Women & Destiny (Edit-revision Process)

13. 1 Who is he?

Anin was still asleep when Mika and Mei visited her apartment.

"Non Anin's still asleep, seems tired." Mbok replied Jum when Mika asked her Young Miss.

"Hhoy, God, forgive me! the days of Manten expired, the clock was still crooked," Mika said in a voice sufficient to wake the sleeping demon.

"You want to drink what this is, let the symbols make," said the friendly symbok and then returned to the kitchen.

"Oh, no need, no need, after all, the hostess is also sleeping, right?" mika said again, Half screaming. "Don't bother him."

"But you've been bothering me with your voice!" anin said calmly.

Meilani turned her head towards the origin of the voice. She laughed seeing Anin leaning against the wall with sleepy eyes.

"Ops! The hostess woke up" cried Mei and then approached her best friend and hugged her. "Please condition the buttons on your shirt, doctor." Mei whispers in her best friend's ears. He was also heard by Mika. And both laughed out loud.

"When my husband wakes up, I'll throw you all out!" Threaten Anin.

"Ooho..ohoo, you hear me, Mei, our best friend is angry! Mbok, make this our princess a cold seger." Mika said as she grabbed one of the magazines on the guest table and landed her ass right on the milk-brown sofa.

Anin smiled without ignoring the ridicule of his friend, tilted his head and folded his hands to look at his two friends who were sitting and engrossed with their respective busyness.

"When we ospek first, you were very simple, polite. See now: You are so flirty, your hair is already rich in sweet arum. Especially you, Mik."

"Hm, what do you care? Abi likes it. Fuck everybody else!"

Anin looked at the wonder of her best friend.

Mei laughs. "Eh, you don't know yet, Nin?"

"Is there any news that has been missed?" asked Anin who could not hide her curiosity.

"Oops. Sorry, Nin," Mika shut her mouth. "At the farewell party, Abi was with me" he added.

Mei nodded. "Yep, right. And Lu knows, it ends where if you've dealt with Mikaila Prasojo." Imbuh Mei who can not hide her laughter. Sableng friends that way, his former friends are embat also!

Anindira quickly stepped over to her best friend's seat. "You serious? And you know, what did he do to me?"

"Hmm, I know. But is Lu okay? I mean, don't you mind if we.." said Mika awkwardly felt bad with Anin.

Anin nodded. "Never mind, it's just the past, I'm just worried about you, because I know what Abi looks like."

"So, do you approve of me?" girang shouted.

"Sst! lower your voice, My husband is still asleep."

"Ah, Let! Until when he falls asleep. Want to be a sleeping prince?''

May throbbing. "The fool hasn't gone away, either. Of course if Doi wakes up, we get kicked out and we fail to rob."

"Haaa. yep, yeah, yeah, sorry, I'm so excited, hhahaaa...."

"You wait, I change clothes first" Anin stepped out of her guests.

The next second he came back with a more representative appearance and in his hands was a bag of things.

"Asyikk.by-by," cried Mika and Mei almost simultaneously.

***

"Shift a little dong, I want to read too."

Bima looked at his wife. Then shift the position of his body that is busy reading magazines.

The other side is empty. Not good if you don't mess with me!

"When the same May was here, Ngabarin if we have to prepare for the competency test - internsip-"

"Freasurely that? from college?"

"Not, but his enrollment in the collective of the campus, Mas.''

"Ooh, that kind of KKN? how long?”

"Different. Work internships are bound and usually placed according to the needs of medical personnel in each region for a year."

"Strue areas?"

"Maybe…."

"Goddle...."

"Why?"

"It's okay. When did the program start - what was it?"

"Internative. As soon as the requirements are complete, and just wait for the letter of assignment."

"If out of the area, we split dong?”

"It's only been a year, Mom,"

"Just one year? and it's just?!!??"

"Yes." Yeah."

"One year is a long time, baby, if I miss how?"

"You can be susulin."

"What if you miss it every day?"

"What the hell, Mom, don't start…."

"Lho, this is serious. It's you, who never misses me."

"That's starting...”.

"Lho, right?!”

