The Crown that Be snatched

Lipstick

Rama sat down on the side of the bed. She faintly heard the sound of someone chatting outside her room.

"Kok is like Safia and Anna. Do I not-don't I am now in their house" muttered Rama.

Rama rose from his seat. After that he stepped out of his room. He was heading towards the direction of the voice. He smiled as he looked at Safia and Anna in the dining room.

"Eat it yourself. Why not take me?" rama's voice made Safia and Anna stop their activities. They looked at Rama at the same time.

"Mas Rama" said Safia. He got up from his seat and approached Rama.

"You're awake?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Let's sit down Mas, if you want to come eat." Safia asked.

"Favor Safia."

Rama then sat down to mingle at the dining table with Anna and Safia.

After sitting down, Rama looked at Anna.

"Well, are you going to school?" ask Rama.

"Yes Om."

"What time is it An?"

"Udah at half-time seven o'm"

"It was noon."

"You want to eat Mas? if you want to eat, I'll take it."

"Not to Safia. My head is dizzy again. I don't want anything."

After finishing her meal, Anna got up from her seat.

"Bun, I went to school first." said Anna to Safia.

"Yes dear."

Anna approached Rama.

"Om, I'm leaving first.."

"Yes. Be careful, An."

Before leaving, Anna kissed Rama's hand. He also kissed his mother's hand. Anna then left her house. He picked up his bike and slid away from the house.

Safia was currently, still sitting with Rama in the dining room. On the sidelines of his cud, Safia steady Rama.

"Mas, aren't you hungry?" ask Safia.

"Actually I want a warm Saf."

"Warm ones? you want me to make you a hot drink?"

"May deh."

"What do you want to drink? coffee or tea."

"If there's any I want Saf's warm milk."

"Yes I made it."

Safia then steps into the kitchen to make Rama warm milk. A moment later Safia approached Rama and placed a cup of warm milk on the dining table.

"So Anna had drunk milk."

"Thank you Saf."

Rama took the cup and drank up to half a cup of warm milk.

"Sweet as it is." - Rama.

Safia who heard Rama's murmur then glanced towards Rama.

"What are you talking about?"

"No. Not saying anything," said Rama while putting the cup back on the table.

"Mas, what exactly are you? why are you drunk and you're here?"

"My mind was fucked up all night Safia. I am not at all concerned with driving. After work, I hang out at the bar. I drank a few bottles of booze."

"Keep, why did you get to my house?"

"I met the ladies the other night there. They offered themselves to me. But I refused it. And I ran away from the crowd of women. I just left my car there. Don't know why, I can get here. And once I get here, I forget everything."

"Why are you drunk? haven't you turned into a drunken handyman again?"

"My thoughts are so fucked up Safia."

"You why? if you want to tell me all your problems, I want you to be a good listener for you? you have a problem at the office? "

Rama shook his head.

"My wife is Safia."

"Why your wife?"

"He cheated on me behind my back. He betrayed my love."

Safia was shocked when she heard Rama's words.

"Are you sure Mas?"

"I am sure about Safia. He often went to his home and children. In fact, sometimes all day he doesn't come home."

"So far, how do you know that your wife is cheating?"

"Vika spent two days in Bali with a man. Yesterday morning, my friend told me he'd caught my wife again on the beach with a guy. He also managed to take pictures of my wife with her.

"What a woman and a man do if they stay and vacation together in Bali. I really can't afford Safia and can't imagine what my wife is doing with her man" Rama said at length.

Safia breathed deeply. He was very fond of the story of Rama. Safia knew that Rama was a faithful man. Since the same Shakira first, she also never messed around especially to play women. Rama likes to get drunk, but he doesn't like to play women.

Safia rubbed Rama's shoulders, trying to calm Rama's grief.

"Propay me. Maybe your wife is a khilaf. You just do it so your wife can get back on the right path. Try it later you slowly advise him. So he wants to change."

"Household trials that person is different Mas, maybe all this trial for you. You have to be patient" Safia continued.

Rama grabbed Safia's hand and held it tightly.

"Thank you Safia, you have comforted me. I know, you are a good woman. You are an independent and hardworking woman. You can live without a man. If there was a man who could get you, that man would be the luckiest man in the world."

Safia smiled. He was surprised when he saw Rama's neck full of red stains. Whose lipstick was it if it wasn't Safia lipstick

Duh, why is Mas Rama's neck red-red. Shame on me if Mas Rama finds out, I put lipstick on his neck. Maybe there was more on his shirt, too.

Rama was confused when he saw Safia's attitude looked strange.

"What's Safia? why are you worried about me like that?"

"Em, that's Mas. Em. that's..."

Rama knitted his brows .

"That's what?"

Safia scratched her non-itchy head. He looks wrong.

"I'm sorry Mas, last night when you were drunk, you hugged me. I accidentally kissed your neck. So, there's my red-red lipstick scar," Safia pointed to the red stain on Rama's neck.

Rama smiled as he rubbed his neck.

"I'm cleaning up, Mom."

"Not to Safia. I also want to take a shower. I'll clean it myself."

"I'm sorry, my mother."

"Nothing Safia. We don't intentionally hug."

"Your clothes are all dirty. I'll wash your clothes first."

"Yes. Thanks to Safia. If only Vika could be as sweet as you. I'll definitely be very happy. In masakin every day, washed his clothes, made warm drinks every morning. There is nothing happy in this world except a godly wife."

"Hopefully your wife can turn into what kind of wife you want her to be."

"If I could choose, I would rather live a simple life with a submissive wife than I have a lot of property but have a dissident wife like Vika."

"His name is Mas's soul mate, no one knows."