Romantic Husband (Stupid Sure Met) By Meisy T

Caught

Holy hooch! Shock me. Ridho stood at the door with a frightening look.

"You just got home?" my broom.

Ridho just kept quiet, then went into the room. The man put his bag to the table next to the bed. Through me who sculpts because it is not considered to exist.

I let out a breath. Confused what to say. I slowly walked to the bathroom to wash my face and calm down for a moment. When he returned to the room, Ridho had changed clothes.

"Have you eaten?" my many.

"Hm."

Ridho why, anyway? Although he was getting used to his attitude, this time it felt different.

Saturated with Ridho's attitude, I stepped out of the room. Mother is invisible in the living room. I continued to move to the back of the house, intending to raise my clothes.

"Here Mother turns out." I helped Mom lift the clothesline.

"Wake up, son?"

"Yes, Mom. It overslept."

"Ridho's home, isn't he? Take a meal, gih!"

"Say it, Mom."

We went inside the house, then folded the clothes in the living room. I turned on the TV. A soap opera with the theme of karma is seen on the glass screen. I must have chosen the channel.

I canceled changing broadcasts when I saw the scene of in-laws scolding daughter-in-laws.

"Geez, horror, ma'am!"

"Excellent bring yourself, son. If in the place of in-laws do not get bad luck. Help with the housework too." I took Mom's advice seriously.

"Yes, Mom. But Grandma I didn't see that." At first glance I remembered the attitude of the late Grandmother to Mother.

"Mom is lucky to have understanding in-laws." Smiles on my face.

"Hopefully my in-laws too. That cake's a serem." I wholeheartedly hope.

Mother guaranteed my prayers. I also changed the broadcast. News of the haze aired on one of the TV stations. Not as bad as yesterday, the reporter reports.

"It's bad, it's only been aired on TV," Mother commented.

"Yes tuh. Pity those whose areas are in fog. You're bad, Mom. There's almost two weeks of school holidays."

"Tuh, right .. Mom sometimes weird with the government. Although it has not found a solution, at least often reported, so that people understand the conditions there."

"Ga know. I don't understand either."

After I folded my clothes, I headed to my room. Soon in Ashar time. I pushed the door slowly. Ridho was seen lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

"Ridho, wake up."

The tall man did not move. Afraid that he might be left praying at the mosque, I approached, then touched his arm. Ridho woke up and held my hand. His grip was too strong to make me interested in falling on him.

We stared at each other for a few seconds. Tight thump felt in the chest. I can even hear Ridho's heartbeat.

"I'm sorry, I'm surprised" he said.

"I-yeah, no papa. I'm afraid you missed praying." I immediately got up away from Ridho's body.

"Ooh." Ridho got out of bed.

The cute guy took the scabbard and peci, then came out of the room.

I saw a smile on his face. However, he immediately replaced it with an expression as usual. Flat.

Huf! I touched my chest, trying to calm the noise that was still felt.

***

After the Magrib prayer, we ate together. I made an omelet and stir-fried kale to add to the side dish this morning.

"Where's your thesis, Reva?" ask me, I'm done with dinner.

"A little more, sir. It's finished, but there's still improvement" I replied.

"Thank God. No longer does graduation mean."

"Yes, Sir. Just pray, get the exam schedule."

"Make sure you wish him all the best."

Ridho silently listened to our chat. I suddenly thought of what kind of picture would be suitable for Ridho. Taciturn? Calem? It's chilly?

"When's the plan to go home, Ridho boy?" I turned to look at Ridho.

"God willing the day after, sir. Same father Mother made a small thanksgiving ngundang near neighbors." The sharp-eyed man explained while looking at me.

I who was transporting a used plate was surprised by the question of the Father. Almost someone slipped out of my hand. Thinking about the in-laws made me remember the soap opera story earlier this afternoon.

"Oh yes. Let me remind you again," asked the Father.

"Yes, sir." Ridho nodded in reverence.

"How many days are there?" ask Mother.

Ouch. Mother followed. No cuss, his daughter again kalut gini.

"Maybe two or three days, ma'am," Ridho replied.

"Well, get ready tomorrow, son." Mom looked towards me.

"Yes, Mom."

Finished cleaning up the former dinner, I stepped into the room. Intend to complete the thesis repair. Ridho was chatting with Father on the terrace.

Half an hour passed, it did not feel the Adhan Isya reverberated. Ridho didn't go into the room anymore, probably straight to the mosque. I immediately took ablution, and performed the Isha prayer. I offered a prayer for our home.

After folding the mucena, I lay the body for a moment before checking the results of the repair of the thesis earlier. Feeling bored, I grabbed the device near the pillow, checked the incoming message in WA.

[Assynoltomodel. Rev, aren't you going to college tomorrow?]

Message from Deva. I was stunned for a moment before replying.

[Waalaikum. Don't know yet, brother. The plan is a new day after school. What is it gonna take, brother?]

[I don't want to talk about college.]

[Ooh .. ask now just ga papa, sis.]

[It's comfortable. It's better to meet in person.]

I'm not replying to Deva's message anymore. Open the Facebook app to see the latest news from High School friends. It turns out that my friend is also married. The invitation went to my messenger.

Kirain is the only one who married young. Where can it be like Ridho again. Bummer!

Not satisfied surfing in cyberspace, the door rattled, Ridho has returned from the mosque. I pretended I didn't see it.

"Main HP continues, when finished the script!"

I looked towards Ridho. This is the guy why, anyway?

"So it's edged, really."

"Well, who's the same chat?" ask him while pointing at my device.

"What, anyway?" I looked at him with a stern look.

Ridho approached, extending his hand to grab my salary. I'm trying to dodge. Be late. The name Deva is visible on the screen.

Ouch. How fitting, anyway? Why would Deva call me if I had Ridho?

I tried to calm down, preparing my heart to hear Ridho's next words.

"Ooh ... Deva's name." Ridho uttered the name of the person with a tone of dislike.

"Here!"

I'm trying to reclaim that flat object. Afraid she'd talk rudely to Deva. Ridho returned my salary after the call was decided.

"Udah has a husband still calls other men, too" he said.

"Ga's calling, really. I understand it too, if it's a must-marriage,"

"What to?" cut Ridho.

That shitty guy's getting close. I retreated slowly, my legs sticking to the edge of the bed. Ridho brought his face closer. My heart was timidly holding back the thump that had suddenly reappeared.

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