The Young Wife's Rhyme

13. The Sweet Husband

“Need help?”

“Eh?”

I turned my head with a shocked face and almost slipped on the slippery floor if I could not balance my body. Massaging my chest and throwing a sharp look at Mas Daffa who actually giggled at my behavior.

“Ngagetin aja, Mas.” I grumbled, but returned to holding the mop to continue the pending work.

“Sorry. Need no help? You want to mop up this whole house?” ask Mas Daffa.

I nodded quickly. What else can I do in a house this big alone if I don't do my homework. After all, I did it out of boredom and used it to kill time to pass quickly.

“Yes, who else wants to play?”

“I found a housekeeper, want?”

I smiled hearing his question. Not because of anything, but because Mas Daffa kept his promise to remove my call to himself.

Come to think of it, funny too when he talks to ‘aku’. Maybe because I've been used to him talking formally.

“No need Mas, later if I'm bored and no activities, I have to what?” I shook my head quickly. Inching back so that the floor that I had mopped did not get dirty again, but Mas Daffa followed me like a child.

I frowned, casting a sharp glare at him, which only asked. “Don't want me dong, Mas! Later the floor is dirty again,” my grunts are upset.

“Eh sorry.”

He scratched his neck clumsily, immediately running small away from me. But the direction of running actually makes me glare because he stepped on the floor that I mop up kinclong.

“Mas Daffa don't get teased, ih!” my shout made him stray in the fog and ran into the room.

I took a breath and exhaled it long and long over and over again, enduring the self-controlling rage. Mas Daffa was nosy too, even though his outer skin looked calm and quiet.

I had to repeat the mopping activity again because the footprints of Mas Daffa made it clear. I pressed the floor while grumbling in annoyance, venting it on the innocent floor.

Huh, that sucks.

But not ten minutes into the room, Mas Daffa poked his head behind the door. He looked at me with a horse smile, making me squint suspicious eyes.

“This policy is you are ready yes, I wait in the car. We take a walk, wherever you want to go let me anterin.”

I gawked because of her sudden behavior. I haven't had time to answer, Mas Daffa has already run outside. Sure enough, as soon as I noticed his clothes, the man was neat with his long t-shirt suit and blue jeans.

I was in a hurry to finish my work, it would be bad if he had to wait for me for a long time. I didn't even have time to clean the mop first. Wash your face immediately and then change your clothes.

But it does want as soon as we women get ready when they leave, it still takes longer than the men. I had prepared to the minimum, but it still took me over half an hour just to get dressed and polish my face a little.

Mas Daffa greeted me with a smile as soon as I entered his fortune car. Though I was already was was because I was afraid that Mas Daffa would grumble because he was waiting for me too late, but in reality he just looked at me with a smile.

“Sorry Mas, I am old yes get ready?”

Daffa shook his head and laughed. “No, just half an hour. Usually I wait for Hana can be an hour more, her name is also a woman so reasonable aja.”

I replied to her smile with a small twitch. My heart was a little troubled when he mentioned the name of Mama Hana. It was nothing, for the previous three days, Mas Daffa had not mentioned Mama Hana's name at all while with me, making me momentarily forget the fact that I was his second wife.

Ah, how stupid of me.

“Where do you want to take me?” ask me to divert the conversation.

I thought hard, looking through my mind where I wanted to go. Long thought, even until the car driven by Mas Daffa came out of the residential area, I never found the place I wanted to visit.

Yeah, all this time my life was just going back and forth between home and college. I rarely go out because I don't like crowds. I prefer to dwell with the kitchen and books because for me, they provide their own tranquility.

“So where you going?” ask Daffa again.

I showed off my grin and shook my head. “Do not know, I have rarely left the house let alone walk.”

“What if we go to Ambarawa?” ask Mas Daffa after thinking for a long time.

“Bby. Whatever it is, I'm coming,” I said casually.

I opened the car glass as it crossed Simpang Lima, one of the icons of Semarang city. Daydreaming to find a crowded street in the afternoon like this, with chaotic traffic, enlivened by mutually unpretentious driver horns. Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I've faced the heavy traffic of the city.

“You eat first or snack first not? Maybe you're hungry.”

Mas Daffa again opened his voice, which I responded with a quick slit. The man smiled again, stepping on the brakes of the car to let the crossers pass first.

I looked at every detail of my husband's face. In addition to her smile, I began to like her perfectly etched jaw line, sharp and seductive. When viewed from the side like this, he looked very handsome. Moreover, plus his nose is sharp and pointed.

O God, how could you create such a near perfect man. I praised inwardly, not daring to reveal directly.

“Why Danisa? Is there something on my face?” asked Mas Daffa suddenly, made me stumble and suddenly turn my face.

My cheeks were heating up because I was caught looking at her intensely like that. Well, I'm so embarrassed.

“Emm, I'm a little thirsty Mas,” I said quibbled. There's no way I'd say I was looking in awe at him.

“You want what to drink, let me buy you.” He smiled, returning focus to the streets in front of him.

“What can Mas.”

“Starbuck? Chatime? Or want ice cream Baskin?”

I shriveled to hear him mention an expensive brand of drink that I just couldn't afford. Besides because there is no money, actually not too interest as well.

I immediately shook my head. “Mineral water deh.”

Mas Daffa chuckled, as soon as he saw one of the minimarkets not far from reach, he immediately pulled his car over. He rushed down, twisted his body with a little run, rushed to open the car door for me.

I was stunned by her sweet treatment. It's totally unexpected. I have not had time to thank you, Mas Daffa suddenly knelt down before me, making me stare for the umpteenth time in a day.

“Mas, why?” manywould be surprised.

“Bentar, this is picketed first so you do not fall on the road.”

Eh?

I suddenly froze, as Mas Daffa tied my left sneaker strap that slipped off without me noticing. Holy hooch!

Let's just say I'm overreacting, but I've only been treated so sweetly for the first time by a man other than Abi. So it makes my heart seem to want to jump from its place because the beat is too hard.

Ah, I'm afraid Mas Daffa can hear it.

Daffa, you are too sweet. Your love should be divided with others.