The River House

IV. Maroon Red Book

At night, the sound of mosquitoes is heard getting louder. Same in the host's room. Ferry buru revives his electric mosquito repellent. Don't want the first night in his new house to end with a whole body bentol.

"The risk lives in the middle of the forest. Lots of mosquitoes, gedhe gedhe anyway," complained Ferry while shaking his hands.

Graceful silence does not say. He was busy taking clothes out of his suitcase and moving them into his closet.

"Hal kayak gini can actually tell Mak Surti who ngerjain to dear," Ferry looked at his wife who looked lethargic.

"Pity Mak Surti Mas, everyone is also tired. Besides Mak Surti also just beberes room of your brother, "Angun said, but did not look at her husband at all.

"Ya Mak Surti was indeed paid to work this kind of work" Ferry said.

"There's Miko who needs Mak Surti Mas more, it's already night,"Anggun sighed.

"Here you are, I myself want to be beberes, so yes pa pa pa," continued Anggun.

"You look tired. I don't want you to get sick" Ferry sat cross-legged near Anggun.

"I'm already sick. Did Mas forget that all my life with you, my body has always been weak?" Graceful still did not look at her husband.

Ferry embraces Anggun from behind. Landing a kiss on the left cheek Anggun that feels smooth but cold.

"You just need to relax, not a lot of mind, relax, be happy, and you will be healthy again" whispered Ferry. Graceful silence does not say.

"Kok quiet?" Ferry asked, still holding his beautiful wife.

"What if I can't be the perfect woman?" Gracefully asked, her voice sounding soft and soft.

"Hey hey, no one in the world is perfect baby. And whatever your circumstances, you're still everything to me" Ferry stroked gently with Graceful hair.

"And, about your friends who want to visit here, please. On condition that, once they come, you have to be happier, okay?" Ferry smile.

She looked up, this time looking at her husband. A man who is not very handsome, ordinary. A man who is slightly temperamental to others, but never rude to his wife. Men who always say that Anggun is the only woman who wants.

"Thank you" said Anggun. He waited for Ferry to land a kiss on his lips. But that never happened.

"Oh, now rest. His clothes were laid out just tomorrow," Ferry smiled and stood up from his seat.

Ferry picked up a TV remote attached to the room wall. 32-inch LED TV, with one unopened PS 5 box. Ferry turned on the TV, picked a channel and watched an evening comedy program.

"By the way, tomorrow morning I want to go to the city first yes," said Ferry while sitting in the corner of the bed.

"Mas Negapain?" Anggun asked, this time he left the pile of clothes that were still in the suitcase. He climbed into a warm bed.

"You check the stock of fabric in the central store. This month the sales chart is somewhat declining. I need to set up a strategy so that the old stock of cloth can be sold, but not sold, too," Ferry massaged his temple massages.

"Can't the head of the store handle it? Mr. Ihwan I think quite understand Mas, what to do," Anggun said giving advice.

"Sometimes the guy likes reckless. So, I'd better check in tomorrow," said Ferry.

"Yes Mas. What time do you keep coming home? When my friend came, you were home, right?" Ask Gracefully.

"What time did your friend come?" Ferry asked back.

"Emm, maybe at 2 noon Mas," Gracefully looks to think.

"But we're going home tomorrow, right? Don't stay at home in the city!" Anggun stared at her husband who was engrossed in laughter at his own watching comedy programs on TV.

"Yes dear," Ferry smiled.

Gracefully lay her body on a soft mattress. Look at the blue sky. The atmosphere of the new house is really comfortable for Anggun. It is very different from the house in town.

No noise from motor vehicle exhaust. Natural cold and cool air that does not need to remot AC. The calmness that makes the Anggun heart feel serene.

"I think I really have to thank Zainul ya Mas, for all these gifts," said Anggun while pulling a blanket to cover his body.

"Ah yes, I think so too. He's a good and inspiring person through his writing" Ferry continued.

"Oh yeah, you pretty much collected a novel by Zainul right Mas?" Gracefully asked as she closed her eyes, enjoying the calmness of the night atmosphere.

"Yeah, there are some books I keep," replied Ferry. Just shut up this time.

Ferry looked over, watching his wife. It turned out that the beautiful white angel was already asleep. There was a small snoring from his wife's little lips.

Ferry smiled at a glance, then moved to the wooden table located next to the bed. On the table was a black briefcase. Ferry took the bag and opened it slowly. He picked up a book with a maroon-red cover. Ferry looked back at his sleeping wife. And once again he smiled. But this time the smile was wide and scary.

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Meanwhile, in his room, Mr. Nyoto was catching a cold. He asked Mak Surti to help him to scrap his back.

"I'm not strong Buk, eve this area is really cold. Can catch the wind every night," grumbled Mr. Nyoto while enjoying every spread of balm on his wide back.

"Well, it's called adaptation sir. We have become accustomed to the weather of the city that tends to ungkep, well now our bodies adjust to the cold mountains. But fortunately the Miko seemed comfortable," Mak Surti turned his head and watched his only son who slept soundly.

"Your mother?" Call Mr. Nyoto.

"What?" Connect Mak Surti.

"Later, we'll finish our scrapings. Mumpung si Miko is asleep," whispered Mr. Nyoto cengengesan.

"Basic's bloated!" Mak Surti seemed to be holding back a smile.

"Son Erwin hasn't slept, sir. Still in the living room watching TV," continued Mak Surti.

"Our room is in the back. Not pa pa pa lah. Then wait for the Erwin to sleep until 2 am tomorrow morning bukk," said Mr. Nyoto.

"By the way, that's a strange young man from Buk" continued Mr. Nyoto.

"Any? Strange piye sir?" Tanya Mak Surti was curious.

"So I saw him talking to himself under a banyan tree in the back. Ah, so I'm goosebumps Buk," Mr. Nyoto rubbed his bristling nape.

"And I also often see, Erwin is usually if you sleep in front of the TV while swerving a book Buk. The book is red" Mr. Nyoto added.

"Yes, maybe it's a valuable thing for him sir. Giving such an important person or maybe his girlfriend," Mak Surti responded casually.

"Adu duh duh . . . don't date Buk," Mr. Nyoto grimaced with the pain in his back. Mak Surti seemed too eager to stick a coin on her husband's back.

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