
I sniffed - the precipitate went into the house. Scared - afraid that Shasha really sent the photo just now to your phone. Especially until he sent it to Grandpa's phone. This world could collapse in an instant! I also wonder why the seemingly innocent Shasha could be that close.
But the atmosphere inside the house looked like normal. It's quiet, quiet like any other night at this hour. I feel a little relieved. I finally walked in leisurely. Entering the middle room, the room lights in dark conditions. It seems like all the family members have entered their rooms.
I glanced for a moment at Puspa's room, the lights of his room had also dimmed. Slowly stepping my feet and high curiosity made me approach and open the door of his room.
" The door is not locked. hihihi.. ", I smiled meaningfully wide but still heart - heart I set foot in the room Puspa. Don't don't let him purposely leave it unlocked so I can get in. I chuckled to myself imagining the expression on Puspa's face when I found out I was sneaking into his room again. He must have hit me or hit me full of love.
***
I sprang my feet to the big bed of this room. There is Puspa who is sleeping fast. Her face looked sweet under the dim rays of the sleeping lights.
I approached his bed, squatting down in front of his face. Covering the blanket that was exposed.
" I'm sorry, I know it's too late. But, I know it's the right time for me to fix everything. I will try to be the one in charge. A good husband to my wife. For my little family. "
I rubbed his forehead and I slipped slowly.
Suddenly Puspa's hand pulled me quickly. I was shocked, sitting on the floor. For a moment I thought he woke up and would scold me. It turns out he was just delirious. Many times I tried to let go of the handle but it was hard. I finally put my back on his bed. I stared at my wife's face in the dimness. Over time these eyes felt sleepy and I finally chose to fall asleep on the floor.
***
" Satria, ..wake. " , Puspa's voice surprised me who was still asleep on the floor. Apparently I changed position from sitting to lying face down on the floor.
" hemm.ngantukkk..wait 5 minutes yes..". I said back to closing my eyes.
" Satria why do you sleep on the floor. I thought you fainted. Why are you here? later you can - you can get sick or catch a cold. Mana cold.. Move gih.. You have your own room. Puspa was still trying to wake me up from the floor. I'm still not flinching. My sleepiness defeats everything.
" Duh, why did the wife who is a hobby to wake up her husband fit again pules - pulesnya sleep, broken heart fit again dear - unfortunately.Hemm...you forgot who you were last night and didn't let me go.." ' said I, getting up and rolling over on the bed. Catch the bolster and get into the thick blanket warm back close the eyes heavily.
Puspa pulled my body, trying to move me. But his efforts failed, he looked annoyed and held my leng and pinched me slowly on the cheek.
" Ih.there are rich people. Morning made Keeseelll.. " His speech Puspa stopped as he held my arm.
"Satria, your body is very hot." ' he said, holding my cheek and forehead quickly.
" Where are you out of. Your body can be hot like this. I will take a warm water compress for a moment. " Puspa darted quickly out of the room. It was as if he had forgotten that his body was still frail and in a post-surgery recovery period.
***
A few minutes later Puspa had returned from the kitchen, he swiftly compressing and kneading my forehead and my two temples. " I've told you before, why do you still like ngeyel. You love to go out at night. Trus, even slept on the floor. You have your own room. Why do you sleep here and on the floor anyway. "
Without answering what, I took the medicine that was thrust Puspa and then closed my eyes quickly again.
***
In the morning Puspa had disappeared from the room, he did not know where. But it feels like my body is a lot lighter than last night. It seems like the medicine Puspa gave me was really effective in lowering my heat or just because it was the factor he was on the side that accelerated my recovery. Yes, can jafi.
" You're awake, Satria. " Puspa approached me, put his hand on my forehead. I quickly pulled his hand. Made him sit on my lap.
" You fuck, mas. Danger if you look at mama or others. I just called my mom and told her you were sick lest they misunderstand you sleeping here. " His voice now sits on my lap.
Puspa tried to get up from my lap. But I tried to hold her back, hugging her tightly.
" I'm sorry my wife. I too late realized I had the best woman."
" Ihh.what the fuck. Morning - morning is just you! " He smiled in embarrassment. Her cheeks were flushed when I said that.
" Eheemmm.." The sound of someone entering the room made us flinch in shock. Puspa jumped in shock standing directly next to my bed. I'm not acting out.
Apparently true said Puspa, mama came in to check my situation, "You why are you sick? " , he asked later. Holding my forehead. Just like Puspa did. Checking if my body temperature is really hot.
" Ah..engak..kamu healthy - healthy really?!". Mama said, lowering her hand.
Mama glanced at Puspa, she looked down like she was scared.
" All right, mama's waiting for you in Satria's dining room. There's something you want to talk about, now! "
" I went upstairs and took a shower. Then I'll follow mom." Reply quickly. I understand Mama wants to kick me out of Puspa's room. She doesn't want me to be close to my wife anymore.
" No need, mom just wanted to talk for a minute." Mama said, turning her body. Like not caring about the thing that just happened between me and Puspa.
" Yes ma ! " , I said as I unfolded the blanket and went out of the room following my mother from behind. Towards the dining room.
***
I left Puspa who was still standing motionless looking at me and mama out of the room. I closed the door to his room and as usual. I opened it up a little and turned and opened my eyes to my wife who seemed terrified to see my mother. Sure enough, he smiled amusedly watching me blink my eyes...
"Wait for me yes, there's a second session. I'll be back later. Okay. ", I whispered quietly from behind the door.