trunk of the taxi. Freya nodded and walked up to Agyan who opened the gate of the iron fence and painted it in matching color with the house paint.

"The house is good, Gyan." said Freya, observing the courtyard of the house. Agyan took out the key and opened the door. Freya was the first one to enter. See the contents of his house that has been filled with complete furniture.

"You bought it?" freya asked as she walked backwards. Agyan nodded, walking towards his room with Freya later.

The house has two bedrooms, two bathrooms one of which merges with the room that Agyan and Freya will occupy. One living room, a living room where there is a tv and dining room table that blends with the kitchen.

Freya did not know, if Agyan had prepared it when Warry approved of their relationship. Even Agyan sold his car for this house.

While the savings that he spent a few months used for wedding expenses. Not to mention that he only received a few salary from Andreas while working in the company, he did not have a lot of savings.

"Let me do something right?" Freya follows Agyan into the room, pulls his suitcase and opens it, ready to get her and Agyan dressed. Agyan only noticed that his wife was painstakingly cleaning their clothes on the large cupboard in the room.

"What's ngeliatin?" freya protests while continuing her work.

"Why is your mother pregnant getting more beautiful?" agyan asked with a smile teasing the girl. "For muji, what does he want, Gyan?"

Agyan squinted his eyes with lips curling into a smile. "Want to!" he said as Freya looked at him for a moment.

"You what?"

"Mau—"

"—You,"

"Here, I have you." said Freya. Agyan did not say, he only paid attention to Freya while occasionally helping her until the activities of cleaning their clothes were finished.

"No tape?" ask Agyan. The two lay down on the bed with Freya laying her head on Agyan's arm. Freya turned her head, looked at Agyan and then rubbed the handsome man's hair.

"Cape, little."

"Eat outside, yu."

"She had to be frugal."

"Only today, I don't want you to cape if you have to cook. I just finished getting my shirt."

"I'm not cape,"

"But I want to eat out." Freya grumbled at her husband's words. "That's not afraid of me cape, you're the one who wants to eat out."

"Yes." Yeah." Agyan answered without feeling guilty.

"Jude, I take a shower. We'll eat out,"

Freya moved, Agyan just nodded and stared at the girl's departure towards the bathroom, only to be silent until then his phone in his pants pocket rang. Morgan's name was plastered on the screen of the illuminated phone. Agyan immediately shifted the green icon and placed the object in his right ear..

These are the hours Morgan called him to add to the unimportant. Agyan is already memorized.

"Where, Gyan?" ask Morgan at the end of there. Agyan positioned himself to sit down before answering Morgan's question.

"What's the matter? Maen nyamber, yes,"

"Good housekeeping, huh? Delicious dong, wake up early no wife, beautiful, sexy—"

"My phone just wants it to doang?" sambar Agyan felt that what Morgan asked was not important, as expected.

"Yee, I'm serious."

Agyan was silent for a while, perhaps Morgan needed a reference to talk about it with his girlfriend about the world of marriage. Or whatever, Agyan doesn't understand.

"Where?" Morgan asked again.

"Mmm, delicious. Seneng continues every time—" said Agyan, along with the bathroom door that opens. Freya came out in a blue bathrobe, her hair in a random bun with a face that looked still a little wet because of the water droplets from her bangs.

The girl simply knitted her brows at Agyan who was staring at her, then walked towards the wardrobe.

"Any time?" Agyan was made aware by Morgan's voice from behind the phone.

"Yes. Just get married if you are ready. Loe will fret on her own later." he said, then hung up the phone just like that and walked over to Freya who was combing her hair. Freya who felt noticed looked back at him with a wrinkled forehead.

"Call from whom?" askanya after a long time doing eye contact with Agyan.

"Morgan."

"Well?"

"She asked, What good marriage is it?"

Freya nodded her head, then asked. "What do you need to answer?"

Agyan shrugged indifferently, Freya just rolled her eyeballs and got up after finishing combing her hair.

"Aren't you in the shower?"

"No. It's a handsome one,"

Freya. Suddenly he is confused by Agyan's narcissistic attitude which suddenly exists without his permission after they get married. Or indeed all men who have just been married always feel if he is handsome because it has been sold?

"Judah, change your clothes, let me take it."

Freya opened the closet and looking for Agyan clothes, after marrying Agyan, even a day, Freya who takes care of Agyan, including choosing clothes that Agyan will wear.

He picked up a dark blue t-shirt with a white blazer.

"Don't use this, sultry!"

Agyan removed the long blazer after removing the shirt he was wearing, then took the shirt that had been selected by Freya.

"Great, By!"

"But it fits!" Freya insisted.

Agyan sighed, put on a t-shirt and took the blazer in Freya's hand. It seems useless that he denied and said his discomfort.

