YOUNG WIFE
BIRTHDAY GIFT
“Yes is the heart of my brother Mel pauseg-jedug, if not yes brother Mel meninggoy dong,” reply I do not want to lose.
Since I don't want to admit that, I'm looking for another reason. How could I admit to pounding in front of Aiman who looked cool? Pshaw! There will be a big head.
I am the one who strongly opposes to reject her charm! What I have to admit is that Aiman is level with Kim Taehyung.
Gala chuckles first new comment, “Oh gitu.”
Seeing his reaction, I was like I had won the lottery. Satisfied with being able to trick the boy. Although I don't know what the police are thinking next to me.
Arriving home, I immediately cleaned up all the groceries earlier. Again cool, Aiman suddenly appeared like a ghost. She looks like she just finished a shower with her hair still wet.
He has a hairdryer. Why not use it to dry your hair? If you see him in this mode right, I am not strong faith — my murmur in the heart.
“Astaghfirullah just!”
Aiman chuckled to see me react like that.
“You like kagetan well now. Shocked at always seeing a handsome guy?”
Idih.
“Sorry yes son Aiman. I don't think you're handsome. Remember, above the sky there is still sky. Kim Taehyung is still number one!”
“Masa? Want to feel full?”
I glanced at him cynically, “I mean?”
“If you want to eat me, you can hold me. Same Kim who was ah that's not even if you watch him at the concert, right?”
His statements began to go everywhere. Rather than me getting stuck with the game, I changed the subject.
“Sorry if I don't live up to your expectations. Now I want to know what the purpose of kisanak sneaking into the kitchen at this hour?”
Aiman chuckled again.
“Lapers. Can you make snacks?”
“Jam this way is good to eat noodles.”
“Bby deh. I want to see a movie. Please make yah.”
Damnit damnit! For a long time, I was really like.
Hearing him asking without a commanding tone, I also made his request come true. I bought two special cardboard boxes with two eggs. Oseng oseng oseng, finally ready too.
I immediately took her to the living room where she was watching while turning off the lights of the room. Aiman installs a tancep current screen aka projector to watch paid movies. And well.this looks cool especially if the film is horror.
“Nih.”
Aiman's face beamed to see a bowl of noodle sauce plus eggs presented and smelled delicious on the table. Without further ado, he immediately enjoyed the noodles even though they still looked hot.
“Where are you?” aiman asked as I turned towards the room.
“Sleep.”
“Here watch,” call Aiman while patting the corner of the sofa beside him.
“Emang again watch what? Males if fantasy movie, romantic all macem.”
“So what you want to watch. Just aja,” he said while eating.
Unsuspecting, I also sat where he patted earlier and looked for the right chanel. I met the Indonesian horror film that was booming a few years ago and immediately pressed play to watch it.
Aiman clucked in his place.
“You sure you want to watch horror?”
“Emang why?”
“Yes you are a coward.”
“Ngeledek just keep going. Yok challenges! See who likes to close my eyes,” my challenge.
“Oke.”
We also started watching Tarra Basro's film, which he said the director himself was the director of Korean film that was also successful there.
I've seen a lot of Korean dramas and movies. So it must be more exciting if it is made in the Indonesian version.
And sure enough, I immediately goosebumps when the form of a mother appears so creepy. Not many sightings appear but the jumpscare is quite decent especially the time of the scene on the highway that is filled with bleeding and scenes in the well!
Crazy one! I immediately remembered the old well in the house. Actually the same form as the grandmothers who died near the well.
“Hih!”
Grep.
I feel like my feet are being held by someone. And when I turned my head, Aiman was sitting tensely in his place. I'm starting to feel funny. It turns out that Aiman who is fierce, can be very afraid of the same horror film.
“Weleh. Some are afraid.”
“Hah? Not really!” his elbow.
I started thinking about breaking it.
“Casual bang. After this there is no ghost.”
But my speech may be bullshit by Aiman because soon the scene changes to the appearance of the old mother suddenly. Sontak Aiman immediately pulled my arm and took refuge there. I glanced at him cynically because he had dared to hold on.
Aiman slipped as I asked to be released.
“Om...do not take a chance.”
“What?”
I pointed at my arm that he was clamping with a glance at my eyes. Upon seeing it, Aiman let go but while looking at me closely. For a moment the atmosphere suddenly became quiet and the surrounding aura suddenly became hot. Is the ac not on well until I feel stuffy and suddenly lemes knee collide with the former widower of this one child?
Her lips. I could not turn away from her thick lips. The smell of mint just came out of here.
Not Mel. No! Although he's your husband, but this is only a temporary marriage. Don't give everything to om-om sompret this one!
“Huah! Just want to sleep. Tomorrow you have to go to the salon to be a mother bhayang,”, I said, slip to stay away from this awkward atmosphere.
Luckily Aiman didn't say anything or hurt me. If he says something, I feel more and more wrong later. Especially when we are both in the room.
