Romantic Husband (Stupid Sure Met) By Meisy T

Thumped

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

Kuremas bedsheets with trembling hands. My face is warming up, it might look like a boiled crab.

Ridho drew his face closer. Reflexes close my eyes. Not knowing which feelings are more dominant, nervous or fearful.

"If you are married .. must be able to keep the husband's feelings."

Ridho's breath hit my face. I opened my eyes, then pushed her slowly. The feeling of shame and nervousness combined to make me misbehave.

"Surge! I want to continue to ngedit." I try to cover up the unsettling feelings

Ridho retreated slowly. I saw him holding a smile. I took a slow breath to calm myself down.

Shit! Why can't my body compromise?

A faster heart rate than usual made it hard to breathe. I turned my back to Ridho, then inhaled Oxygen greedily. I slowly pulled the chair to sit for a moment before opening the thesis file.

"Why?"

"Ng-ga papa," I replied without looking back at him.

"Must have been thinking things through."

"What? There's nothing!" I glanced at him with an annoyed face.

"Why is that his face?"

Aarg! Ridho really sucks!

I chose to ignore Ridho's words. It feels more immune to his indifference than his nosy nature.

I reopen the encryption file and check for any errors that may still be present. Ridho is seen opening his laptop.

Thanks, deh.

At least I'm free from his ridicule. We were busy with our own activities. The room was quiet. I play songs in the music app. The song 'Paint My Love' from MLTR is soft.

Almost an hour passed, stretching the body to remove numbness. Ridho seems to be busy with his work. I went out of the room to get a drink. The man seemed oblivious to my whereabouts, perhaps also pretending not to know.

In the family room you can sew a pillowcase that is slightly open at the seams. His eyes occasionally glanced at the TV. So remember the article I read, women if they are mothers, can do several things at a time.

"Watch what, Mom? Did you sleep?" I sat down for a while next to Mom.

"Yes. That, the soap opera whose story is about the actor. You're a perp?"

"Or dong. I read that story in the writing group I follow. Mom was - there was a spectacle. It'll be a baper, it'll be a mewek!"

"Baper what, son?"

"Like to get carried away. Even want a hairpins that become actors."

Mom's wettest. "You can just. Don't you read that story?"

"No. I wasn't thinking too much. Make entertainment, thank goodness there are lessons to be learned."

"Wah .. Mother's child has grown up."

I smiled at Mom's compliments. "I'm going to the kitchen and get a drink. Thirsty."

"Ridho wasn't made to drink?" ask Mother.

"Ga asked him. You're just gonna grab some of this water."

"You .. bring Ridho too. Maybe he's still loath in our house."

Stunned to hear Mom's words. True too, Ridho must still be embarrassed to take his own food or drink. How am I going to be at his house?

"Lah's dumb!" Mom patted my arm.

"Good, Mistress. Ready-to-do!"

"Diligent work yes, Ma'am ...."

I chuckle softly. Mother is indeed an amazing parent, can be a parent as well as a friend for me. Although it is old, but Mother is still cool to be invited to joke.

I set foot into the kitchen. His intention was to make a drink for Ridho.

Ask first, yeah, what's he gonna drink. I take a glass of water, then go back to the room.

Ridho is seen lying on the bed. I approached, wanting to make sure she was asleep or just resting. It turns out his eyes are closed. Thick eyebrows, a pointed nose, with sturdy jaws and thick hair. Ridho's face looked really manly. My hand moved to touch her hair.

Conscious Reva! Remember what happened yesterday. You can hang it later.

I paused my intention, moving on to the laptop that was still on. Save the file, then turn off the laptop.

After cleaning the laptop and the papers of the candidate thesis, I grabbed the device at the table. Checking incoming messages in WhatsApp app. In the class group, there is an announcement about the schedule of lecturers and seminars of the nearest results.

[Revs. Tomorrow to college?] A message from Silvi came in.

[Not yet, like the day after tomorrow.]

[Well, no fun, I was alone on campus.]

[Lebay! Other friends are many. Why are you going there?]

[You see the seminar of the results of the Big Brother level. Counting for heating.]

[Ok. Tomorrow we will again yoh.]

I'm not replying to Silvi's message anymore. Switching to Facebook app. I haven't been to a literacy group in a long time. After reading a few short stories and poems, my eyes started to get sleepy.

Going up to the bed, I put the bolster in our middle. After reading the verse of the chair and some short letters, I fell asleep.

***

The heat makes me nervous and awake. When he opened his eyes, Ridho was looking at my face. We stared at each other for a few seconds, then the man turned his eyes, went to the bathroom.

Scroll wall clock showing three o'clock in the morning. Better pray some rakaat night. I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Ridho to come out.

"Do you want to pray too?" ask after the end of ablution.

I just nodded my head. Slowly step into the bathroom.

"We pray worshippers" he said as I took the mukena.

I stood awkwardly behind him. For a few moments, we were in a mood to remember God.

After he finished praying, Ridho extended his hand to me.

"Huh?"

"Ride!" he said with a tinge.

I kissed his hand immediately. Don't want to add to the trouble with that shitty guy.

I decided to go back to sleep after folding my face. Ridho returned to work.

***

Waking up at dawn, hurrying down from the bed, I set foot into the bathroom. Ridho was already invisible in the room.

After the morning prayers, I headed for the kitchen. Mom is cooking rice. I heated the water to make Mr. and Ridho's coffee.

"Today to college, son?"

"Not yet, Mom. If you leave, it might be noon."

"Yes, that's fried fish. I'll get some vegetables in the fridge." Mom went to the corner of the kitchen.

I heat the oil in the frying pan, then fry the tilapia that Mom has cleaned. Waiting for the fish to ripen, I prepared the ingredients for the sambal.

"The eggs are boiled, ma'am?" much

"Whatever. Be stirred too."

"Siip. Mom rest up. Let me do the work."

"Yes already. I'll get dirty clothes in the room first. Ridho Pambutin's clothes, too. Yesterday I didn't have any clothes."

"OKAY. Just relax, I'll be the one who's holy."

"All right, Sister shaleha...."

I'm open, "Mom can."

***

After finishing all the homework, I returned to the room to rest for a while. The house was quiet, Mother went to her sick brother's house. I went to our shop located in the market area.

Remember when Ridho paid for work earlier. I awkwardly kissed her hand. The man put on a cold face again.

Hadeh! Why do I think about this man so often now?

Kuraih device at the table, then check the incoming message.

[The! Don't forget the campus.] Message from Silvi.

[Ok.]

[Sir, if you go to campus, tell Kakar, yes.]

Stunned when I read a message from Deva. Is he interested in me?

I shook my head slowly. How do I become a GR like this?

I turned on the music app to get rid of the loneliness. James Blunt's 'You're beautiful' song started to calm me down. I don't know why I like old songs so much.

After the fatigue decreased, I went to the bathroom. I chose a material skirt and shirt to go to campus. Do not forget the blue hijab in line with the shirt.

Fifteen minutes passed, I locked the door, then started the engine. The streets are not too crowded, probably because it is noon.

Upon arrival at the campus, I parked the motorbike in front of the building together. As I was about to climb the stairs, my gaze was fixed on the man whose clothes resembled Ridho.

Right, it was indeed Ridho. The man was talking to a woman. Well-favoured. My chest feels hot.

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