Romantic Husband (Stupid Sure Met) By Meisy T

Mom .. I want to go home

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 ....

When I remembered that dirty clothes were still in my hands, I was suddenly confused. Should I go back to the back?

Holy hooch! The hijab I was wearing last night seemed to fall on the kitchen door. With a slow step I returned to the place. It turns out that the talk of Ridho and Mommy still continues.

"Dad, hurry your soul mate!"

"Bun, how do you talk about it?" Ridho's tone of voice sounded flat.

"Mother is afraid you're not taking care of me, son. A child is usually spoiled."

"Ga, Bun. Anyway, Reva's gonna fall off the bike yesterday. Mommy goes to the kitchen when I tell Dad again."

"Isn't he? Hm. I hope he doesn't disappoint."

"Yes, Bun. But he still wants to help Mommy, right?"

"alright. Let's see it later."

My feelings became erratic hearing the talk of Ridho and mother-in-law. Fear and worry in my heart. On the other hand, I am grateful that my husband continues to defend his wife.

I stepped back into the laundry room behind the kitchen. I took a deep breath before approaching them.

"Bun, I want holies. Still got some dirty clothes?" ask me after close.

Mommy looks excited, maybe surprised by my presence. Ridho also looks panicked.

"Wash the one in the machine" replied the middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful.

"Good, Bun."

I put dirty clothes in, then filled the water into the washing machine without talking. Mother has moved to the room, maybe preparing to leave. My mother-in-law works in a government agency, the Labor Service.

Ridho was sitting in the back garden, probably intending to accompany me. There is a chair made of wood. Four chairs are arranged around a small pond containing several types of fish. Some flowers are planted in pots, there are also plants that are allowed to propagate in the soil.

We were only separated by a waist-high wall, occasionally I glanced at Ridho with a tail of eyes. His face looks unusual.

After turning the machine, I went back to the room. My husband also followed. I threw myself in front of the bed in pairs of sky blue sheets. The man with the stern face sat beside me.

"Why you?" ask Ridho.

"Ga papa." I tried to hide the disappointment in my heart.

Ridho cleared his throat before asking, "You heard our conversation earlier?"

I turned my eyes to the window of the room that had been opened. Today it was so bright, the sky looked blue with vibrant white clouds adorning it, but not my heart.

"Rev?" Ridho pulled my arm to face him.

Those eyes looked at me with pity. A moment of sadness approached me. I wanted to run back home this time too.

"I'm .. I want to go home."

Ridho did not answer, the next second he grabbed me in his arms. I held back tears so as not to spread.

"I'm sorry, I said" he.

I sighed, then tried to loosen the embrace.

"You don't work?" my many.

Ridho looked at me sharply, "Why does he like to switch the conversation?"

Confused to have to answer Ridho's question, I just fell silent. Uncomfortable with his gaze, I turned my gaze to the wooden cabinet painted in ivory yellow. Almost like mine at home.

Hivaah! I really miss the room. I miss my Mom and Dad too.

"Later to work" I replied.

The light-skinned man sighed. "Aren't you papa I'm staying now?"

"Ga papa's. I'm going to college too."

"How "departure? Did I ask my friend to take the bike?"

"Ga. I'll take an angkot, I'll go home and get a motorbike. I'm going to the house to take files for the seminar list."

The distance of Ridho's house with my campus is not too far away. To be exact, the campus is in the middle between my house and the house of in-laws.

"Yes already. Be careful of the path" said Ridho, stroking the top of my head.

"Yes." Yeah."

Ridho took the key of the house located on the room table and handed it to me.

"Let's pick me up if there's not much to do."

I didn't answer, just kissed the hand he held out.

I set my foot on the second floor. Waiting for Silvi's arrival, I read the information board to find out the preparation of the seminar results. There was actually one friend who had a seminar last semester, but we weren't very close to him.

After taking down some important info, I took the device out of the bag. Typing messages for my best friend.

[Sil, why haven't you been to college?]

[I'm not feeling well. Are you nyampe, right?]

[Yes, here. Just made preparations for the seminar.]

[Forward, yes. Tomorrow we register and prepare.]

[Ok. My file is still at home.]

[Sip. How are you feeling better?]

[Still pegel-pegel, same foot hasn't gone well. Then go back home again.]

[Yes already. Be careful, Beb.]

[Yes. Thanks.]

"Cie .. who wants a seminar ..." said my classmates, Vera and Stefi.

Looks like the news about our seminar approval has spread.

I smiled at a glance. "You are also afraid again."

"Yes, here. I just got the schedule, you're out." Stefi smiled as she smiled.

I was close to Stefi the second semester. Although our relationship is not as close as it used to be, Stefi and I still get along.

"Well .. you guys please handle the snack donk, tar change. The others are still busy with guidance as they are," I asked.

"May, may," replied Vera.

"Yes, tar me wa again. No. You're still a long time, aren't you, Stef?"

"Yoha!"

"Sip. I'm first yeah."

"Ok" they answered.

After putting the notebook and the device into the bag, I rushed down. Walk back to the gate, then stop the transport towards the workshop.

I stood stiff in front of the workshop, Deva was seen sitting waiting for his motorbike to be patched. With a doubtful step, I entered the workshop.

"Reva?" A surprised look was drawn on Deva's face.

I try to smile. "Yes, Brother. The bike broke the tire, huh?"

"Yes. Why are you here?"

"You take the motor. Yesterday it fell close to here."

"Oh my God, are you papa?" Kak Deva's eyes exuded worry.

Shady eyes that I once admired. Always sending sincerity to me. Take a look in the other direction.

"It's just a scuff, brother."

"Thank God. Sit down, your brother's still busy."

"Yes, Brother." I sat in a chair facing the workshop.

"Want a drink? Let brother buy some more," he bargained while offering a bottle of unopened drink.

"Go on, brother. Thanks." Thanks."

Brother Deva cleared slowly. "Tok a message Brother ain't got back?"

I weighed in for a moment the right answer to Kak Deva's question. Guilt has come to my heart. It seems like a good time for me to be honest about marriage.

"Actually...." Breathe out before continuing the words.

Deva waited and smiled. A curious look on his face.

God ... strengthen me.

"Actually I-"

"Reva!" someone's voice sounds familiar

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