The Winged Angel

37. The most beautiful sound.

Ceklek .. sound handle room door opened from outside.

I closed my eyes tight. The roll in my arms right now might crumble.

"Hi .., honey," he whispered almost inaudibly. A gentle kiss landed on my forehead.

I'm quiet not shaking. Better to pretend to sleep. Than talking in a bad mood.The bed creaks. A burly hand with the sleeves of the shirt rolled up, now coiled around my stomach. The smell of perfume I smell.

Wanted to grumble but not to. He just got home. Clock-hand thread stuck to the wall. It's three in the afternoon. Henry's the kind of guy who has regular sleep time. Napping is a habit every day. He is tired of coming home from Bali. It didn't take long, his smooth snoring then sounded.

This incident still pisses me off today. How else would I protest Henry? I don't like all my activities being watched by the body guards. My freedom feels stifled.

I understand that Henry's intentions are good. He wants me to always be safe. But, it makes me uncomfortable. I feel like a freak.

I want to be able to get out of the house without being surrounded by those muscular men. Wanting to be able to go anywhere without any eyes to keep watching me like a fugitive.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Henry's hand moved around stroking my arm, and then his fingers went in between my fingers. Our fingers are also intertwined. He's up.

Hmc ... I bit my lips in frustration. This model husband is a difficult way to deal with it. He's too sweet to be romantically attracted to. Henry's bucin treatment can always make me melt. I can't be mad at him. Suers.

I exhaled a rough breath.

"Awake? Kirain is still sleeping" he said from behind my back.

I turned my body facing him. We shared a smile with each other.A rule that my man had made. Every waking up we both had to smile at each other.

"Where is your 'me time' today? Definitely fun. My wife's smile is so sweet." He ruffled my hair slowly.

It's so much fun, Buambaaang Fergusooo. My smile is growing. Fake smile. My hands ruffled her hair bangs back.

"I want to talk to you." I stared at the two chocolate slices.

"What tuh?"

"You don't like it when I walk without you?"

Those narrow eyes flickered at me.

"If you don't like it. Say it frankly. I'm not papa really, if it has to be at home do not say anything."

"It's not so, dear." Henry seemed to be wrong.

"No papa, really." I stood lethargic out of the room.

Stop, Ken. Just accept the reality. If your husband is overprotective. Don't think I can time again. Just be grateful for what is. Just enjoy.

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"Road, Yuk!"

Henry approached me who was daydreaming on the balcony of the room, after dinner. Both hands support the chin, leaning against the guardrail.

"No need. You're still tired."

"What, don't you want?"

"No," put on an indifferent face.

"We're dating."

"Males."

"Nostalgia, date like first."

"What were we dating?"

"Oh yes. Nostalgia for me that is."

I'm shaking. Henry took a long breath. It seems like he realized my gloom since this afternoon.

"It's Sunday night, Non. Let's have a date. Ride motor. Ngeng .. ngeng! Brumm .. brumm!" Henry moved his hands as if he was holding a motor handlebar. His mouth mimics the sound of a motor.

Riding bikes? Mau ....

My heart was tempted. "Where?" Pretend jaim.

"Where do you want, Non. Want to travel around the city. Jabanin's brother, bye tree. The important thing is not to pout anymore." Henry launched a seduction, both eyebrows going up and down.

Even though it feels like prancing around her husband so enthusiastic.

Riding a motorcycle ... being joined by a husband around the city? Enjoying the night breeze while hugging her waist from behind. Keep ... stop by at the stewed nut seller. Buy boiled beans. Continue ... sit in front of the square watching an art show. Continue ... return meal at angkringan. Continue ....

My eyes widened imagining all that. Must've been exciting.

"Where, Yang?" Henry nudged my shoulder again. "Yes .. if you don't want to, I don't mean, Non ...."

"Yuu ... Want ... want to bangeeeet!!" I shouted happily, explosively.

I hugged his neck while prancing. I shower that tomato cheek with a kiss.

Henry giggled amusedly at my reaction. His body almost fell down because of my silly behavior.

"Wuih .. Yes, dear. Come prepare. Later on."

***

It's up to someone to say I'm a hypocrite. I'm not Nia Ramadhabi. Having a rich husband does not mean that my taste in life has changed. Not that I feel like my social status is rising. Not at all.

I am still the old Niken. Who would rather snack on the side of the road than sit in a fancy restaurant. Who more enjoy riding a motorbike battered by the wind than being in a closed car air-conditioned. I enjoy life like that more.

I think it's more fun.

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.

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Smiles keep on clinging to my lips. My teeth are dry because most of them grin. Both arms were tightly coiled around Henry's waist. The turtle model helmet is attached sweetly to the head. Leaning on the husband's back.

We were already on a matic motorbike that was speeding through the streets of the capital. Among other vehicles. The night breeze was fresh blowing on the face. Waving the simple hijab I was wearing.

The lights twinkled beautifully with a lively decorate of the protocol road we passed. Young-le see me in pairs riding the motor drove on our left right. A bright sunday night.

Henry deliberately brought a motor circling the city. Maybe, let his wife who has not been riding this bike for a long time be satisfied.

***

"What do you want?" Henry patted my hand that was stuck to his stomach.

The motor stopped in front of a row of hawker stalls that were on the page of a mart. The merchants only sell from afternoon to night. Lots of selling fried foods.

"No boiled beans?" My neck is looking for. We both sat on the bike seat.

"You crave, Yang?" Henry looked back. Trying to see my face.

Ngever? Any timing?

***

Henry reached into the device from the pocket of his bomber jacket. Swipe the screen with the right thumb.

"Who are you calling?"

"Hold them to go get some boiled beans."

They who? Beno's men?

"Don't call them! Later on come. I don't want to" I protested.

"But from now on we've been around nyari. There's nothing. Who knows if they can help."

I snorted annoyed.

"If there is no papa. There are many other snacks," I said.

"Our son's attention if it doesn't work .. auwuch!" Henry let out a small scream. Kucubit.

"Who's craving too? I don't crave, Iaaang," I said angrily.

Please deh, Henry ... don't ruin my mood by calling Beno's troops.

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