Still waiting for you

thirty eight

My laughter has not died down even though the uninvited guest I finally knew his name was yeni, had returned to his house fifteen minutes ago.

One hand did not stop beating slowly Mas Alam's shoulder which also laughed while stroking the cat in his lap.

Fifteen minutes ago, Yeni bailed home with a frowning face, eleven twelve with a chicken butt. How not, Mas Alam has indeed gone too far to work on it. Starting from a boxy napkin that turned out to be used to wipe the spicy soy sauce, then in addition to the makeup soap that he gave origin when Yeni asked for face wash soap to clean her face.

"This Mother Nature! Allohu Robbin......"I was moved to Yeni who screamed in annoyance in front of the dishwasher, after I had previously picked up my facial wash to give to Yeni.

"This Natural Gas UWASEM is right, anyway! Dingy soap, right, this!, later if my beautiful face is whistling how?!!" I gawked, a second later my bulging cheeks held back the laughter from seeing Yeni who kept on going berserk with a face full of soap foam.

I glanced at the tickled mas Alam. "Nonsensely rude!".

"Bak yeni, wash it first, continue to pack this soap my face mbak, kasian kulina if sensitive,"

"This is true, do not think after marriage with your pujaan girl, your crazy will lift feet Mas, lha kok even added uwedan!" Yeni continued her tirade after finishing the face-cleaning ritual. While Mas Alam looks indifferent by continuing to stroke the gray cat that is eating under the table.

"Hey, Marrie. Your butterflies are not tired?, every day that mbok you must nag ya. This whole grain of salt, it must have been stamped. Until the hunger strike."

"Tau ah, Yeni's home. Uh, mbak yu, thanks for the facial wash, I don't know what my father's face is like anymore, if there's no mbak yu." Yeni gave me my facial wash, then hugged me tightly.

"Congratulations mbak, Mas Alam even though half crazy like this, do not guarantee true affection same mbak e. I guarantee it." I smiled hearing his words.

"Thank you again, pray for my new family sakinah mawaddah wa rohmah ya, mbak Yeni."

"Wo, yes definitely. Not to add, may the blessings of age and soon be given a baby. Amiylin"

"Amiin," Mas Alam and I answered in unison. Then nodded as Yeni bailed home.

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I waited for Mas Alam to come home with busy self-frying sausages for additional instant noodle toppings. The plan, I will make a menu of noodles with fried sausage pieces topping for dinner later.

"Sir, eat yuk." Mas Alam came with plastic, which I believe contained food. A second later, he was astonished to see me struggling with the cooking.

"You cook nduk?"

"Yes, I am ordinary, look at it. It's like, see I climb that coconut tree."

I poured two freshly cooked instant noodles into a large bowl.

"I thought you came home after praying Isya' all Mas,"

"The "time between maghrib and isha', including a good time to worship dearly, and including in it, chatting with the wife. And since it's prime, I'll take it home to talk to you."

"Hmm, but you don't have to read anything like mas, after maghrib gini."

"No, just sunnah. Intentionally take it, let us later have time to chat with family, including our children later." Mas Alam ended his sentence by gently rubbing the back of my hand. His firm yet gentle attitude seemed to awaken me that he was more than worthy of the title of the best priest.

"Where do you want to eat, soup noodles or angsles?" I asked to give you a choice, because both are still hot.

"Angsle how was it?, just one. The noodles are still this hot."

"Okay, I'm ready to go."

Mas Alam threw a puzzled look as I only carried one spoon in a bowl filled with angsles.

"Darling, just one spoon?, we're not going to eat together?"

"Yes, one spoon can, this time let me bribe you." I say it with the face that I made as flat as possible, originally my chest has been bloated fireworks resisting embarrassment because this is the first moment for me. All this time, I've said so flirtatious to men. But especially to my husband, for the reward promised directly by the Creator, I do even though I am ashamed.

"You are not fire, nor am I a candle, but why do you easily make me melt, anyway, nduk?"

"What, anyway, mas. The bay!. Yuk ah, Aaa. open her mouth dear..." I'm amused myself by my behavior this time. But it cannot be denied, that something as simple as this could wake the butterflies in my stomach that were originally meditating.

Always was. Eating with Mas Alam is always like this, the time of which almost an hour feels like five minutes. Jokes, light stories, natural mas-style advice that is never boring, can make our eating show that is too simple to be memorable. We finished our meal, just as Adzan was reverberating. I poured her a glass of water.

"I drink in this part huh Nduk, spend it." Mas Alam pointed his lips at the edge of the glass, then passed to the bathroom to take the wudlu.

I drank the container with a red face. Basic newlyweds, like this is successful make shy cats.

"Honey, we're adventurers, huh,"

"Huh?, Where?"

"Hmmm. in my room, and the beautiful one, wait for me in the room. Assalamu'alaikum" Greetings from Mas Alam only I returned softly, then with lightning speed I stepped into the dishwasher and wetted my heated cheeks, I patted it softly with my wet hands.

Geez Ami, you are not Abg unstable anymore, the effect of never having a relationship with the opposite sex is very troubling as it turns out. I became hot cold like this just because of what Nature said just now.