Possive Husband

PH-6

I decided to go to the campus and meet with the lecturer, but in reality I was given false hope, it really sucks to be a student who can only surrender to reality.

“huh, the habit of emang” muttered me while stepping down the campus corridor

“Meisha!” I stopped my steps, turning around when I heard a familiar voice. The corner of my lips was drawn up to see someone who was Mr. Denis walking up to me

“where is May? in a hurry like” said Mr. Denis when it was in front of me. We started walking in tandem.

“abis di-php same lecturer again sir huh” I grunt annoyed.

Only replied with a laughing voice by Mr. Denis.

“want to go home Meisha? really hurry, it's also twelve noon”

“abis want to do again sir, I no longer have class pak” said me. Mr. Denis is one of the young lecturers who are actually not too far from me, so Mr. Denis often helps me if I have difficulty regarding my courses. So I was with Mr. Denis already familiar as a friend, but I still respect him by calling him ‘Pak Denis’ although initially refused but I insisted.

Mr. Denis is a good man in my opinion, he treats me well. She said women should be respected and what she said was true?

“yah even daydreamed again Meisha hei—”

I blinked, raising one of my eyebrows while looking at Mr. Denis who was now switching in front of me.

“apa sir?”

Mr. Denis chuckled at the question as good as my answer.

“lunch together, front campus restaurant. Want to?” Denis asked impatiently. I glanced at the clock in my hand, half one. Not too late, Satria is also not possible to go home from the office at this hour. So it doesn't seem to hurt if I had a quick lunch with Mr. Denis.

“oke” I replied, I shrugged my shoulders casually. Mr. Denis clapped his hand, then moved beside me and grabbed my hand to hold it.

Don't get me wrong, we are purely just friends or rather the relationship between the lecturer and the student. And also this kind of coupling sometimes we used to do, because I know that Mr. Denis must also feel the usual things to me.

“May, by the way.welcome to your marriage” said Mr. Denis when we were resaturated in front of campus. I chuckled softly, what should be congratulated?

“iya thanks pak” reply.

“why not come to my wedding?” I asked when I remembered that I had not seen Mr. Denis at all at my wedding, when I told him to come. Mandatorily. How not? for me Mr. Denis is a good lecturer and my second and last friend after Irsyad.

“ah that, at that time there was a sudden affair. I'm sorry ya?” Mr. Denis scratched his eyebrows awkwardly. I squealed, punching his arm softly.

No one talked between us after that, we both just continued eating each other. I don't know why I feel that Mr. Denis is quieter than usual, or just my feelings. Mr. Denis is the type of person who never gets tired of talking, usually he always tells me a lot of things. About his work, about his research, and about anything, so I really like to listen to what Mr. Denis is talking about because it will increase my knowledge. But this time, Mr Denis more silent why?

“after lunch relax yuk bentar at coffeshop next” invite Mr Denis

“by yuk” without thinking long I agree to Mr. Denis request, after all I have not relaxed with him for a long time.

Mr. Denis told me to sit on one of the empty coffeshop benches, the bench was right in the corner with two chairs facing each other close to the glass.

“you wait here briefly, I pesen first. Okay?” I'm just pointing my thumb to answer Mr. Denis. He passed after I sniffed at him because he was turning my hair back slowly, an old habit that has never gone away until now.

I sat on my back against the chair, sighing tiredly while playing my phone. For a moment I thought that I would soon be working on my script, which meant that I would be busy and rarely meet with Mr. Denis. Suddenly I felt a real feeling I didn't know? ah maybe we were both too close, until I thought too deeply that I would rarely meet Mr. Denis.

I closed my eyes for a moment, stuffed my ears with a headset and I felt a coffeshop atmosphere that seemed to be in tune with the music I heard.

It seemed like I was too washed away in the atmosphere and almost forgot to open my eyes. But a cold object touched my cheek, causing my eyes to widen instantly and my head to dodge by reflex.

“do not be too washed away May, see the situation kali” said Mr. Denis while smiling without sin.

I just silently did not respond, Mr. Denis sat in front of me and thrust the Ice Coffe to me, which I received still quietly.

Mr. Denis kept silent, he just sipped his Ice Coffe drink while occasionally playing his phone. I was reluctant to start the conversation first because I felt the calm atmosphere made us comfortable without having to tell a story.

”God is not fair ya” said Mr. Denis suddenly. I stared at him quickly, the words he spoke were statements not questions. I took a quick sip of my Ice Coffe.

“don't say that sir, God it's always fair” replied me. I've been busy enjoying my favorite Ice Coffe.

“if God is fair—” Mr. Denis looks doubtful and cursed his words.

“why did God never give me the chance to express my feelings to you before the wedding?”

I choked in shock at what Mr. Denis had said. It turned out that all this time he had feelings for me, just like Irsyad felt for me.

“Pak..”

“i'm not kidding, I'm not from ngomomg. I really do not have a chance, even just to say”, said Mr. Denis interrupted my speech. He chuckled holding his head while daydreaming.

“alah lupain aja. I... I just too regret the fate of God” he said again. Mr. Denis looked at me, smiling sweetly. Her hands raised, she tidied my messy hair. I'm still dumbfounded. Mr. Denis likes me.

This fact made me lose my orientation, I just stared at him with a plain and stupid face. While Mr. Denis smiled foolishly, but the look in his eyes implied a feeling of sadness.

“I've liked you since the first time you mentioned your name in front of me. Ah, but who would have thought? you got married after two years from that day. Means I was a fool not to reveal everything since the beginning of” said Mr. Denis while chuckling.

“Pak, you pendem everything?” answer me

“your hair is a mess the hell Mei” he pulled my hairpin, tidied it up perfectly and back mnegaitat each other well.

“Denis..” I just mentioned his name without frills sir. For the second time, my voice was hoarse, my eyes were fiercely holding onto something that was about to fall from within.

“loh you even cry gini” Mr. Denis patted my shoulder slowly.

“stt. It was diem papa. Who is heartbroken who cries who” said Mr. Denis while laughing low. Mr. Denis pulled me in his arms.

I wrapped my hand around her waist, returning her embrace so tightly.

Wh why?

Why did Mr. Denis just express that feeling now. When I'm tied up?

Why did he just say when I hesitated to convince myself that his heart was mine?

Why is it only now that Satria is new?

My head is full of words why.

“now your task is only one, be happy. You should be happy with your husband, with your marriage. Maybe we are destined to be friends.

Mother, what about all this? I feel fucked.