OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
TOILET SEAT
Long time they looked at me with a horse smile, but stored the implied meaning behind it. I exhaled heavily, looking at the two-faced man.
“Ohya Sir. Today Elra just shot the same guy loh.” Lani again voiced while pulling both corners of her lips wide.
The woman named Elbra had not budged. Just a petty look that he directed at me, occasionally his net also glanced at Mr. Reno.
“Then what is the business with me?”
A blushhh!
Hahahaha, I laughed in my heart.
Unfortunately, Lani's words were not at all understood by my future husband. The faces of the two suddenly reddened the ripe tomato tub, then passed away after previously saying goodbye.
Lucia pulled my arm and then stuck a long object there. I never thought I would wear a wedding dress a second time.
...***...
“Sabar yes dear mama make your milk first.” I said to Pricilia who had just picked up her thumb. Tonight is the second night for a mother and daughter to reunite.
I stepped up, bringing the body closer to Pricilia while bringing her into the room. But my steps stopped for a moment, when a knock on the door suddenly sounded from the outside.
“Sebentar.” I said.
Chequek.
“Oh hey.” My bead spontaneously enlarged after seeing which figure was now gurgled in front. Demians. The man was carrying a plain plastic piece next to his hand.
“Papa came..” The man immediately took over Pricilia from my sling making the boy almost choke with his own pacifier.
I became confused. Why did he suddenly appear and act like my husband? Huh maybe this is all the effect of being away from the wife.
“This I brought to you.” Demian's voice was heard. This time he handed over the plastic which after I opened the contents was chicken porridge.
“This is my favorite food. Why do you know?” My eyes shimmered. I can feel the smell of chicken coming from inside. Besides, if you remember it's probably been three months I don't eat this beef.
“I just guessed. Can I feed Pricilia?” Demian smiled at the horse. I told you the name of this little baby when I talked to him yesterday. And when with Demian, the man just called with the name dede only.
“Bby.” I answered her with a smile back. After that I also sat on the porch of the house while eating chicken porridge that he bought out of nowhere.
I did not flinch when I saw a warm sight before my eyes. Demian looked very familiar with Pricilia, once in a while the baby also chuckled a little at her.
“Why don't you intend to find your wife?” A sensitive question just popped out of my mouth. Demian spontaneously stopped his activities and then switched to looking at me fixedly.
“She is my wife. But I married her also because of terpaska.”
“Means?” My eyebrows are linked to each other hearing Demian's words. The man now pulled his chair closer to me while still feeding Piricil with chicken porridge.
“Actually that woman is my second wife. I was forced to leave the first one because the crafty woman would do everything she could to get me including hurting the heart and physique of the person I love.” It was clearly Demian who was making my eyebrows twitch.
“Do you have a child with that woman?”
“No. He was tested positive by a doctor. On the other hand I am also grateful because if I leave it later, then there will be no obstacle except from himself.” Demian uttered a stern sentence that made my hand clap his thighs firmly.
Bugh!
“Heh you are! Even so but she's your own wife.”
“Yes. Wife resorted.”
“Then where is your first wife? Do you have children?”
“Thank God I found it. My son is a woman who, if counted, is the same age as Pricilia.”
“Ohya? Good then.” I feel like I'm losing my appetite. I thought Demian only had one wife he didn't love. For some reason, as if there was a sudden foreign taste.
It's lucky that a woman can have a man as loyal as Demian. Married to someone else, he still loves his first wife. Much different as I was, I was left behind by my husband because of an affair.
...***...
Dor dor dor's.
Dor dor dor's.
I gasped when a blow came from outside. I quickly opened the door to make sure which nosy creatures had been stirring early in the morning like this.
The man looked back at me but was full of pleading and haste. His hand he poked into the middle of the **********, making my mind hover in the air.
“Can I take your toilet? Water in my house dies total.” Demian blurted out a sentence that made my chest thump immediately.
The jablai suddenly entered the house before I allowed it. His feet stepped fast, there might be something he had to get out of there right away.
I don't mind much less being bothered. Who else could help him if not his own neighbor? The door of the house was wide open and we were not together. Rumah Bu Itah as a neighbor Demian the other one is also still covered with porch lights on, definitely still sleeping.
I'm back with the frying pan in the kitchen. The distinctive aroma of fish gulai and smoke billowed from between the split flesh.
Fifteen minutes passed, and Demian finally came out of there. His wet hair further added to the man's good looks.
“You took a shower?” I asked full of search.
“Iya. And can I take another ride later?” Demian feels ashamed. Maybe he said that in such a way.
“I work until afternoon. Anyway why don't you just call the waterman to fix it?”
“My money is just enough to eat this one day only. Tomorrow I just got paid.” The fragrant gulai fish that had been held at the dining table suddenly disappeared. My heart was filled, I knew exactly what it was like not to hold onto money because I had also experienced.
“Then you eat it first here.” I pulled out a chair, coded for Demian to sit down and immediately ate my cooking.
“Can I eat at your house?”
“Why not?” Demian's reply suddenly made my stomach chuckle amusedly. There's no way I'm reluctant if I give him an offer right now.
Hearing what I said, the man I had only known for a week sat down and spooned the rice onto the plate I had prepared. He looks very greedy to enjoy my cooking, occasionally a great burp comes out to decorate the silence of the kitchen area.
Really exactly.
He was like the man I loved.
The hero.
Oh christ! Don't equate your man with anyone else Che!
I rubbed my chest.
“Enak?” I asked as I poured Demian a drink. So bad he choked on the spot.
“Enak. This is the cuisine I have missed since one year ago.”
“Hah! What do you mean?”
“Ehhhm emmm.” Demian in the fog. He rubbed the rough corners of his lips full of fish sauce. “I mean, my cooking is stinged exactly with my mother's cooking that was never again quipped one year ago.”
“Loh didn't you just visit your mother with Pricilia yesterday?”
“Hah! Where do you know?” Demian was getting preoccupied with his irregular breathing. I think he's gone crazy, his attitude has been very strange since the beginning of our meeting.
“From Bu Itah.”
“Oh emm yes. That's my in-laws, not real mom.”
“Ouuu.” Feeling quite satisfied with Demian's answer, then I only respond with ber oh ria only. Not a few fish that he spent, I think the rest is just enough to eat me this morning aka stay a piece. But that's okay, just don't stay head and bones.
“Ohiya can I ask you something?” Netra Demian focused on looking at me.
“What?”
“Who was the guy who picked you up by car yesterday?”
“Oh. That's my future husband.”
“APA! Uhuk-uhuk!”
...***...
Seriate
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