"Udah. It'll be late in the afternoon so we'll go to Mamah's?"

"To Bandung?"

"Yes, time to Mars."

"Newly know, there is a schedule to Bandung also our honeymoon." Bima smiled faintly from behind her magazine.

"Mas, seriously, so we're not going to Bandung. I'm not busy yet."

"Yes dear."

"Okay, I'm packing now. When did you start working again?"

"When do I want to, why? any other destinations besides Bandung?”

"Where?"

"Where do you want to go."

"No, but I also want to go to Jogja."

"It can be arranged, but aren't you tired? I don't want you to be sick."

"Yes too, it's still a headache right now."

"If so, to the band tomorrow only, today we are satisfied to play at home."

Anin narrowed her eyes. "Mesum just mind you."

"What's the matter, baby?" bima asked pretending to be plain.

"That was saying."

"Say what?"

"What did you say?"

"I just said play at home...Where is the mess?”

"Ah. Never mind, forget!" Grunts Anin upset.

"Ngambek this! if you're craving what the consequences are, remember, right?" Bima grinned.

Suddenly glared at Anin. "No! Who's licking." elak Anin again.

If one of them is angry, irritated or upset because one made a mistake, then they are obliged to release the attributes attached to his body - whatever it is - to nothing. The ridiculous agreement that Bima made and forced his wife to agree to the absurd agreement.

"Relatedly? I was ready." holding the shirt he was wearing and ready with the movement of undressing.

"For a long time here, I could be a crazy tickle." Anin was about to get up when one of her hands was held by her husband.

"Where are you going?"

"You take a drink. Thirsty." Anin tried to avoid her husband's gaze.

"I'm thirsty too."

"You want to too?"

"Yes, but I want milk."

"It's over, not shopping."

"If it's any other milk."

Anin's forehead is wrinkled. "Cental sweet?" tumben, usually the most anti-sweetened condensed milk because according to him it is not milk but glucose liquid that is packaged.

"It's sweet, if the kentalnya do not know," said Bima trying to hold back his laughter. Flirting with a wife is his new hobby now. His jutek wife - in his opinion - awkward, sometimes shy cat and easily misbehaved.

"Ish, tau ah!" Anin tried to remove her wrist.

Bima pulled his wife once more and Anin's body staggered, falling on her bed.

Bima hugged his favorite wife. Errata, - hugging and groping and throwing magazines that had been read earlier.

"So what do you really want to drink?" tanya Anin tried as flat as possible.

"You know," Bima shifted her fingers towards the area she loved.

Anin Holds her husband's hand on his stomach. "Mas, snot! Don't slob. You haven't had a shower yet, take a shower!" tawar Anin tried to divert the conversation.

"What if we take a shower?"

Without waiting for his wife's approval, "Yuhuu..." Bima carried his wife bridal style to the bathroom.

Anin thrashed "No, No! Please lower! I just took a shower, MAS!!!" Anin half-screamed. But not ignored by her husband.

And finally Anin resigned, with back wet-ridden in there.

"Cklck!" Mbok Jum shook his head. "The behavior of today's children." Smile mbok Jum expands and then steps while closing the door of their room.

***

"A little bit too much to eat?" ask Bima weird.

"The one."

"Add dong baby, you'll be sick."

"Yes, I'll add more. Tomorrow, so right? I don't feel good about my promise to Mamah."

"Yes so."

"Tomorrow take my car?"

"Why red? Broken?" Bima stopped her feeding mouthful.

"No, anyway."

"If that's not necessary. Full-full parking lot alone." said Bima indifferently and returned to stick the plate in front of him.

"But it…."

"Udah no need. Who said it was your car. It's your parents."

"Yes." Yeah." Anin's sigh. Somehow suddenly her mood turned ugly when usually she would argue with her husband to win.

"How many days do you plan to spend in Bandung?"

"The day we returned to Jakarta." Anin stirred up the contents of the plate without any intention to eat it.

Bima noticed his wife's behavior, "Dimakan dong, kasian is his rice."

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm okay. Indeed why?!"Anin asked back indifferently.

