Possive Husband

PH-9

Meisha POV

This morning I was surprised by the truth. I woke up in Satria's arms, instantly my world was silent. My brain is busy digesting everything.

I blinked, not daring to do anything other than rub my eyelids. This happened for the first time in almost a month of marriage. Indeed, my relationship with Satria has recently improved, not as cold as in the beginning. But still, events like this in the morning are rare, and never even happened.

“awake?” satria's waking voice, clearly caught by my ears. Suddenly I wanted to rush into the hole to bury myself.

“kalo your mind is to bury yourself, that's too much. We didn't do anything last night, so don't think like that” again the voice of Satria I heard before I could say anything. Oh, is he a psychic? who can read my mind? No. gabe. Even a fool knows he doesn't have that ability.

“you are comfortable in this position? sorry, I have to work” Satria said again teasing me. I immediately reflexively tried to escape from Satria's embrace when I heard Satria's taunts. 

Okay, Satria emang ngeselin! He said he had to work himself. But, now who is trying to make me stronger in his arms?

“lepasin no?!” ketus. I'm still trying to get out of his arms.

“still morning. No need to rush the same husband” reply Satria with flat.

“semalem you nightmare. Inget no heck? It is a lie if you do not want, your people are trying to wake up” Satria continued. I stopped doing my revolting on Satria. Slowly I took a deep breath. My brain always works slower when I wake up. Slowly I began to remember, glimpses of my dreams last night though not completely.

I felt like my dream last night was the same as mine the night before. About the past being concerned with the man named Julian whom I wanted to throw out of my memory scroll, drowning him to the bottom of a pile of useless papers in my memory.

“mmm. sorry, already ngerepotin semalem” said after a few minutes of silence. Satria took her breath, I could feel her chest rising and falling rapidly. What I felt afterwards was that Satria's embrace was coming back to me.

“Satria...”.

“even if I am a husband who married you because of kotrak, still in his position I am your husband. If there's any story, you don't have to hide anything from me. We did not relate well enough from the beginning, but let's fix it from now on as time goes by” Satria spoke without the slightest burden, with a distinctive calm tone of hers.

I was astonished, unable to think of anything other than finding myself shocked by what Satria had just said.

Fix it as time goes on? What does Satria mean?

***

Like a cloudy sky that suddenly turned bright. That's how my relationship with Satria is now, changing drastically. Sometimes I still think I can't believe what has happened in a marriage relationship for two weeks. Satria changed a lot, she got warmer, cared, talked a lot and always paid attention to anything about me. It's weird, but my brain doesn't feel rejection at all.

Everything was going normally, Satria and I were like a happy couple. I waited for Satria to come home from the office every day with a feeling that was beyond measure. Every day from morning to evening I spent working on a thesis that I started early last week. Sometimes I learn to cook to fill the free time waiting for Satria to come home. This feels fun, doesn't it? The marriage went as it should. Except, how could this marriage have happened.

“Meisha?”

I turned “ya?” sahutku. I hurriedly got up from my chair, rushed out of the room and down the stairs to approach Satria who had just called me. He's already home.

“who ya” said me with next to the raised eyebrow, teasing him because Satria looks weak.

Satria smiled. A smile that I could describe with a feeling of tiredness mixed with relief.

“suami kamu” Satria replied as she swung her hand at my head, scrambling my hair slowly.

None of us started talking, quiet. But strangely, I felt very comfortable with the domineering silence. Satria's eyes closed, she leaned her head against the back of the sofa. From the side I could clearly see that God had given him such great good looks. I smiled to myself.

I slowly raised my hand, loosening the knot of tie that seemed to strangle his neck. I carefully removed the tie, afraid to disturb it. The suit that Satria was wearing had already been removed and draped on the arm of the sofa. I unbuttoned Satria's shirt sleeve and rolled it up to her elbow, repeating it on her other sleeve.

“you slept?” I sat down next to Satria. Again, I enjoyed the almost perfect view of Satria's face.

Satria blinked slowly, then his eyes opened slowly. “aku tired” he replied briefly. Satria's eyes looked red with fatigue, I faintly cried.

“the name is also working will be tired. I ngerti”. I folded the tie that was on my lap.

“mandi, keep eating. You just finished it you can sleep. Have you eaten?” continued

Satria shook her head slowly, then sighed. His eyes were back closed. This way Satria really looks six years older than his age, but here it does not reduce the handsome portion he has.

“you're too good. More precisely the good wife” suddenly the remark escaped Satria's lips, making me frown. There was an uncomfortable feeling waiting for what Satria would say next. 

“I'm just trying to do my job so far. I learned from how Mommy treats Daddy”, I said slowly. I don't know what crossed Satria's mind, which obviously made her shake her head.

“I was too bad, because I did not treat you well at the beginning” Satria replied. Segurat expression appeared on Satria's face which was now facing me. His eyes focused on me.

It seems I was too happy with what was formed between us during these two weeks, until I forgot what we were like at the beginning. But it turned out, it was the thought that plagued Satria. I shook my head and tried to smile to calm the mood. My hands were raised to touch Satria's eyebrows with my middle and index fingers, removing the wrinkles that formed between the black eyebrows.

“not a problem pantes or not. But my wife should treat her husband like that. It's not a matter of panting or not. But you yourself right told us to fix all this with time?”

“i have tried to step up, correct my behavior and try to do my best as a wife. What is pamtes? You're my husband. I'm your wife, I should have treated you well. Serving sincerely with you. See? Simple and true” I finally.

Satria silently said nothing, she took her breath and pulled me in her arms. Warm, that's how I feel every time Satria hugs me with both of her strong arms.

“kalo aja you know how much I want to make more to touch you.” Satria started his speech when I started to take off his embrace.

“but I have to think far ahead. How about when this marriage contract expires, and I have to get you out. That means you will continue your life which obviously will not have me in it. Who knows if you will marry the guy you love. And, I have to keep you ‘utuh’ until that time arrives. Even so, sometimes I almost give up my own desire”

Dumbstruck. I honestly don't know what to say to respond to all of Satria's words. Ridiculous indeed, but my eyes are heating up, between haru and hard to believe. Satria thought about getting there? Does Satria only consider this to be a contract marriage? And not a little love?

Then how am I? This feeling?

“but that does not mean I want to release you for another man” said Satria before taking a breath on my neck.

She. wanted me.

“hm..” 

Nothing more I said, honestly I mentioned what to do. This afternoon was different from the previous afternoon. Satria took off her arms at me, then laid her body and put her head on my lap. Satria pulled one hand to hold.

“taste comfortable.” Satria closed her eyes.

“it feels comfortable, just go home and know you're waiting for me. But, I was afraid when I stepped over the door and did not worry you were behind it” continued Satria slowly, his voice began to hoarse.

I looked down, “I will be there every time you go home” said I then kissed the temple for a while. Satria tightened her grip on me, her breathing slowly orderly and calm as I raised my head. 

I rubbed my free finger against her head, combed her hair gently and let her sleep on my lap.

I do not know what Satria has passed today, what Satria has faced and what Satria has lived today. I don't know anything about that. All I know is, she'll come home to me when dusk comes.