The Match in the Hand of Papi

Aryan Patience

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"Sister." The beautiful eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw the figure of the sturdy man was already in front of him at this time.

El swallowed his saliva, but somehow it felt difficult at this moment. His esophagus suddenly seemed to be stuck. At the moment El does not have the guts to look at Aryan even though Aryan does not show that he is angry. The look in his eyes remained shady exuding calmness, but El knew himself. El is the wrong one here.

"Have you finished your lunch?" ask Aryan.

"Updid, Brother." El stammered.

"Can we go home now?" Aryan reached out to El.

Without looking at Zack, El walked up to Aryan and grabbed his hand.

"Sorry, me and my WIFE first, yeah." Aryan deliberately emphasized the word 'wife'. Maybe so Zack knows himself.

There was no answer from Zack. He just stares in his place. Looking at El's departure with Aryan.

Aryan continued walking while holding El's clothespin. El couldn't do much either.

"Sister."

"Hmm" replied Aryan, just that.

"Can I say goodbye to Clara and Jenny? I don't feel good if I have to leave them. " El bit her lower lip. Really, he was very scared at the moment.

Aryan he's for a moment. A few seconds later, he walks while pulling El towards the restaurant where Clara and Jenny are.

"Go, but don't be long. I wait here" replied Aryan.

"Yes, Brother." El walked in a hurry.

Without further ado, he immediately approached the tables of his two best friends.

"Eh, I go first, yes," said El.

"Well, how come, what a spiffy lo, El?" ask Clara.

"L-yes, Brother Aryan let me go home." El pointed outwards.

Clara and Jenny compactly look in the direction pointed by El. It does. From inside the restaurant the two could see Aryan waiting for El by folding his hands on his chest

"Hmm, not really cool, anyway, Brother Aryan," said Jenny.

"Sorry, I go first, yeah." Not wanting to make Aryan wait long El chose to leave his two friends and approached Aryan with half a run.

"Udah?" ask Aryan.

"Udah, Brother." replied El.

Without saying any more Aryan took El's hand and took her in the car.

Inside the car was so quiet. Aryan who was sitting at the back with El seemed silent a thousand languages. However, his fingers were like he did not want to let go of El. Aryan kept holding it. His eyes lead to the streets.

"Sir, are we going home?" ask Septian from the steering wheel.

"Yes, Sep," replied Aryan, briefly.

El was only silent from earlier beside Aryan. He wanted to talk to Aryan, but he still gathered his courage.

'Pengen said, but what's the talk?' inner El.

"Sister." Finally El ventured to speak.

"Hm." Aryan replied without taking his eyes off the streets.

"I ...."

"Sorry?" Aryan cut off El's words quickly.

El bowed again. He was afraid to talk to Aryan.

"Hmm, is brother angry?" El asked the question that he himself knew the answer.

"If the husband you love goes alone with another woman. While holding hands and your husband kissing another woman in public are you going to get angry?" Aryan asked back.

El could not answer. He just fell silent. The mood was silent again. El and Aryan were silent until they got home. Upon arriving at home, Aryan immediately took El by the hand, taking him to their room.

"Hand, after that stay in the room" Aryan said.

El just nodded. It was as if he had run out of vocabulary.

CUPS....

A kiss landed sweetly on El's forehead before Aryan walked out of the room. El stared at Aryan's back nanar which slowly disappeared behind the door. A smile was seen from the corner of his lips. Her heart was so warmed it received a sweet treatment from Aryan, but only for a moment.

Seconds later, he felt guilty for Aryan. The man still treated her sweetly even though he repeatedly hurt her.

'I'm sorry, brother,'

****

Aryan also placed a tray containing food and water on the nightstand. Aryan sat on the edge of the bed. His hands stretched out while rubbing El's long brownish hair.

"El." Call Aryan in such a soft voice.

There was no sign of movement from El, Aryan woke him up again. "El."

El's eyes began to open little by little. "Sister."

"That's dinner for you. Eat," said Aryan.

"Sister, I ...."

"Let's eat first" Aryan cut.

El didn't dare to say much. He did whatever Aryan told him to secure his position. After finishing eating Aryan also took a tray on the nightstand to bring to the kitchen.

"Sister," call El.

"Before a minute, El," Aryan who had walked towards the door only turned a glance.

Shortly after, Aryan entered the room and locked the door.

"What's wrong?" Aryan sat down beside El.

"Hmm, I'm sorry, I wasn't se ...."

"Not intentionally, right? I know, El." Aryan again cut off El's words. He was like a psychic who could guess the contents of El's mind.

"Just, you let Zack kiss you and you took it" Aryan said.

"Sister jealous?" ask El.

"You asked about jealousy? I wanted to ask you, is it worth it for a married woman to do what you did with Zack?

El hunchback. He could not answer, because he actually felt what he did was really inappropriate. He could only duck while squeezing the end of the bolster.

"You haven't said your status to Zack?" ask Aryan.

"Here you go, brother" replied El.

"Then? why are you so brave like that. It's still a good thing Papi didn't see it, El. Maybe Papi will die if he sees you like that."

"Sister!" Screeched El with fists.

"I'm not lying, El. Fortunately my heart is still strong, my emotions can still be conditioned. If not, maybe 'the ojek' I gave a raw bogem." Aryan clenched his hand.

"I'm sorry, brother," said El with a face of compassion.

"I'm sorry in a good and right way, El. I've forgiven you" replied Aryan.

El raised one eyebrow. "How is it?"

"Just think about it" replied Aryan, at will.

El grabs Aryan's hand and regrets it. El kissed Aryan's hand so reverently. "I'm sorry, yes, brother. I promise I won't repeat."

Aryan held back his laughter that was about to explode. "El, that's a way of apologizing to your parents. I'm your husband now, not your brother. Should I remind you?"

El chuckles in annoyance. "Then what should I do?"

Aryan smiled. He pulled El's body into his arms. "Here, let me tell you."

El who understood nothing just followed Aryan's direction. He looks resigned when Aryan takes him in his arms.

Aryan was silent. However, his eyes stared into the retina of El.Slowly Aryan's eyes peeked at El's forehead. His lips landed there for a long time. El closed his eyes, feeling the warmth that Aryan was nourishing. Accepting the moment Aryan channeled love for her and ....

****

"Come, go to sleep" said Aryan.

El just glued. Feel the touch of love that Aryan gives. He did not know how long Aryan explored his senses. Although Aryan did not take his due that night, which he knew, Aryan made him get swept away in the touch of his love.

'Is that how you apologize to your husband?' inner El.

"Dear." Aryan stroked El's cheek.

"Eh, I-iya, Brother," answered El, stumbling.

"Now also kissed, it's not focused. If I do more you'll likely err, El" Aryan said.

El just glared at Aryan who was chuckling.

'Really?'