Young Marriage (?)

14. Move over

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Arsy sat next to me.

He complained a little. It seems he was angry.

"Why don't you want to move into my brother's house?" tanyakanya.

"I didn't say I didn't want to."

"Then?"

"I just want us to stay at my parents' house first."

"Reason?"

I raised my face to look at him. He's still calm. I can't guess what he's thinking right now.

"Abang, I already consider Intan as my brother. I can't leave him alone. If I moved, Intan would be awkward living in my parents' house. Even though Mama Papa already thought of him as his own child. I'm afraid he'll be lonely if I leave. So can we delay our move? At least until he has someone who can make him not lonely anymore." I clasped Arsy's hand with my left. Requesting understanding.

"Isn't it because you're afraid of being alone with your brother? Not because you're afraid of what you are?" tanyakanya.

Erk's?

I let go of my grasp.

"Abang! If that's why maybe I won't sleep in my room with brother. If that's why I would've told you to sleep on the floor uh on the sofa, I wouldn't be that bad. Ish why even talk about it. It's not because of that, anyway" I explained.

"We'll talk tomorrow. Drowsiness" he said, then lying down.

Ish this him.

What if Arsy wants us to move?

Uhh. I don't want to have to obey either. But how's Intan?

I also lie down.

I saw Arsy next to me sleeping. So sleepy as it were.

"Ishe hasn't even said good night to me yet" I said a little annoyed.

I also tried to close my eyes even though my drowsiness was gone because I thought about this transfer problem.

I felt a warm touch on my forehead. I opened my eyes. Arsy's face was so close to mine.

"Good night!" he said he took me into his arms like last night.

***

Our family will go home. My grandfather looks so sad. Not because I'm going to part with you, but because I'm going to part with Arsyad. That boy was great at making Grandpa fall such a darling. Even Arsyad slept with Grandpa last night.

Now I'm doing my parting with our new gang, the gang.

"Cango, Syifa. Play here often!" Aisyah.

"Well, you take responsibility" replied Intan.

"Counting!" reply Aisyah.

"I haven't been as good as you guys. There is no husband to support" replied Intan again.

"Fa, how about we mate Rendy with Intan?" spare Desy.

"Rendy?" tanya Intan was confused.

"Yes, Syifa's ex."

"Oyyy sis, watch your mouth. He's not an ex, okay. Just a crush." I clarified.

"Ohh, the one who wore the brown shirt last night, yes" Zahra said.

"Wear a lot of oyyy brown clothes!" intan.

"Oh, that's all. I'll have it in WA later" Desy said.

We chatted for quite a while before Intan and I were called to get in the car.

Mother, Brother Arisya and Father are in one car. Meanwhile Intan one car with Mama Papa, Dafa and Arsyad.

And me? It was clear with my beloved husband. Do you love me? Yes love!

Arsy wants to bring his own car. There is no capoknya, even though the wound on the temple has not healed.

Throughout the journey, Arsy was silent.

Even if he's still mad because I don't want to move, he shouldn't have ignored me like this.

I'm bored!

Mending sleep then.

"Don't sleep!" said it.

Ish he knows. Got a sixth sense or something.

"Bored is Bang. From now on, you were silent."

"intentionally."

Wutttsss. He said intentionally? Do what try.

"Motive?" my many.

"Squealing," he replied innocently.

I drove him mad.

"Didn't like to see your bored face. Luchu!"

"Malgoshen!"

I'm tired of being half dead but he said he was just a prank. Not funny at all.

"You mad?" tanyakanya.

I don't mind him at all.

I put on the headset and then the music prince.

I have feelings too. She thinks I'm a statue, just kind of silences me.

Along the way I hummed along the length of the song. Percis was like a kind of kindergarten kid going on a picnic.

"Where are we going?" I asked when Arsy's car turned to a road that was not going to our house.

Arsy did not answer. Looks like he's getting revenge. Ish

We arrived at a hotel.

Whattt's? The hotel? Wanna what?

"Let's get off!" bring him.

"We want to nga...ngaa...pain?" manyaku.

"Honeymoon!"

The wuttttsss? No! I was a kid. Mama help Syifa!

***

We were in a room. Honeymoon. There is no romantic at all. In a novel story, the room is usually a honeymoon suite. It's fuckin. Ordinary hotel rooms. Uh why I was so scared of the honeymoon suite, not that I was scared.

"Shi, here!" arsy said as he patted the sofa beside him.

Though somewhat afraid I would still obey. Again achy standing lamalama.

"Abang, is it true we're going to honeymoon here?" ask me while looking at every corner of the room. Not that I don't like it, but it's far from the beach, mountains, waterfalls and other playgrounds. Mending stay home like this.

Arsy laughed.

Hahhew why?

"Ang here for a break. We pray Ashar here. It's far away, '" he answered.

Rich people, take a break for a while using rent any hotel? Mubadzirs!

She shook her head.