"Happy?!" sindir Agyan after finishing wearing his blazer. Freya simply nodded with an innocent face, then took out a comb and tidied Agyan's hair. While the man just bent his face because he had to obey the wishes of the wife.

"Nonsense?" freya asked as Agyan remained silent. "That's nothing!"

"Darkness, Frey, sincerity!"

Freya kept a comb and sauntered past Agyan, took her sling bag and left her husband.

"Riggers?" Agyan asked himself, he sighed, then stepped up following Freya.

*

*

The day was very hot, the rays from the sun burned the skin of anyone who was under it. Freya and Agyan were waiting for a taxi, with occasional looks to the right and left.

Before long, an angkot stood before them. Freya turned to Agyan as the angkot driver offered them to ride.

"Will you ride an angkot?" asked Agyan who was feeling doubtful at Freya's choice. "Yes, not papa. Instead of waiting around," Freya said casually, as if it was not a problem for him even though Freya admitted, if this was the first time for him to ride an angkot, it might also be the first time for Agyan

"Refinitely not papa, you will be sultry, whimpering as well. You'll be sick" Agyan tried to stop Freya's conviction from going on an angkot ride.

"No papa, there will be you."

Agyan resigned and relented, he immediately entered when several passengers protested against the transport driver. Freya looks confused when the two are already in the angkot, Agyan invites her to sit on the back bench, because only the place is empty, and the, close to a thick-bodied mother with all kinds of groceries in front of her.

Freya sat down uncomfortably, as did Agyan. Several times Agyan lifted the neck of his shirt to cover his nose. The smell of sweat of the people inside the angkot mixed with the strange smell coming from the thick-bodied mother's groceries made her very nauseous.

"Nausea?" freya asked Agyan who was holding her hand firmly. Agyan shook his head, Freya hesitantly looked at him.

"If we don't get down!" Freya was worried about her husband when Agyan had betrayed her.

"New bride, yeah, neng?" the thick-bodied mother suddenly asked.

"Yes, Mom."

"Call me, Auntie." he said. Freya's forehead wrinkled, but in the end she could only nod.

"His husband is handsome, what age?"

Freya smiled wryly, especially when the other mothers began to pay attention to Agyan. While Agyan looked unconcerned and threw his gaze in the other direction.

"Twenty-four years old, B—Tan," he almost mispronounced.

"Oh, young marriage, huh?" mom's a stocky kepo. Freya nodded, along with the transport driver who stepped on the brakes suddenly and made the passengers surprised. Agyan held onto Freya's shoulder which was about to plummet forward.

"Darling, didn't you?" spontaneously Agyan held Freya's stomach. Freya shakes.

"Be careful dong, Bang."

"Himwa, this is it!" some of the men sitting in the front seats protested. The driver apologized for a grandmother passing by.

Shortly after, the passengers dossier-piercing and close their noses when suddenly a bad smell ambushed their noses. Agyan and Freya covered their noses.

"Well, who farts?" ask one of the passengers with a thick mustache.

"Not a cave,"

"Again gua mah, nyium smelled. Odor ******,"

No one wanted to admit from whom the smell came, until the thick-bodied mothers seemed to be smiling to themselves, making the gazes of everyone in the angkot point at him.

The thick-bodied mother smiled as she tidied her hair. "Discharge" he said with a shy smile and received cheers from other passengers.

"His father was his brother suddenly ngerem "the reason. "Kan jadi—Kelep—An."

Agyan desperately held back his nausea. A few seconds later, he gave up and told the driver to stop. Get out of the angkot while covering his mouth and holding his stomach.

*

*

Freya placed a glass of warm tea for Agyan on the wooden table in the tv room, Agyan was laying down his body. He has bathed, shampooed and changed all his clothes, even telling Freya to change clothes. It was nothing, but the clothes he was wearing had already mingled with the smell of sweat and pollution.

"Still nauseous?" ask Freya. After coming out of the angkot earlier, Agyan completely spilled out his entire entrails, until now his body was still limp.

"Not short,"

"Jude, sit down first. Tea is drunk, we eat it later." said Freya attentively. Agyan's state did not allow for them to eat outside. So Freya chose to take Agyan home and just cook at home.

According to Agyan, he sat down and sipped tea made by Freya. He looked at his wife who was just standing and watching him. Even the young pregnant Freya did not want to sit in an angkot, jostling and got an impressive smell. But Agyan, ah it seems he does not want to repeat it even with Freya. Kapok.

"You, tuh, suck. I'm just as strong." said Freya as she moved, Agyan followed and sat down at the small dining table.

"Well, I'm not strong."

Freya just cut her lips. "Maybe he's triplets, eating him strong, adding another four to his mother." Agyan made up the story.

"No need to worry, triplets from nowhere. You don't think it's heavy,"

Agyan simply laughed, reaching for Freya's hand and dipping it a few times until it left wet there.

"AGYAN!"

TB

It's her credit while bobo guys:"(