The Winged Angel

38. Seeking Solutions

The town square is crowded with visitors. I enthusiastically pulled Henry's arm towards the stage on the side of the square.

A musical theatre performance is underway. There was a talent man on the stage with the appearance of a prince. The man sang a song to the woman in front of him in a loud voice.

"You are like the moon .. high above the shadow. My love, you rejected my life. .... Ooh .. You leave me. Oh lover why did you dump me ... Oh, myGod. Why is my fate bitter ...."

The melayu song with a slow tempo managed to make the audience silent for a moment. Henry and I stood among hundreds of spectators. Henry was always behind my back. Applause blaringly, as soon as the talent of the man after showing off his talent. His voice is good. I also clapped my hands with enthusiasm.

"What wiry?! I'm looking at people's wives!" Henry's voice made me flinch towards him. Henry's narrowed eyes stared intently in one direction with his chin raised. I followed Henry's gaze. There was a man standing a few feet away from us. The man looked back at Henry.

"Why, Yang?" many wonder.

"From that moment he looked at you. How could that be!" ketus.

"Maybe I look like his friend or his friend, or ...."

"Look at the man" he said again, grunting. He still gave that man a look.

"My eyes. I love where I've been." The man spoke in a defiant tone.

Henry approached him. "Please see anywhere. But not staring at my wife for long."

"Keep what?" he glares.

"What do you think I want?"

The atmosphere is getting hot. People started to notice us.

Wow ... not really, this is. I'm afraid that Henry's hit the same guy. Could be messed up my cherry Sunday night.

"Search for a drink first. Thirsty." I intentionally took his hand out of the crowd.

I can't believe Henry can act like a hotshot. No more Henry geeky that high school time is often bullied. Maybe it's been raved by Beno.

***

"Aaa.a." My mouth is gaping. My hand directed the pea-coated lizard into Henry's mouth.

We sat facing each other on a long bench near the merchant's front corner of the square. I am cooling his heart now. Enjoy a pack of both.

"Tomorrow, we'll find some more boiled beans" he said with a mouthful of pegs.

"Today was full. I don't think of boiled beans anymore" I said, with my mouth chewing a lick as well.

"Tomorrow I promise you can eat boiled beans."

"What, anyway. Maybe it's not the season anymore. Not to be sought. If anyone just bought it."

"So. I don't want my son to suck."

Yes, this is a man. He still thinks I'm craving. If he doesn't, he'll be disappointed.

"I don't crave anymore, honey." I thrust the end of the cold drink straw into her lips that were flushing with pungency.

"Where do you know. It hasn't been checked yet." His eyebrows are linked while sucking the drink from inside the can.

"I don't want to check if I'm not sure. Beelom late."

"When we go home, we check."

Not my husband's time either.

I rolled my eyeballs. Lazy to argue with him. Satisfied eating our cilok was back on the bike.

"So you want to go to Angkringan?" henry half yelled.

The motor is speeding up among other vehicles. Speak should be loud to hear.

"No, ah. The taunya is full. It's a big-gede Gaban's kayak." My voice is no less loud than Henry's.

"Okay Princess. We're home."

"Together, my dear."

"I love you."

"Unclear. Can it be louder?"

Who's afraid? I breathed as much air as I could. Prepare to ....

"I LOVE YOUUU. Niken love died with Henry. Henry is the most handsome husband in the world!!!" my screams loose.

Care very much the people around who look up to us Toh do not know as well. Hidhi.

The man in front of me laughed. He did not expect that his wife's shamed veins were breaking up to please his heart. Tonight feels like the world belongs to both of you. It doesn't take much effort to please my heart. This is enough.

***

My body squirms. Ari-ari feels full. Must go to the restroom immediately. Eyes feel heavy. The breath collects lives. Eyelids slowly open. The clock on the wall indicates it's still midnight. Slowly lower a burly hand wrapped around the stomach.

With my eyes half closed, one hand fumbled under the bed. Looking for the lingerie I wore last night. It's even the bra I got. My netraku looked at our underwear splattered on the floor.

The air in the room was very cold. Henry always set the room temperature at the smallest number. I put on the bra again before finding the lingerie that was somehow floating around. Didn't find it either, finally Henry's shirt I was wearing. It is warm after wearing it.

I got out of bed and ran small to the toilet door.

****

Hhh .. senile base! I hit her head slowly.

I forgot to check my urine. Because in a hurry, I just threw it away. Henry accidentally put a peck test device in front of the glass toilet. So that I may remember. Ah, tomorrow only again.

Back to bed. That clear face looked very slick. The sound of his snoring was chasing with the clock seconds. His mouth is slightly open.

My body went back into the bed cover. I looked at his physical now beginning to change. My eyebrows cringing.

Yes .. right. Why do I realize now? The more days Henry's body becomes filled.

He is starting to exercise. Every morning and evening always to the field behind the house. Martial exercises with the big men. He came home full of sweat.

He once said that one day he did not need a body guard anymore. I think Henry's just talking empty. Is this maybe what he meant?

My index tip pressed down on Henry's arm muscles which began to appear bulging. His body is harder now. My fingers moved to his chest. Pressed. Hard too. I dropped a little blanket. His stomach also started the box. It looks like a torn bread. My mouth immediately became funny. My eyeballs are round.

Husband changed.

"Why not sleep?" He suddenly woke up.

I gasp. Worried about being caught off guard is watching. "Must be from the bathroom. Peed."

"Thin? Has he peed?" Those narrow eyes widened at me.

Tuh kan ... Henry remembers me better than I do.

"Forgot."

"Entar don't forget again. Later if you want to pee wake me up."

"Make what?"

"Make your ingetin."

His lips seemed to be holding a smile. "Tok my shirt?" The shirt I had been wearing.

"Pinjem," I said briefly as I closed my eyes again.

"What kind of clothes did you wear last night?"

"I should have asked. You tell me where my pretty clothes are," I said riled up.