
*The Long Night
The hour hand is increasingly moving to the next number, rotating along with the changing color of the earth day and night, this time the short needle of the alarm clock on the table has shown at 23:00 WIB, mas Qiyas, who was dressed in checkered pajamas, was now resting on the bed while occasionally changing TV channels.
On the contrary, I was still sculpting here while switching behavior by tearing up the small pizza box, until finally I began to be surprised to wash my hands, and, according to the contents of the terms of our divorce number 3 I also immediately prepared a container filled with water to wipe the back of his feet, hesitating to approach him who continues to silence since the apology was said earlier.
"Aam.I want to wash your feet" I said very hesitantly.
Without telling me any more, Qiyas woke up and lowered his feet under the bed right where I placed the water container, slowly washing it to his two feet, there was no conversation between us, until 15 minutes I had completed my task while rushing to the bathroom to dispose of the remaining water in the container, mas Qiyas looked only back with the glare of his eyes that continued to look up at the TV.
"Have I been talking wrong?" my murmurs are still confused.
After that, I again walked up to the side of the empty bed next to Mas Qiyas, instead of wanting to lie there, but instead I just took a pillow and roll neatly arranged while stretching a mini carpet on the floor as my body welder tonight, instantly, Qiyas watched my movements from the top of the bed.
"Sleeping downstairs?"
"This is your room" I said as if to explain that I was a woman who knew herself.
"Sleeping on top" he closed while again directing his gaze to the TV screen.
"I mean I'm the same you sleep together? bed basket?" I tried to make sure his words just now maybe he was in a khilaf or maybe a tongue sprain told me to sleep in bed with him, while patting my two index fingers I look like giving an image using body language, he said, he shone a glance at me with a gaze that was enough to make me understand what he meant.
"Ok.ok I slept on top"
I also immediately folded the mini carpet that I had stretched earlier, then took another pillow to put on the bed.
"It's.ini I naroh bounds ya here" I said while compiling a few bolster pillows in the middle of the bed to be made a barrier, seeing my silliness, it was, mas Qiyas did not bother me he just fell silent and kept staring at the television screen.
Seeing the gaze of mas Qiyas who was so serious about absorbing the plot of the film that was being watched, even I was curious about it, when I turned my face forward there was something surprising that began to happen.
"Auuhh.." I suddenly shouted hysterically expressing my shock while closing my eyes, while embracing the right arm of the Qiyas who was sitting right next to me, how scared I was to see a ghost sighting that suddenly emerged from the horror movie that was being watched.
"Hiss..what the hell" he said he did not like, he then took off the rough embrace of my hand that had just seized on his arm.
"Halaah..kalo afraid yes do not need to watch" he said flat.
When I reached for my lips, then rushed to smash, and, instead of closing my eyes, but what I did was an erratic smile when I nailed to stare diligently at the face of the face of the Qiyas mas who was absorbing the plot of the horror film that was almost over, the unthinkable thing in my mind was that of course at the end of the corner of his eye, mas Qiyas was well aware that he was currently being intended by my hypnotized gaze.
"Well, you see me?"
"Have I?" I said, quite surprised.
"Whoever looks around, the man from earlier looks at the wall clock" kilahku, but he no longer responds to anything, mas Qiyaspun back to continue the spectacle.
Suddenly my lips began to taper again on his face, not knowing the shame why I could be this crazy, slowly I looked at every curve of his face from the side, and I looked at each curve of his face from the side, not to ignore the admiration even on each side of this eye photograph it, there is only one conclusion that can be interpreted that is "Handsome"
"Why smile?" apparently, Qiyas again realized the line of my lips that began to sembbit this, but I just shook my head in response to his question just now, while continuing to look at his face, he said, until not long after I saw that Qiyas was starting to misbehave my gaze, he continued to push all the TV remote buttons until the channel changed chanel but like there was nothing to watch it again shortly afterwards it also spread next to me.
He then turned back to me, but soon he returned to his back again while secretly glancing at me hoping that my two eyes would no longer highlight him, but my gaze that has never changed this increasingly makes him in the boycott feeling uncomfortable, until finally he woke up again and voiced annoyance at me.
"Why are you?"
"Stop looking at me like that cake, you think I like it?"
"Stop squirms me like that" he said increasingly irritated.
"I said sto.." Not perfect yet to tell me when I woke up and kissed his right cheek, found it, found it, mas Qiyas stared almost unblinkingly at the glint of my face with a shocked look, even as I grinned more and more, there was nothing more he could say but silence and then aghast towards the bathroom, long enough he was in there also heard the sound of water pouring from the tap, I don't know what he was doing, I can only look at the bathroom door from here.
Unbeknownst to me, the thing that happened while Qiyas was in the bathroom was that he was trying to calm himself down, while repeatedly mas Qiyas rinsing his face that began to turn red as he muttered in his heart.
"Huwaaah is crazy, remember Qiyas she is just a pawnshop woman, she is not a good woman like Kiran"
Slowly, Qiyas grabbed a small towel nearby and rubbed his entire wet face, touching his left chest every now and then, right where stuck his heart that was bursting violently in there, with a blank look he again sorted his face sharply on the mirror reflection.
"Huuuph..huuuuph.." his breath, as if to describe how furious he was at the incident just now.