I smiled happily. But I'm also sad that I'm not a honeymoon. Aisshhh actually I am this happy or sad.

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"Syi, from here we go directly to the house of Brother yes," said Arsy after we finished praying.

I will eventually move too. Arsy can't seem to compromise anymore.

"Serah Brother. I'll come along" I replied.

"We'll get your brother's stuff, and then we'll go back to your house."

"All right!"

Eh what? What did he say?

I who was sleeping in bed immediately woke up.

"What does Brother mean?"

"We live in your parents' house."

"Seriously?"

I approached him who was sitting on the sofa.

"Yepz." Arsy nodded. "Before you spoke to Brother that night, Brother had asked Mama Papa's permission to stay there for a while. They don't mind. Father and Mother moreover, they are glad we are not far from them. But you intentionally didn't tell you. Look at your efforts to persuade brother. But just once try and give up. Substantial.

You know from the beginning you will definitely not want to leave Intan just like that. In addition, your job sometimes requires you to work until night and not even go home. You can't stay alone at home. So Brother decided we're staying at your parents' house first" he explained.

"Darling you are so many!" I said while hugging him tightly.

I'm so happy now.

"You love Brother?" tanyakanya.

Uhh!

I'm speechless.

He smiled and returned my embrace.

"What is my brother's job? Why can't you go home like that?"

I'm not switching the conversation. I'm not avoiding the question. I was curious.

"Find out yourself."

"It's also to know."

"That means don't know from your mouth, dear brother."

The second time he called me, baby. I've been counting so low.

"Did you love me?"

This time it was my turn to ask.

He didn't answer. Even more tightened his embrace. Sometimes I kiss my head too.

"Yes!"

"Yes?" my answer is still in his arms. Just this time I hugged him in a conscious state, usually just fit to sleep.

"Where are we going to take our relationship?" tanyakanya.

"I mean Brother?" ask me while looking up my head looking at him.

We are not married. What does it mean to be taken where is it?

"What do we mean by now and how? We better talk about it now. You know we don't know each other and sometimes we're still awkward with each other. You may need time to accept your brother completely. I'm afraid to force you too."

"What are we friends with first? Get to know each other" I replied.

"No. The friend couldn't be sure" he said, then kissed me on the cheek.

Good Lord!

"So what do you want us to do?"

"Hm ... We're going out first? Let's just say we're dating now. The difference is that you will not sin if you embrace you like this. Brother is also free to kiss you like this" he said, kissing my head again.

"When you break up?"

"Abang just invited you out and nanyain broke up anyway" he said, pinching my cheek.

"Yes, anyway. Okay we're dating. From today I became my brother's girlfriend and my brother's girlfriend. Yeayyy I have a girlfriend," I said happily.

Dating people behave like husband and wife. We are husband and wife even want to date. Bizarrely.

"Abang did this not because you want to run away from responsibility. Brother will still support you and carry out the responsibilities as a husband. Brother just does not want you to think too much about your obligation as a wife who must serve Brother. You know what I mean!" arsy said grievously. "If you're ready to accept you as your husband, we'll upgrade our relationship. Agreed?"

I'm nodding.

This relationship after marriage seems very interesting.

But even so I am still Arsy's wife. I have to do all my responsibilities. It's just that Arsy gave me time for that by asking me out.

Maybe other people will think why not just go out and get married? Why decide to get married if you are not ready to take responsibility?

It is like we are thirsty. Then we have the choice of drinking raw water or cooking it first. Of course we chose to cook it first because of its more benefits. But after cooking, will we not drink it immediately because the water is still hot? It takes process and time again so that we can drink it without hurting ourselves later.

Everyone has different conditions. Some have prepared boiled water before thirst, some prefer to drink raw water to quench thirst, some have to cook first.

That's how we are now. We fell in love. We chose to get married. And now we are in the process of satisfying(?) our love.

Because we are in love does not mean we can accept each other immediately.

Did we fall for each other? God willing.

Arsy never said love, but I felt loved.

That's enough for me. Well, at least for now.

Because I know I'm a greedy human being, someday I might want more of this.

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"Abang, wakeup! Half of these five. We have to go home" I said to Arsy who was sleeping on my ribbon.

"Five more minutes!" answer with closed eyes.

"Let's go home later."

"We'll just stay here."

"What kind of girlfriend invites her boyfriend to stay in this hotel."

Arsy got up and sat down to face me. Luchu once had his face, like a child.

"Hey for now consider this brother your husband first huh. The date will be after coming home from here," he said with a smile.

What the fuck. He said he wanted to date first. Now tell me to consider husband. Aissshhh basic.

"Labile. We're still going home!" my firmness.

"Yaiya bauble. Brother wash your face first," he replied and entered the bathroom.

Eventually, Arsy and I moved on. Not moving house.

But moving from a husband and wife relationship into a pair of lovers. It may sound strange to others. But not for me. Because for now we are happy like this.

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Seriate.