Romantic Husband (Stupid Sure Met) By Meisy T

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I was swept away with a touch of Ridho. After releasing his lips, the man lifted my body onto the bed. Ridho's breath felt warm on my face.

Our eyes met for a moment. Our heart palpates faster than usual. Ridho brushed my cheek gently. Although this is not the first, still the nervousness hit me.

Slowly Ridho unbuttoned my sleeping pajamas. His hands moved touching my sensitive body. Nervousness changes feelings of comfort. We also give love to each other until the body shakes violently.

After getting his due, Ridho smiled, then kissed my forehead. Without speaking again she hugged me tightly until we fell asleep in the same blanket.

***

After taking a shower and performing dawn prayers, I rushed to the kitchen to help Mother.

"Well, you healthy, Bun?"

"The story goes" he answered briefly.

Is his heart still frozen for me? I don't talk much. Do your homework in silence. Only occasionally nodded his head as the woman decreed.

After breakfast and dinner, I went back to my room. Shortly sitting on the edge of the bed, Ridho caught up with me.

"Why?" he asked, after sitting next to me.

"Ga papa."

"Aren't you feeling well?" His hand moved to touch my forehead.

I shook my head slowly. "What time are we home?"

"Have you been in the afternoon?"

"But ...." I turned my eyes towards the open glass window. The wind swerved into my hair.

"We go first, he comes home late." Ridho looked at me gently.

Ah, this husband does understand my mood or just coincidences?

"Ga papa left when Mother's father was at home?" Doubt strikes, but the heart does not want to stay.

"Ga papa's. We're not, we've never been on the road. Want to go now?"

I weighed for a moment, then nodded my head. Ridho smiled and stroked the top of my head.

Comfortable.

"Yes, get ready, gih!"

The straight-postured man came out of the room. His step towards the kitchen, maybe will say goodbye to Mother.

I wore a blue batik skirt and a plain white shirt. After polishing the lipstick and sweeping the powder onto the face, I covered my hair with a blue hijab. When putting the device in the bag, Ridho came in.

"Is he ready?" tanyakanya.

"Yes." Yeah."

We also paid our respects to our father and mother-in-law.

"Don't be in the middle of the afternoon" the mother-in-law's message said.

I didn't take much heart from his words. Although there is an uncomfortable feeling hearing his tone. I want to enjoy this afternoon in peace with Ridho.

Ridho invited me to watch a movie at the cinema. Half way, drowsiness began to attack, I was not too hobby watching. Ridho had my head on his shoulder when there was a romantic scene.

I almost fell asleep if there was no background music stomping when the movie was almost over. Ridho chuckled softly seeing me gasp in surprise.

"Watching a movie instead of a mole!" whisper in a nosy tone.

"Belgium!" I try to suppress the shame.

The film ends with the kissing scene of the lead couple. I lowered my head. Although I have seen this scene with friends, it feels a little strange when I am with my husband.

"Come on!" Ridho hugged my waist as he exited the cinema.

I'm keeping a little distance. Actually Ridho's treatment is romantic, maybe I'm not used to it.

After Zuhur prayer and lunch, Ridho accompanied me around looking at the things I liked. She bought me two dresses, a hijab and a pair of shoes.

My heart feels cheerful. Ridho smiled satisfied to see me happy.

So, what does it feel like to spend a husband? Singles don't be jealous. I wish I could meet a soul mate soon.

All this time I asked my Mom. Boyfriends don't have, other families are far away.

Don't be tacky, Reva! The corner of my heart speaks.

Enjoy it, Non! take another angle.

It's the heart, why the sudden war? Like guelah!

A faint smile was engraved on my lips. The feeling of happiness is so great that I am so grateful to have Ridho. I hope he stays like this, doesn't change until we're old.

My feeling of happiness suddenly diminished, almost disappearing. I put on a face as bright as possible.

"Richo!" sapana.

"Eh, Nis! Sister Sofi!" Ridho nodded politely.

"Wah ... same streets wife yes." A woman named Sofi spoke.

"Yes, Mba," said Ridho.

"Sorry yes, your show time Mba can't come, Deby has a fever."

"Ga papa, Mba."

Ridho looks agitated. Sometimes he glances at me with his eyes. I just fell silent, not intending to respond to their chatter.

"Would you like to go home?" ask the woman.

The face of the woman is hard to read. I'm guessing they must have been close. Suddenly my heart was hot.

"Yes, Nis. We go first, yeah."

"Yes" he answered.

Ridho pulled out my finger and held it all the way to the parking lot. After putting the groceries into the back seat, he opened the front door for me.

In the first minute, I didn't talk. Look at the vehicle on the highway. Trying to calm the suspicious heart.

"Rev?"

I glanced back, then looked back at the side glass window.

Ridho grabbed my finger. "Where's the beautiful smile?"

Since when did this cold man learn to seduce?

I breathe out slowly. "Ga gotta be a bitch!"

"Gombalin's own wife no one's forbidden." Ridho tried to melt the atmosphere.

However, my already tangled heart was unaffected by his words. I just whiffled. Ridho parked the car in the mosque when the ashar adzan roared.

***

All the way home, I was silent. Ridho wasn't trying to seduce me anymore.

You're not sensitive!

Arriving at home, getting out of the car I immediately stepped into the room without waiting for Ridho.

Don't be lebay, Reva!

Bodo! My soul is in my heart.

I grabbed a towel and brought a change of clothes to the bathroom. Father and Mother were sitting in the back garden.

"Wah .. who ran out of the way. Which one, son?" ask Dad in a seductive tone.

"Still ahead, Dad," I replied before going into the bathroom.

I saw Dad's forehead wrinkled. I choose not to care. I don't know, my mind is fucked.

After the shower, my anger was reduced a little. Father and Mother are no longer seen in the garden.

When I opened the door, I saw Ridho lying on the bed. One of his arms is right in the face. What the hell is he thinking?

"So goodbye?" ask me without further ado.

Ridho sat up. "Behold, it's still aching," he replied smiling gently.

I'm trying to control a lump of flesh called a heart. This jealousy torments me so much. It comes to mind, what if they meet alone?

The arrgg! My head suddenly hurts.

I leaned against the wall and held on to the edge of the table. Slightly trembling held tightness due to mixed feelings. Ridho approached, then hugged me tightly.

"There's only us. You and me" he whispered softly.

I looked up at her face, trying to find some seriousness in her eyes. Ridho smiled and stroked my cheek.

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