Papa's Choice Husband

SPP - 23

At home....

"Mas, I can sleep in the guest room if Mas El does not feel comfortable sleeping with me" Asya said while choosing clothes.

"See, listen to me, no matter what happens I won't let us sleep in a different place. We should always sleep one bed, it's not an offer but an order" El said.

"Yes, according to Mas El's wishes" Asya replied. He went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. This time Asya took a shower not too long, he was reluctant to linger in the bathroom. The water made him unable to resist the crying.

After getting ready, Asya went downstairs, to the kitchen to help Ipah prepare dinner. Ipah was a little awkward because his mistress did not look cheerful as usual.

"Mas El want to eat what Mommy?" Ask Asya.

"Master said he was coming home tonight, he was eating out. So I cook for Madam only" replied Ipah.

"If so then Mbak Ipah and Pak Agus just go home. I'll cook it myself" Asya replied.

"Okay Madam, excuse me" said Ipah. Ipah walked out and asked Agus to go home as well as their Madam requested.

Asya left the kitchen and walked towards the living room. In front of a large poster of his idol, he sat down softly. Pouring everything Asya felt on the idol poster.

"Oppa, my husband is as handsome as you are. But why is he not as good and romantic as you? If I could choose, I want to marry you Oppaaa" Asya lamented.

The sadness made Asya even more angry. Hoping that the idol would hear his outpouring of heart through the night wind. Asya continued to spend her energy to vent on her idol posters. Although there is no answer, Asya never tired of babbling non-stop. Until he was tired and asleep in his sleep.

At 23:36.....

Chequek..

El opened the door, no thoughts. He immediately walked towards the room, his gaze staring around the room.

"Asya" call El. He did not find his wife on the bed. Not in the bathroom, and anywhere in the corner.

"Where is he? Is he gone again?" Muttered El while looking around the house. El entered every room in his house, worried about calling Asya's name.

Until he found his wife asleep in a sitting position in front of the idol poster.

"You have me, why do you have to tell this inanimate thing? Your idol doesn't even know that you exist and admires it so much. Stupid girl" muttered El.

El lifted up his wife's tiny body, moved it onto the guest bed. He did not want to wake Asya if he had to carry her up to his room on the upper floor. After enveloping Asya, El returned to his room to clean up.

After the bath, El went back down to the guest room with his leptop. But he did not find Asya there.

"Ashey? You where?" Shouted El. He went back to every corner of the room to the bottom of the bed did not find his wife there.

"From what Mas?" Chirps Asya surprised El. El turned his head, looking at his wife who was standing in front of the door with a cup in hand.

"No, my phone fell off" answered El looking for an excuse. Asya approached, giving hot coffee to her husband. El always drinks coffee at night, to accompany him to work.

"Have you eaten?"

Asya nodded.

"You've taken your medicine?"

Asya nodded.

"When are you going to lie?" El's question made Asya speechless. El showed me the medicine bottle, confidently saying that Asya had not touched the medicine at all, and he was right.

El pulled Asya to sit next to him, "Alright, for today I will let you. How about we go for a walk tomorrow?"

"I'll pick you up after your class is over. We can spend time together" El replies.

Asya looked at her husband and nodded. He then lay back on the bed, turning his back to El who was at work.

Are all those women Mas El treated like this? I don't know, it's luck or anything, but I don't want to be equated with them. Realize Asya, in the eyes of El you and them alike, the inner Asya.

The girl tried to close her eyes, throwing away all the bad thoughts. The thought would only hurt him, but Asya still could not forget.

"Aaah" cried El in pain. He rubbed his back which hurt.

"Mas El why?" Asya asked in surprise. He immediately woke up from his sleep and approached El who sat down while holding his back. Asya then went to the kitchen, took a glass of drinking water and balsam.

"Drink Mas, I pijitin ya" said Asya while giving the code to El Tenggurap.

"Why do I have to lie on my stomach, gini aja" replied El while pulling Asya's hand to touch his back.

Yes, I will do anything to bring you close, Inner El.

Asya nodded, he drew closer the distance between them. Apply balsam and gently massage her husband's back. Their distance was so close that Asya could hear and feel El's breathing.

Cup....

El kissed Asya's nose as she massaged her back.

"Mas El's been drinking?" Ask Asya who is still focusing on her massage.

"Still smell huh? I took a shower" replied El.

Just a question, besides Asya can not do anything because it has happened. Seeing the reality if El drinks, again attracts Asya's negative thoughts. The husband must have gone with another woman, and is now trying to get close to her.

I thought, even though Mas El didn't see me as a wife at least he wouldn't play outside anymore. But, maybe Papa is right, men need more than one woman, Asya thought.

Asya's negative thoughts continue to make her prejudiced against El. Unlike the El who tried to get closer to their relationship.

Do I have to keep getting sick for you to notice? I love the moments with you, I miss my cheerful Asya, Inner El.

"Well is that good?" Ask Asya.

"Not yet" replied El briefly. Asya looked at her husband, she did not see the look of pain again there.

"He's not sick now. Sleep gih" added El after realizing Asya looking at him sharply.

"Mas El don't forget to drink lots of water, it's Mas work sitting for a long time. Hard work may be Mas, but health is more important" said Asya while tidying up all the stems.

Put all the glasses in the kitchen, put the husband's leptop on the table, put the husband's blanket on and went to lie down afterwards.

"Yes, tomorrow I have to leave in the morning there's a meeting, so maybe I don't have time for breakfast. I can't get between you either" El said, tilting her body to Asya.

Asya apparently tilted her body in the other direction, turning her back on the husband. El closed the distance, hugging Asya from behind.

"May I sleep while hugging you?" Ask El slowly.

"Do whatever makes Mas El happy, is not the duty of a wife to serve her husband" Asya explained.

El feels permission from Asya, without knowing what Asya really feels. He hugged Asya in his sleep.