The Single Parent

Who is He really?

Waking up from sleep, with a very tired body, I saw the wall clock already showing ten o'clock in the afternoon.

“Mas..ayo bangun”.

Not getting up and holding me tight.

“Let's go to sleep again, as long as no one bothers” he said with his eyes closed.

And in the end I went back to sleep following my husband, these eyes really wanted to go back to sleep.

Moments later there was someone who kissed my breast, hmmm this husband what childhood did not breastfeed his mother until when he married always breastfeed his wife. I opened my eyes, really my husband, how can I do it with my eyes closed.

“Mas... It is noon, time to check out”.

My husband opened his eyes and smiled.

“What do I do?” ask me with my smile.

“He he he” answer.

“Tiny time never breastfed Mom huh?” manyu tease.

“Or was a dream as a child?” I said back.

Mas Arif did not answer but hugged me and kissed my face and then woke up.

“Let's take a shower, we pack then breakfast below and check out” invite Mas Arif.

I opened the blanket that covered my naked body, got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, wow there was a bath up there.

I went into the bath up and I turned on the water faucet, my husband followed me, we got into a bath up that was enough for us.

Looking at each other full of love. And we enjoyed the kiss and touch during the day in the bathroom in the bath up.

We dry our bodies with a towel and then come out of the bathroom with a towel twist.

“Rin” call my husband.

I turned my head and in the tight embrace of my body from behind then we flopped down on the couch, my husband back stimulated my body and back we made love on the couch.

“Love you honey” whispered as we finished this romance.

Then we took a shower back and immediately prepared to check out and have breakfast below, yes.The hotel did not deliver food in the room but prepared it below for breakfast or dinner guests of the hotel.

Finished packing, intending to leave the room, my husband looked at me with a loving look.

“Why? Request again?” my many.

“He he he, he wants to be a child” he replied.

I pinched his cheek harder.

“Hmmm long-long gemesin” said.

“What baby am I?” answer Mas Arif.

“Yes baby, if sleep suckling, what try if not baby” I said.

“Yes big baby” I said back.

“Already come” take me.

Mas Arif followed my footsteps towards the hotel's breakfast.

Take the food that I like as well as Mas Arif. We headed to the chair and sat there, plates and glasses filled with food we put on the table, while enjoying lunch, my eyes looked at the atmosphere around it, I seem to know the woman sitting in the corner? What her? Buty? Why not wear a hijab? His face is very similar. Oh, no, my heart says.

I glanced at my husband, then took the food off his plate.

“You like?” ask Mas Arif.

“Just trying, it looks good” I said while putting the food in my mouth and chewing it and then feeling it.

“Enak too, want more” I said.

Mas Arif took it from the top of his plate and fed me.

We looked at each other and smiled.

After eating, we headed to the reception desk to check out.

I lyrically to the back of someone similar to Rista still sitting there, then he stood up, maybe he didn't know where I was here.

“Sorry, you're Rista?” I'll sweep when we're close.

He turned his head towards me and smiled, indeed very similar to Rista.

“You were wrong person” replied with a smile and left me still dumbfounded.

“Rista, don't lie to me” I said as I ran after him.

He stopped and turned towards me, I looked at him from top to bottom.

“At the moment I am not the Rista you know” he said.

“Where is your son? Why are you going to the hotel alone? Do you also need men as long as your husband is not here?” ask her.

A question that really hurts my heart, she thinks I'm a cheap woman.

“Rista... I have a husband, and I am here with my husband too, so why are you here? is it staying here too? who is that guy?” my many.

“There is nothing to do with you” replied Rista then passed leaving me in her car and leaving the hotel courtyard.

Mas Arif approached me.

“Who is he? You familiar? Your friend?” tanya Mas Arif.

“Mas, can follow the car earlier? I'll explain” I said.

Immediately we headed to the car and out of the hotel courtyard, far ahead still visible Rista's car.

Where is he going, my inner self.

“Who is Rin?” ask Mas Arif with a focused look ahead.

“Rista, I was wondering who he really was” I replied.

“Hah.. The rista? The one close to your ex? Who wants to get close to Vano?” tanya Mas Arif was no less surprised.

“Iya” answer.

The distance of our car is getting closer.

“Mas, I just want to know he's going anywhere, we just follow” I said.

“Loh, where is Rista going? it's heading outside of kota” I said.

“How about Rin, we follow or we go back to the house?” ask Mas Arif.

“Turn around Mas, let it go, what does it have to do with me, but I'm curious about it huh?” I said.

“I also so Rin, when the day I saw him wearing clothes like you, now he wears clothes that are so minimal” said Mas Arif.

“Mas enjoyed the view earlier huh?’ I said a little jealous.

“How the hell is Rin, did I have eyes not see how? yes obviously look, but it is definitely more sexy my wife is” she said.

I turned my mouth and said “The deadly comb started coming out, just say enjoy the sexiness” I said again.

Arif looked at me and smiled.

“Already... don't be angry again, what should my eyes this I close and I open when with my wife again” he said.

His words made me smile and laugh.

“Ha ha ha, continue to deliver me who if your eyes are closed?” my many.

“Pak Dirman” replied my husband.

Hmmm, if I hadn't driven, I would've squeezed his cheek.

The journey to the embah house, the time shows at two in the afternoon.

“Mas... pray duhur in Mas” front mosque.

“Iya Rin” said my husband.

The car slowly moved to the side of the road and turned towards the mosque, we got out of the car and headed into the mosque then performed dhuhur prayer, I used the mosque's mukenah.

After the prayer we walked hand in hand.

I looked up at my husband's face and smiled spoiled.