The Honeymoon

02. Ill-drugs

Yanti POVs

Mas Reza decided to 'honeymoon' a week to Bali, because he needed time to heal from his wounds. It takes time to calm down.

I can't blame her, losing a loved one must have left a trauma in her heart.

Although it is called a honeymoon, but the day we are not like other newlyweds. A night longed for, full of love and passion for me is just a fantasy. Even the beautiful beach we did not enjoy.

And here I am, alone in the middle of this vast Villa house.

I spent all this time looking at the television.

"Yan, if you want to walk on the beach, just go" said Mas Reza.

"No, Yanti is here" I said

"Yes" he said short

What a pleasure to see the beach alone, while my husband is here, heartbroken. Road on the beach for newlyweds will generally be a memorable and romantic thing. But for us. I don't know if I don't want to expect more. For the time being to accompany him recovering from his injuries alone, that was enough for me. I want to see the smiles and jokes Mas Reza can again enjoy.

It had been two nights and three days right in this villa, with not much activity, just staying in the villa, at night I did not know where my husband was sleeping. Funny too pathetic.

Mas Reza who I know is jovial and friendly is now a quiet figure, and says as necessary. He prefers to spend time smoking on the porch. He looked disheveled and did not care much about his appearance.

Facing a man who is heartbroken does require a super extra patient heart. If it wasn't because I loved her, maybe I couldn't be patient until like this.

I got to know Reza first and I think even longer than Miss Charlote. At that time Mom invited me to stay at Mrs Arwinda's house when I was in high school. Then I saw Mas Reza.

As I met Reza, my admiration grew. My love buds are blooming.

But I realized, who I was just the son of a maid. The more I suppressed this sense of turmoil, the stronger the tightness in my chest. As I entered college, the more I was amazed.

Mas Reza sometimes joked and helped me with my college work. Just like this is enough for me. I enjoyed that moment.

He said he was in love with a woman. My heart hurts, it hurts. The woman was Charlote, a model with a fashion look that was not outdated and dressed up pretty.

So Mas Reza prefers women like him.

I memorized the habits, habits, and behaviors of Reza. He likes my tea, and at night, he asks for warm tea.

Like tonight. Is this a coincidence, or is the hand of fate drawing our two soulmates closer together.

" Yan, make warm tea" he exclaimed from the veranda.

Little by little he began to return to his habit.

"Yes mas" I said

I don't know for what reason, if my brain is already short, I remember the medicine bottle that Madam tucked in. Deg.

I immediately took the bottle.

I remembered the word mas Reza who was going to divorce me.

No mas. There will be no divorce. I love you so much mas. There will be no marriage if it is not destined for us. I'll create my own rainbow. There will be a Reza reza junior inside our wedding garden.

I took the bottle and I dropped it on the tea I was going to give Reza.

I stepped out of the kitchen confidently.

"It's the tea mas" I said as I handed him the warm tea.

"Yes" he said without seeing me.

I went inside the villa and somehow that was like taking medicine instead of me, it felt like pounding cold hot thump. Whether the drug will work, or destiny says otherwise. Perhaps now the medicine was starting to seep into his body.

A few moments later.

Mas Reza suddenly entered into the villa, his breathing hunted, his lips trembled, a cloud of sweat appeared on his forehead.

" Yan, why does my body feel like this.."

I said while touching his forehead.

Mas Reza caught my hand and hugged me.

"Mum, I'll get you some medicine.."

He heard his heartbeat sounding loud. I felt a little nervous at the man whose consciousness was beginning to erode within the influence of this medicine.

"No need Yan, I don't understand why I'm like this."

She let go of her embrace and looked at me for a long time, then touched my cheeks and lips.

Suddenly, Reza kissed my lips and held me tightly. The kiss went so deep that I couldn't breathe. Then he let me go.

"Let's go, I want you"

He said hoarsely while carrying me towards his room.

Will tonight be honeymoon night in the truest sense, like the other newlyweds.

***

After last night, I was apparently asleep. I was awakened, by the faint sound of the beach debur being heard.

I worked my eyes open, and I pinched my arm, maybe last night was just a dream. I saw my body in a blanket not covered by a thread. It's Real.

I remember how hard Reza sweated last night and I had to lose something so precious to a girl. I don't feel my tears dripping down my cheeks.

I tried to tilt my body and get up, but I felt a pain on my bottom that made me scream.

Mas Reza came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

He's coming to me right away. I looked down to hide my grimacing face, but it was in vain, Reza knew it.

"It hurts?" she asked while rubbing my wet cheek.

What kind of question is that. I'm shy.

It turns out that the honeymoon is actually not as beautiful and comfortable as the movies and novels describe. Honeymoon is actually more of a painful, painful one. Or was it because it was under the influence of medicine that he was rude to do so, yet I'm sure Mas Reza was aware of what he was doing.

I nodded slowly.

"You take a shower" he asked later.

"Yes" I was still embarrassed, and feeling that my body was sticky by sweat and dry sweat, I had not adapted to the situation.

I tried to get up and stand up while covering my body with a blanket. But these feet could not be invited to work together, so I staggered.

Mas Reza deftly caught me. I felt something flowing out from the bottom of me, making me even more blushing.

"I helped you" he said.

"I'm sorry Yan" she said feeling sorry, while carrying me to the bathroom.

I am in the arms of my husband. This is what I can do right now.

After helping me take a shower and change clothes. Mas Reza ordered the food, and prepared it at the dinner table. We ate the morning meal a little awkwardly.

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