Romantic Husband (Stupid Sure Met) By Meisy T

Accident

Be late. My hands were trembling while trying to avoid the bike.

Braaak!

My bike is against the asphalt.

"Woy! Brenti!" silvi yelled at the biker who kept on going without any concern for me.

Silvi stopped the motor, then approached me.

"How are you?" Silvi helped me stand up.

I just shook weakly. My body was still trembling considering the incident earlier. Scroll the torn shirt sleeve on the elbow.

"Basic has no heart!" Silvi sneered towards the motor that was already away.

"Udah, Sil .. I was also wrong, less concerned about the way."

"Stay away. At least he wants your condition" he scolded while marginalizing my bike.

I tried to smile to calm the chatty lady down. "I'm not papa, really."

Some people stopped questioning me and offered to go to the hospital. I just smiled and thanked him.

Silvi led me to a stall not far from where we were standing. The little lady bought a bottle of water and handed it to me.

"Thank you, Sil."

"Appaan, anyway! Where's your HP?"

"Make what?"

"Create a Ridho phone. Let him pick her up, I don't dare screw people."

"Ga. I'm just a gini scuff."

"Gee! It's a big piss, anyway. Here's the HP!"

"I don't have the number." I finally admit I haven't saved Ridho's number.

"God! It's grim! Call me if so, let him ask Ridho to pick me up."

"Well ... later on worry, Sil. I ain't papa coming home by myself."

Silvi let out a breath. "Yes, I'm home."

Just about to get home, my gawa rang the sign of an incoming call. I took that flat thing out of the bag. My forehead is crinkling reading the words 'My Husband' on the screen.

A ridho?

"Who?" ask Silvi.

I shook my head slowly. I take the call and say hello.

"What time are you home?" ask after answering my greeting.

It turned out that Ridho had contacted me. I don't think we've ever exchanged numbers. Could he have kept my number while alone in the room?

"A little while," I replied.

"Cocky noise? Where again?"

Silvi suddenly approached. "Riddho! Reva accident. You get him here, yeah!"

Holy hooch! This little girl quietly watched and knew Ridho was contacting me.

"Why didn't you say that from earlier? Where are you now?" Ridho's voice sounded panicked.

I glanced at Silvi before answering Ridho's question. The woman smiled and put on a cute pretentious face.

"The Tebeng area, the grand mosque on the side of the road."

"Wait there, I'll pick you up."

"Yes." Yeah."

I disconnect the call, then stare fiercely at Silvi. "You, anyway! Why yell that. Make him worry."

"Let's go! Cie .. who wants to be picked up by the husband. He said he didn't keep the number." Silvi teases.

"really. I haven't saved Ridho's number."

"Means he's a standby husband. Good thing he took the initiative to keep your number."

Although still upset, I acknowledge Silvi's words.

Ten minutes passed, I saw Ridho circulating his gaze looking for our whereabouts. Silvi waved at him.

"Aren't you papa?" ask the man who is my husband, after approaching us.

"Just a little scuff," I replied.

"Lechet what! That wound. Bandel. It was desperate to go home alone," Silvi interrupted.

Ridho looked at me sharply. I stared fiercely at Silvi.

Here's the kid, why be a gini stove, anyway?

"Thank you, Sil," said Ridho.

"No problem. I'm first yeah. Titip Reva."

"Quiet down. Your friend is safe with me" said Ridho.

Silvi chuckled softly. "Believe, really!"

The light-skinned woman stepped onto her motorcycle. I waved my hand as he drove down the highway.

"Wait here, wait a minute, I'll drop the bike to a friend's workshop a long way from here."

"Yes." Yeah."

After taking my bike to the workshop, Ridho again led me to his bike. Nervousness erupted as his hand reached for my finger.

"We're going to the clinic first, right?" bargained for.

"Go ahead, take care of the wound medicine at home."

Ridho let out a rough breath. I turned my eyes in the other direction.

On the bike, we didn't talk much.

"Hand!"

"Huh?"

Ridho grabbed my hand to put it on his waist. I just according to him, even though the thump in the chest is getting felt.

Upon arriving home, the man grabbed my waist, then stepped slowly.

"Assynjetoy!" Ridho.

"Waalaikumsalam," answered the mother, then opened the door.

"Riddho? What's the matter, son?" Mother took turns looking at us.

