Pressure From Ex Husband
Honeymoon at home
"Rihana, are you alone?" greet mas Alim.
"Yes, Mas. My husband is still in a meeting, but soon he will be here." I replied normally. And a smile was on my ex-husband's lips. This time he no longer talks much, just say hello and immediately take a seat not far from me.
Mas Alim seems to deliberately want to avoid me, I really do not matter and make me more comfortable like that, because I also have to keep my husband's feelings, even though Mas Dimas never revealed his heart, even though Mas Dimas never revealed his heart, but I know, my husband always harbors jealousy if it is related to my ex-husband, it is visible from his eyes that always look unsettled and restless. But honestly I was also curious because he avoided, if he had started to be able to move on and try to open his heart to other women, if it is true I am happy, if I am, and I hope what I think is true.
We were sitting in the same row of chairs, Mas Alim took a place three seats away from me, I put my handbag on the chair beside me, so that later when Mas Dimas came to get a seat adjacent to me, I was indifferent and did not want to ask or look at Mas Alim, he said, even though I knew that the man kept silently glancing at me, I knew from the tail of this eye that he had accidentally seen.
[Darling, we're leaving soon, Alma's already starting to wave?] The incoming message from Dimas mas asking the situation here, I know he certainly does not want to miss the moment of the race that my son followed, Mas Dimas always tried to give the best for us. [Yes, Mom. Yes carefully. Not yet, this is still a basketball game.] My reply is as it is and these lips smile gratefully, I am very lucky to have a husband like Mas Dimas.
[Okay, I'm going straight there. Love you dear.] Her reply was friendly and always made me love the man who always seemed perfect in my eyes. [Okay, Mum. Love you to darling. Beware.] I replied with a smile that continued to be engraved on these lips, imagining the face of my husband who must also be smiling reading a reply to a message from me, romantic to make us always act like young people who are in love.
Nine o'clock in thirty-five minutes, the basketball game is over. And the race is about to start, but Dimas has not been seen coming, I look at my daughter who always set her sights here, maybe she is looking for the whereabouts of Mas Dimas, hopefully, Mas Dimas will be here soon. And sure enough, when I started to get nervous, the man I really expected his presence to appear, Before heading towards me, before heading towards me, Mas Dimas first walked towards Alma who was excited to come greet him typical child style, seen Alma yapping his papa with reverence, and Mas Dimas stroking his hair full of affection, he said, they look to be talking, maybe his dad is encouraging for girls who are starting to grow up. Very beautiful scenery and hopefully this togetherness will be established until later we age, Aamiin.
"Honey, sorry a little late, was queuing up to buy gasoline first in the pom, fortunately the race has not started." Mas Dimas went straight to me and took a seat beside me, glancing at his eyes looking at his ex-husband and nodding a smile sign he was greeting. Mas Alim who also looks smiling and nods his head to return my husband's greeting.
"Yes, tired?" I replied attentively and wiped the sweat on his forehead with a tissue.
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"Alhamdulillah yes, do not expect me dear, Alma can run fast like that, win again. I just wanted to come running, carried away by the atmosphere because I saw Alma greget that." sounds Mas Dimas was very enthusiastic about the race that was followed by my son. "When I had a plan to take you on the road and give Alma a gift after the race, but Alma turned out to be with her father, but no papa, no papa, we can be free again all day in the room, right baby?" Mas Dimas again will ask for his right, he always took advantage of alone time by doing that if Alma is not home, Alma is not home, in fact, often also ask the maids in the house to be given money for the road so that we can do anywhere freely, in the kitchen, living room and even the back garden, aah my husband, as if never bored and tired when it comes to this one.
"Later let Mr. Nice and the others go the way out, I want to really enjoy the time together with you freely at home." he continued with a smile. Geez, even though I just sat down, eeh it turns out my husband has thought about it, ready for my body to limp made, but I am happy and always enjoy it, eeh, because Mas Dimas always knows how to treat me gently in every game.
"As far as you are, my. I'm so bright and resigned." I reply pretentiously and turn this face towards the window, even though I'm hiding a happy smile.
"So, you don't like it, you mind baby, tired again?" he asked worriedly and began to look anxious, instead I increasingly wanted to laugh no longer able to refrain from laughing at the expression of anxiety mixed with disappointment in the look on my husband's face.
"Kok laughing, you know me. hammmm watch out later, no mercy, you must be punished, five times anyway." Oh my God, his mind was always that, huh.
Arriving at home, Mas Dimas immediately asked Mr. Bagus and others went on the road by giving him some money, Mas Dimas asked them to come back later after the crash, but now it is still one noon, there will be a long journey that we go through later, ah my husband, you always know how to take a honeymoon, more precisely the honeymoon at home that he often created to make this relationship stronger.
As long as I was Mas Dimas' wife, always he could create a different atmosphere, giving comfort and a smile on these lips, despite his desire not far from asking for his right as a husband, but I like the way he treats me, full of tenderness and love, because that's the way to make the husband and wife relationship tighter and love deeper in our hearts, Mas Dimas never demanded me more, he just asked me for us to try to understand each other and accept more or less each, in order to feel the comfort between us undergoing this household heresy.
