OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER

TREEHOUSE

Time continued, but the king did not speak. Both me and his wife, both waiting for a name that curses the contents of the head.

“It looks like the clockwork will continue to spin no matter how the earth is,” said the circus. On the other hand I also clasped the tiny hand of Refa so as not to escape to the center of the street.

“Then, it means you're hiding something from me too huh?” Goody! This time his wife was the one who cheated.

Yesterday Aren was able to cover everything from me, he could run away as I called his name from behind. But now, look at that pale face. I managed to get him into a lizard cage, errat, I mean crocodile cage.

“What else?”

“Quick darling. We still have a lot of business,”

“Pity your wife, her face is already red in the sun,”

“Arrrgh alright,” Aren squeezes her own hair frustratedly. “But just the name. The rest I don't want to tell,”

“Hm!” I immediately put on my ears and drew some distance from the two, right in front of me Aren took a deep breath. Understandably, a person like him needs a lot of oxygen to just talk.

“Ratna was the one who told me to do everything,”

A name that spontaneously made my chest rumble violently. Instantly I choked, a bluish red color always adorned the zone of my face. Yeah, I can feel it. Now, both my hands are clutching firmly.

“Lying! It's impossible that my own best friend is the mastermind. You made up a story so you wouldn't tell the truth, would you?”

Aren tries to hide everything, he does not hesitate to knit falsehood in front of his own wife. At least he thought, what if it turns out that I really dismantled what we have been through first. His wife would be furious, wouldn't she?

“It's up to you not to believe. One day you will find out,” Aren turned his body while pulling his wife's arm. He really doesn't care. Pretending to be busy or wanting to avoid.

Not without reason I'm acting like this. A year or so of life filled with strange people left a huge question mark of its own in me. The door of my heart opened, waiting for the answer to all the awkwardness of life.

“Heat Ma'am,” Refa wagging one hand on face. Poor thing, 'cause I'm this kid's burning in the afternoon sun.

Staring at the ceiling of nature with the twitching of the forehead. I feel confused by Aren's attitude which seems to describe seriousness. Or maybe it is true that all this is not a mere setting. As long as we were friends, he had never once lied to me.

I bit my lips trying to act ordinary, but Ratna's shadow was growing in her head. Although I did not get accurate information, I somehow felt this bad.

Between believe and not.

I hope one day there is more evidence.

...***...

“Pssst,”

I looked back as if a soft hiss had been heard in my ears. Right now I am guiding Pricilia who is trying to walk. I can't wait to put this little girl in a play group school.

“What are you doing there?” a man shows half his face from behind a tree. Like playing hide-and-seek, the look of depression was seen when I knew of its existence.

“Pricilia can already walk?” Demian approached me.

“Almost,”

“Here are many rocks. I know where the right location is so your son can walk freely,”

“Where is it?”

“Close with me,”

Without prior permission, Demian immediately closed my door and locked it. Coincidentally the silver object and its padlock were indeed hanging there.

Demian did not answer, he was still always enjoying the afternoon atmosphere with the scenery out there. Occasionally his netting glanced at me and Pricilia in turn. Just like a husband. Ah if only.

Forty-five minutes passed. After twice changing the angkot, we finally arrived at a large field overgrown by large trees in it. I gasped, this place seems to remind me of the days three years ago.

Demian grabbed my finger and took over Pricilia from the sling. A sense of warmth spread throughout the body, I was never able to resist when this one man touched anything from my body. Oh God.

We continue to walk along the beautiful area that can not be counted with a glance. Until in the next few steps, I saw a tree that I thought was the biggest and shady in this place. The roots spread so long that they almost stick to other trees. The atmosphere was also unusually cold. I noticed a small line of wood that was deliberately nailed to the top, there was a tree house there.

My eyebrows were intertwined, my eyes were also closed for a few seconds.

Later then…

“Oh gosh. I just remembered that this was my playground with Hero back in High School,” a sentence just slipped from my lips.

Demians. The man who was holding my hand tightly spontaneously turned his head while smiling widely. I was so embarrassed, I should have been more careful in speaking.

But really, I could swear by anything that this is the location where my ex-husband and I combined the story first. I also remember very well, at that time Hero had treated a wound on my knee that fell because he could not climb the stairs. Ck shit! Why could Demian also know of this historic place?

“You like?” The net turned to look at me.

“Entahlah Dem. I feel like I'm repeating old stories,”

“Yes, you are repeating it with me,”

“If only you were that man,” I took a deep breath. Shadow when Hero******** ends the bitch's lips flashed in her head. But here, I feel that comfort comes back. Even with a man who is not the same.

“Let's sit underneath it. Let Pricilia play in this vast expanse,” The clean-bodied man seemed to have a fatherly soul. He tried as much as possible to provide comfort to a daughter who has no family ties with him at all.

I complied and immediately landed the buttocks on the thick grass. If an ordinary day is always quiet, the weekend is crowded.

“I used to go to this place with my first wife,” Demian's brown eyes looked at me fixedly. Why does our fate look the same?

“This is also my playground with Hero first,”

“Ohya?”

“Iya. He used to make fun of me for not being able to climb up to the tree house,”

“If I had, ever stuck his head when he didn't want to eat,”

“Seriously? Ah I think our fate is the same. Hero once shook my head because of sauteed shrimp made by him completely untouched,”

This makes it even more interesting for me and Demian. It's funny, somehow our life rotations have a lot in common. After that, we were immersed in each other's thoughts. I let Pricilia furiously roll on the grass. Occasionally his laughter filled this hollow location.

It is not hard to find happiness. Simply sitting with Demian under the tree house alone had already managed to fill the void of my soul all along. Why am I so comfortable this way. Remember Chevani! The day after tomorrow you will marry Mr. Reno.

...***...

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Do you approve of Chevani with Reno or Demian anyway?

Cuman Chevani kanya more comfortable with Demian deh:(

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