I was just grimacing confusedly answering Mom's question.

"Reva fell off the bike, ma'am. It was just a tau, " replied Ridho.

"Oh Allah ... severe injury?" I asked her while looking at my body.

"Yes, I took the wound medicine first."

She returned with a box filled with drugs.

"Son Ridho please clean up Reva's wounds."

"Good, Mom."

Ridho took me to the room, then asked me to sit on a chair. He crouched down to clean my wounds with gauze that had been given alcohol liquid. Betadin was placed on a wound that was clean.

"You don't work?" my many.

"Do not think of others, again gini wounds!"

I breathe out slowly. His people were well answered ketus.

"Why didn't you just call me?"

"I don't want to make people worry."

"Ga can do it again. If anything happens, please contact me yes ...."

Ah ... My heart feels warm hearing Ridho's words. I nodded my head in response.

"Aren't you coming home?"

"Ga papa, really."

"Yes, now that you rest first, I still have work in the office."

"Yes, you don't skip work."

"Mas!"

Oops! I'm not used to that call. My tongue feels stiff when I try to say it.

"Yes, M-Mas," I said.

Ridho smiled happily at it. I kissed my forehead before I left the room.

***

Almost two o'clock in the afternoon I woke up. I patted my forehead when I remembered the Zuhur prayer.

I slowly walked to the bathroom. Looks like my leg sprained. It was not too painful, probably because it was always helped when walking.

After the Zuhr prayer, I returned to the bed. My stomach rang because it had not been filled. I lifted my body back up which felt weak.

"Where are you going?"

Suddenly Ridho had already pushed the door of the room.

"You eat."

"Here is. Let me take it."

I chose to obey and sat down on the edge of the bed. Ridho put his bag on the table, then walked out of the room. After a few minutes, he returned with a plate of rice along with a side dish and a glass of water.

The man with eyes as sharp as an eagle was feeding rice into my mouth.

"Ga. I can do it myself." I was uncomfortable with his attention.

"Udah. Just remember, why?"

I'm not arguing anymore. Ridho painstakingly fed me until the dishes were clean.

Duh ... this food is good what because of being fed by a husband?

"You are following the entourage of Mr. Aja goinya. I'm headfirst. Later I will explain to Mother's father your condition."

"Yes." Yeah."

After lying down for a while, Ridho was getting ready to leave. I wanted to drive him forward, but he forbade.

***

"Where are you, son?"

"Sound, Mom. But my legs are a little sprained like. Pain in the road."

"Mom call the masseuse first. Let's go to Ridho's house later."

"Thank you, Mom."

"Yes, honey." Mom stroked the top of my head before it passed.

***

After being massaged by my neighbor who works as a masseuse, my feet are a bit light. However, he suggested one or two more massage so as not to hurt again.

After performing the Magrib prayer, we began to prepare to go to Ridho's house. Some of my neighbors and brothers came along. We actually run in this town. My parents and siblings are in another province.

"Come, Mom!" said the man who sat on the terrace.

"Yes, sir."

I rushed to finish the makeup, then tidied up the golden-colored kebaya with the matching hijab I was wearing. We went to Ridho's house with a group that filled two cars.

Upon arrival, we were welcomed by the Ridho family. The tall man looked handsome with material pants and red batik. The event also took place solemnly. Only two families and several neighbors attended.

The event ended with a prayer for the two brides, then dinner. I also drove the departure of Mother and Father with a heavy heart.

"It's fine here, son," said the father.

"Remember Mom's message" added Mom.

I just nodded my head. No tears on my cheeks. Though Ridho said only stay a few days, but still I was sad.

***

After the Fajr prayer, I rushed to the kitchen to help my mother-in-law.

"What cooking, Bun?"

"You make spicy acid. You clean the fish first."

"Yes, Bun."

I also helped the in-laws prepare breakfast, then washed the dirty cookware.

After breakfast with the Ridho family, I returned to the room to pick up the dirty clothes.

As I was about to enter the kitchen door, I heard the conversation Ridho and his mother.

"Your wife can't cook. Wash dishes there are also greasy."

"That's it, Bun. Maybe he's a soybean, so less focused."

"Huh! Looks like it, less nimble to work."

The deg!

My heart ached a little to hear my mother-in-law's words. I hurried to the room, not wanting to hear their conversation.

Mom ... I want to go home....

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