"On Cars? honey.not that I can not, but here it already has a car and can still be used, which is there to be used Mamah or who needs, it's kasian Mamah if the car is not there, it's not there, to what rising market? an angkot? aren't you kasian?!"

"Yes, yeah...."

"Let's eat it. Abis it's my anterine forward, huh?"

"Why what?"

"You're looking for milk."

"Well!"

And at midnight Bima woke up and found his wife vomiting in the bathroom.

Wh why? the wind?

Bima immediately approached his wife. "Darling, what's wrong with you?" put his palm on Anin's forehead. Not hot, but a little bit angry!

"In a moment, I get warm water first" said Bima who was replied by a nod by Anin.

"Want to see a doctor? Yuk." yuk." Ask Bima later.

Anin sat on the toilet and took a tissue from her husband to wipe her mouth and received a glass of warm water.

"For sure because of the slow water play. Sorry dear," said Bima full of regrets. "I often get out of control."

"Not Mas, Dizziness from waking up this afternoon. Maybe it's still the jetlag effect."

"Not the wind?"

"No – is not like it."

"Is it okay now?"

"Lumayan."

"Do you want my telon oil?"

"Oil the eucalyptus Mas, I'm not a baby" Anin said withholding her laughter. Husband funny if you're panicking – worry.

"Well, let's go to bed, it's cold!" Bima memapah his wife with great care, to the extent that Anin jengah made.

"Mas, I'm fine and can still walk on my own." protested his wife.

"Why in the first place?! Don't protest just this once."

"Aaah, okay! Ready, boss!" finally Anin gave up. Started off, I crushed the bossy attitude of the kingkong.

Bima draped his wife's back and stomach with eucalyptus oil. "Tomorrow to be delayed, huh?"

"Don't dong Mas." said Anin pleading.

"Lho, you're sick like this!"

"Please…." Anin.

"If Mamah knows you're sick, she'll make us sick too."

"I'm not sick, I'm fine."

"Yes already. Let's see tomorrow. Now you rest."

"Ready! But tomorrow so yes!?"

"Yes...."

"Promise?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Review that the samp---" suddenly Anin felt her lips locked.

Habits of the kingkong.

A minute later Bima released her kiss. "It's getting to bed soon." He put up a blanket for his wife and then he followed.

***

The typical air of the city of flowers can already be felt by the sense of smell. Tickling his nose, tempting his passengers to slightly lower the car glass.

How cold this morning.

"The hum is now jammed, huh?"

"Yes, it's still morning."

"Where's your stomach, is it okay?"

"Hhh...." Anin weighed in. "So far so good." Answer

Bima turned to the side, "If you feel bad, say yes dear. Not arrested. It's a low chair again, let's be a little sloping." Celoteh Bima interrupted.

"Every one of my bosses is pretentious." How not to be pretentious. Along the way from Jakarta - Bandung Bima does not stop babbling about this and that, it must be this and that.

Bima glared at his wife. And Anin chuckled at the change in the look on her husband's face.

"Hey, watch your way, Mas." Anin chanted in the middle of his laughter. "...i don't want to go home by name."

***

The Otis House

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"Ma, the sauce is good, where do you buy it?" anin asked her mother when they were busy in the pantry, while the men were busy in the back garden with her maleness.

Sofia –her mother-frowning over her youngest child question. "You're weird, he asked, that's not the sambal that mama always made, Nin?"

"Oh, yes!!" Anin chocolates the chili again with the remaining cucumber in his hand. "This one feels different, Ma. Anin's gonna wrap up, Mah?"

"Your husband likes sambal?"

"Hmmm...I don't know Ma."

"Lho, how are you, husband's favorite doesn't even know. Fat boy!"

If you think it is true. What Anin knows about her husband, besides his level of fame and his bossy attitude and his love.

What favorites? how's Friends? his association? Especially what about his past! Anin was completely blind about her husband.

Anin grunts. "Yes, Anin is still in the stage of getting to know each other, Ma."

"You need to pay more attention! Spend more time taking care of your husband. Don't be the patient you take care of."

