Pegates
Quarrelling
"But atiku loro mbak," kilah me
" Bak nar nar, wes ndang c'mon muleh rungokno opo seng mauk no crap"
Ms. Tyas was married to mas ndaru since I was still sitting on the bench smp that's why she was very close to me like a big brother not long after our bike entered the yard.
" Loh ndi klambine jare njupok seams" asked mas ndaru saw we did not bring anything
Mas dennis looked fresh and changed clothes and was playing chess with mas dennis on the terrace.
" Mboh ki tiwas adoh adoh moro jebule jahite mason wrong send sms" sahut mbak tyas wrote the story.
" Oalah, ben tak parani po piye" timpal mas ndaru mbak tyas ,mas ndaru is fond of joking.
" Sak karep mu mas, wes not mlebu sek" concluded mbak tyas while mesem
Like the advice of mbak tyas I try to be ordinary.
Michelle and ibra slept together in our mother's room looking awkward with each other while in the room
There was a sense of disgust that enveloped my heart seeing dennis mas, ******** the woman was ringing until now in my mind.
" Iaaang, kangen mas once "mas dennis tried to hug me
" Don't even try to touch me I feel so disturbed how could are you!! I said while avoiding
" I can explain by detail why that thing happened not totally my fault!
" You don't have to"
" I'm totally understood! name ****"!
"I please watch out your mouth i'm your husband respect me 🙏 "
" Enough! I respect you enough infront of them!
Dennis had expected this to happen so we chose to fight in English .
So that mothers and children do not understand what we are talking about as they suddenly wake up.
"Darling please mas tired of heart, energy and mind we rest first we will finish in our homes hmm?" pinta mas dennis with a voice that sounded hoarse because tired and sleepy.
"Dennis, breakfast dinar first" exclaimed the mother from outside the room
" Yes ma'am" Mas dennis said I faintly heard but my eyes felt heavy to open my body felt drifting because of lack of sleep somehow at what time we fell asleep last night
"I'm awake Yok that mother has called" said Mas dennis softly while patting gently on my cheek mas dennis.
It is true that there is no energy to respond dennis mas fingered my forehead because my lack of sleep automatically increased my body temperature so slightly.
" What if your body is hot are you sick?" tanya dennis fingered my neck and forehead alternately
" No lack of sleep" I said weakly
Mas dennis held my wrist as a professional diver and once helped basarnas of course he knew how to check the pulse of someone normal or not
" My pulse is so weak at the hospital, right?"
" I don't know because I don't sleep enough"
Dennis went out of the room because she was waiting at the dinner table
" Dinar hasn't woken up yet?" I .heard mother's voice
" Dinar is sick and her body is hot"
" yes, I'm not popo ki"
Mom went in the room and put her hand on my forehead.
"Ndok,moan yo? "
" Mboten bu kirang tilem mawon"
" Oouh wes tangio breakfast sek bar breakfast turu'o meneh "
" Lack of love piye bojo mu nar nar" chirped mom as she left my room.
After mother left us both in the room dennis walked towards me who was still lying on the bed .
Mas dennis again asked me to sit down while offering the tea he brought from the dining table, patiently dennis approached the glass to my mouth.
I closed my mouth in a meeting .
" Iaaang please simple first his anger, drink first let there be energy hmm"
" Later finish it" Mas dennis tried to stay soft and close the tea glass back to my lips I kept shaking.
" I just want to go to bed and hope to never wake up again, tired , my heartache wafts" I wailed as I squeezed my left chest while tears began to pool in my eyes.
Mas dennis sighed then rubbed a palm to his face as if he was trying not to be provoked by his emotions.
There was only silence between us dennis sitting on the edge of his arm extension holding his head bowed down.
After a long silence each other mute dennis turned to me his gaze I see because of lack of sleep but also there is a look of sadness there.
" What are you hmm?!" dennis began to lose patience because of my attitude
" Dear of the dinar please don't be childish"
" She said we'll finish up at home why don't you understand sich? , you want everyone to know? and finally backfire?"
" If that's what you want OK please mas can't do anything else!"
"Please do what you dinar"
dennis said as he went out of the room
There was a slight pity seeing dennis mas his face looked very tired .
My chest felt so claustrophobic it felt like wanting to vent my disappointment right then and there, wanting to scream as loud as possible why should I always have to understand, why should I always give up?
I saw dennis was about to grab the doorknob I called him
" Maas," call me
Mas dennis paused his intentions and turned his head towards me
" Yes?" Dennis turned around and approached me who was now sitting on the edge of the bed.
" Today we both went out first, son, let's settle our problems here"
Dennis nodded and agreed to my request
" Ok, yes you have breakfast first, after that shower and we both go out ."
" Our ma'am said to go out first there needs to be a child we don't bring"
" Wes are nangdi?
" Treaty kaleh kalcone mas dennis" I said lying
Along the way to home we did not talk much cool with each other's mind and drifted in the rhythm of the song from our favorite band both.MLTR
*hy do I still cry for you*
*why do I still fear to face*
* the ghost of you*
the lyrics of the song that is being played as if representing the feelings of my dozen years of marriage I am still in the haunt of the feeling of fear .
Because drifting in the rhythm of the song does not feel it has arrived in front of the fence after
almost 2 weeks at mom's house when she returned home this became a little foreign to me
This house is beautiful but feels lifeless cold, in contrast to the mother's house although far from the word luxurious but very comfortable full of warmth in simplicity
I rushed down and opened the gate.
