The Marriage Order

S3 Forgive Your Husband, Darling

"Add more, Bar!" Andra put a beer in front of me.

I shook my head slowly. It feels so drunk. Even the eyes felt very blurry. Though Frans apartment has been increasingly crowded by the presence of about ten Indonesian students who are celebrating their graduate graduation.

My eyes glare around. Some were dancing with passion accompanied by music that was pounding like the sound of a cannon that was about to blow the chest.

I rise to my feet. I think my body is very hot. Sweat continues to pour profusely like being doing sports. I feel like something's wrong.

Andra who was sitting beside me stood up. "Where are you going, Bar?"

"Toilet. Where's the toilet?" my many.

"I'm leaving!" I said, but I refused. He relented and told me where the toilet was.

Frans is not just a couple's son. The apartment is quite luxurious and spacious. The owner of the apartment has been dancing in front of me with some women I don't know very well. The man did not feel tired at all because he did not stop dancing to just rest or drink something.

I opened the suit that a while ago felt so stifling and made my body feel so sultry. "Are I drinking too much?" I muttered and looked at a mirror in front of me.

The reflection of the face there is not a Baruna who is happy because of his success in education, but a sad facial spray that drives me crazy. I breathe heavily.

Sheryl, why are you so hearty? It's easy for you to decide your future alone.

I turned on the tap and started washing my face. Moments later there was a knock on the door from outside with a girl screaming.

"Hey! Who's inside?!"

I hurried to open the door. Felicia—a beautiful woman of the same class is standing in front of me. Without warning, the girl barged in and sat down in front of the toilet seat. Spit out his stomach right there. The smell of his vomit makes me a little nauseous. However, somehow I turned around and helped him massage his back neck so that he could more easily spit it all out.

"Hey, are you okay?" I was just a little bit of a fuss, and then pressed the toilet flush.

"No. Thank you," Felicia said as she shook her head. The woman tried to get up from her seat. Her limpid body revealed her drunk self, just like me.

"Yes, I'm gone." I flipped my walking body staggered out of the toilet. Right in front of the toilet door, my steps stopped. Both of the women's hands were coiled from behind. I turned my body backwards. "What are you la–"

Not yet able to continue the sentence, Felicia silenced with her lips. He kissed me. Whether intentionally or not, the woman pressed her lips together shamelessly, moving so excitedly. I was surprised to just turn my back, then get carried away with the game. I don't know why, I enjoyed it so much. The touch of a woman that currently makes me so eager.

After a while, I accidentally saw Frans coming with his girlfriend. Fished us who kissed. The two looked at each other and grinned.

"God! Why are you kissing here?"

I pushed Felicia. Our kiss stopped too. Their presence made me feel wrong. The woman stared in wonder. I started to stumble and realized something was wrong.

"Pardon me, I shouldn't have done it" I said, turning my body about to leave the place.

Felicia smile. He then shook his head. "No, Bar. You're not wrong. I started it. I've liked you for a long time."

My staggered steps stopped. Felicia's words reminded me of Sheryl. She was the only woman for me at the time.

If his words were Sheryl's. I'll be very happy.

However, I tried to keep waking up from the influence of alcohol. A heavy sigh escaped from my mouth, then fell silent without an answer. Being in that place with three Indonesian student friends made me unable to carelessly speak. Things like this will make gossip even more interesting.

"Fel, I'm sep–"

Not done yet, Frans interrupted. "God! Bar, come with me!"

The young man pulled my hand. I don't know where it'll lead. I who can't fight back, follow him.

Between conscious and unconscious, Frans led me into a room. "Wait here!" he said, then looked outside the room. Not long after, her boyfriend and Felicia came to us.

"Fel, you and Baruna better be here." Frans' lover winks his eyes.

I fumbled my shirt and pants looking around for my phone, but it wasn't there. Recall that it was in the suit I left near the sink.

"Haish! Why is the phone missing?" I was upset and turned my eyes to Felicia. "Borrow your cell phone!"

"Not bring it," he said.

"We need to find help. They locked his room."

"What's? Locked down?" Felicia widened her eyeballs, but only briefly. His face looks ordinary.

I nodded, then sat down on the edge of the bed. "Why is it so hot?" I flicked my shirt collar. Look around the room with the AC on.

Is the AC broken?

"Bar, how about we have a drink?" Felicia walked over carrying two tall glasses with red wine inside. I don't know where he got the drink.

"No, thank you." I-i refused.

"Why? Ever since the party, I've noticed the look on your face that keeps looking sad. Even though my statement you haven't answered, I hope you will tell me your sorrow" Felicia offered her a glass of wine. I can't refuse anymore, I accept it. I need friends to share now.

Long story short, I woke up in the morning with a plain body under Frans' grey blanket. It's just me, there's no Felicia there. I don't know where the girl went.

"Sir?" Mr. Wicak's voice suddenly rang out my memories quickly.

"Yes, Sir?" My eyes flashed to her.

"We've arrived."

I raised my face, looking ahead. Kusuma Corporation Building is in sight. Immediately I opened the car door and walked into Sheryl's room on the seventh floor.

"Jiang, Mr. Baruna!" Viona stood up, bowing her head in greeting, as I walked past her desk.

"Piang. Is Sheryl's mom?"

"So soon, I'll call!" Viona was about to shuffle from her desk, but I stopped her immediately.

"No need. Let me just go in. It's too late now. He must be upset. You'd better not bother him" said I, who was very sure my wife was upset about waiting too long.

Viona nodded. He sat back at his desk. Without warning, I opened Sheryl's door handle. Sure enough! My beautiful woman was bending her face while folding both her hands on her chest.

"Darling, let's go to the doctor!" I said semringah.

"A long time! I think the doctor is done" he said, so cold.

I glanced at my watch which showed at half-time. Both my jaws clashed together revealing a sorry smile in the style of toothpaste in front of him.

"Sorry, Honey. It was a long meeting." I turned the chair around until we faced each other, looking. But he quickly snarled, throwing his face away. "Honey, I'm sorry" I said again.

Sheryl did not answer. It seems, he was really angry. I subdued half of the body, grabbed her chin and looked back at her with a loving look.

"My wife, your husband has come to keep his promise even though it is late. Forgive him."

"Oh!" his grunt still implied his annoyance.

"You when you're angry, it's still pretty. I can't help but tease you," I said immediately close my face, about to kiss her. But he quickly pulled her face, refusing my kiss. His face was still pouting.

"I'm hungry" he said suddenly which instantly made both corners of my lips lift.