"Yes, Mah..” Suddenly Anin lost his taste with the sauce. Until when did this man teach him. I swear by whatever Anin wants to escape. Not polite, is it? And the sauce is so tempting.

"When can you hold a grandchild?"

"Too that...." Anin is confused looking for the right word to answer her mother's question.

"You're not planning on delaying Momongan, are you?" search Housewife.

Anin took a little longer to answer her mother's question. "Anin's planning on getting a specialist, ma."

"Want to?"

"Yes, bothered mah, so yes we agreed to postpone some time. Lagian Anin's too young, isn't she?"

"Young from where! Mom used to have your Mas when you were that old."

"That was ma, different dong…."

"What's different, your mother is old you know, want nimang grandson."

"Don't start again. Mas Teja or mas Budi it tell mating, tar so weathered bujang."

"Hus! don't talk so much." Sofia hisses at her son.

"Lho really, right, want to until when will the change of girlfriend continue. But none of them are serious." Anin defended herself. "Nurunin who the hell is Mah? What young papah was that time, Ma?"

"Ngawur.''

Anin is sometimes upset. Why is he always the one being prosecuted and urged. Not quite satisfied it turns out after forcing his young marriage by way of matchmaking in this millennial era.

Anin was still grumbling about to continue his protest when Mr. Otis suddenly appeared.

"Chat what is this. It looks like it's exciting."

"Kui you know mas, your son, mosok want to go to school again. Wouldn't you be old enough to have her child. What are the risks of getting pregnant at a certain age?" Sofia complained to her husband. "Till to delay the specter of everything?" Added.

Anin was increasingly upset to hear the actions of her mother who was considered childish. Not once or twice, sometimes Anin felt her mother was jealous of her. Perhaps the former mama also actually had a desire for a career, but because of the environment, she finally decided to devote herself entirely to her husband and family.

Her mother decided to vacuum from the world perbank-kan –which became her passion-after getting married and becoming a housewife.

"Take a specialist right after your children are born nduk? Don't be in a hurry, anytime you can." Obviously Mr. Otis to his son.

"Tuh, right…. Also horrified when parents say," Teja said chiming in who had not been since when to join the pantry.

"You too. Must get married soon. Bring your girlfriend home!! If you don't want to, let's go with wedus!" Omel sofia on her boy.

Tedja gulps. The innuendo turned, the weapon ate master.

"Mas Budi, ask for marriage."

"Yes, you two!!" sofia's grunts are upset. Have children who are wayward. It is hard to manage like before. What parents say.

"Sir, call your husband. We'll eat together." Said Mr. Otis full of authority.

Anin smiled faintly then stepped out to look for her husband.

Anin always feels happy, likes the words of her father (pak Otis) who is always soothing, as if there is never anything that makes her emotional. Precisely relieve emotions. Anin smiled again, not knowing what she just remembered.

***

When Anin was laying on her bed - she remembered the first time her husband had stolen her lips.

He first felt a strange sensation in her.

Anin smiled to herself as she thoughtlessly took the sleeping pills. And pretending to be sick. Anin again blushed considering the events of that time. Until he swallowed a sedative.

And-god!! How could I forget to take the contraceptive pill!! fools.

Anin recalled the last time they had sex and the last time they took her pills.

Yesterday afternoon, yes, in the bathroom. Anin then got up and grabbed a more precise makeup box called the P3K box.

The girl searched around for the pill in question and the next second she had already found what she was looking for.

"Why can you forget." Anin hit her own forehead. "...sampe passed three days."

Anin tried to remember again. When he was in Canada. When she took her pills and when she came into contact with her husband.

"OK, calm down, calm down." take a breath, let it out. "Whoops!" Anin tried to sue herself. "It's okay, it's past the fertile period as well. Safe!" His mouth.

That afternoon Anin took her husband to tour the city.

Culinary travel, shopping, stopping by tourist attractions and the trip ends at one of the malls.

Anin was busy matching the dress with several pairs of shoes and sandals when Bima paid to look for the toilet.

But when Anin was about to catch up, her husband was busy chatting with someone. Who's who?? Anin undoes his intention to catch up with Bima. He just kept silent and watched from where he stood.

***

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