**
The next morning, I hurriedly escorted Aiman to a subscription salon. He meant to leave quietly before Gala woke up, but the boy woke up quickly and asked to come with me to the salon. As a result the three of us went there and waited for me to finish in the dress up.
Unlike the manten salon that yesterday, this salon has a berjakun cece. Sweet guy. It won't be discovered if it's a transmigration.
“You should be short, right?”
“Ne do not know ce. Gini short hair can be carried?”
“Can dong bunda.”
He just started me like Rita's book yesterday. Speaking of him, will I see him again today?
An hour and a half dressed up, finally done too. Gala looked at me while astonished. He said he didn't like to see me dress up.
“Mama kayak ondel-ondel.”
“Means if not dandy so ongol-ongol dong?”
Not only was Gala laughing, cece Hidayat and Aiman were also chuckling at her.
“Ih new wife mas Aiman Somplak also yah.”
“Iya. Emang rada-rada anyway,” said Aiman who I glanced sharply at him. But what I'm looking at instead is a thin smile and gemesin.
“Nothing is it. Home is so excited. Thanks yah. May the inauguration be a success!” yells.
We also went home. I should also immediately put on the pink clothes of the pride of mother bhayangkari. It turns out Susan's body size is more or less the same as mine. So not too many pieces of clothing are cut. Only her skirt should be let down a little because my waist is quite small.
I finished dressing up, Aiman was also wearing his official official clothes.
And wow! I saw him very handsome. Uniform fits. Neither greatness nor narrowness. His chest field looks wide and very hugable which makes Aiman's body posture is indeed a dream of every woman. I am not a hypocrite, if now I gulp at him who is so radiant and authoritative. What kind of sight will I see in the next four years? Masya Allah.
“Udah ready?”
Again I felt the heat around me getting hot. Fear if you sweat, can wear off make up.
“Huum. Yuk leaves,” I said.
Today Gala was forced to go with her mother's house assistant Aiman. Bik Sur is called. He'll be with Gala at school until we pick her up at mom's house later. I saw that kind-hearted boy was ready to be delivered by Raka to school. While Aiman and I went to the office where the inauguration was held.
“There is no Mr President, right?” manya panic.
“Ehmm well one day if I become a General, can only be inaugurated with the president.”
“Waw, I wish you all the way to that point.”
Aiman laughed. Even so, he still guaranteed my prayer earlier.
An hour and a half drive, we finally reached the inauguration building. Just arrived in front of the parking lot, we have been visited by several people who have higher ranks and also lower than the unity of the Indonesian republic's police. They were with a companion who also dressed up like me. How graceful! Am I like them too? I hope so. I gave my life and death to Cece Hidayat about how I look today. Hopefully, I'm not like the ondel-ondel Gala said this morning.
The atmosphere of the event building looks crowded. Aiman said, this inauguration also held a fundraiser for flood victims yesterday. Now I just feel goosebumps until my feet tremble. Because here, I will be officially introduced as Aiman's second wife.
If we divorce later, he will have a third wife dong. Can ya?
“Pak Aiman! Congratulations again!” greet Mr. Herman we have met before at kindergarten school. Beside him was a beautiful woman who was of course buk Rita. I greet him as a form of pleasantries.
“Today is beautiful once buk Mela.”
“Ah...buk Rita can aja.” The way I laugh is like the thrush mothers. Very very guarded.
“What do you think of this event?”
Aiman seems to have blended in with his own circles. Luckily I have Rita's book with me. I don't look like a sheep alone here.
“Kayak attended the party. Fathers and mothers here even if they wear the same clothes, they are rich have their own charm.”
Buk Rita smiled at me. He nodded with a smile towards the other bhayangkari mothers.
“True. It's more or less like that. You must keep smiling even though the feet are sore because they continue to stand.”
I spontaneously chuckled at hearing it.
Here, relatives, children, and colleagues may attend. No wonder there are also those who bring their relatives to the event with different dresses and clothes. If you know this, mending I take Gala right? But that boy also wants to go to school. I don't want to go to an event like this he said.
“Aiman.”
A voice made me, buk Rita and Aiman turned in unison. A beautiful woman greeted Aiman and then they shook hands and kissed each other on the cheek. They talk so hard that they forget where I am here.
“When to return from Medan?” ask the woman who has legs and beautiful hair like the artist Raline Shah. His voice was soft and soft as well. But I'd goosebumps to hear that he's standing on a sapodilla buk tree in Jubaidah village.
“New. Oh yes, know. This is my wife, Mela.”
Aiman put his arm around my shoulder and I tried to smile as best I could. But mbak-mbak who happened to be Raline's name was just a glance at me after previously his eyes widened in disbelief that I was his wife.
“You're married again? Same her?”
Eits...nadanya why not believe so mbak? – mumamku in heart.
Aiman was just a whimper when asked like that. Buk Rita suddenly whispered to me after talking to his new partner.
“Raline has a huge crush on Aiman. He's his son General Agung.”
Wooops! His face was so bent, my mind. Wah...kaya sir this husband is indeed a prima donna in the police well?
“We're compatible, right?”
“Neg. Precisely very slammed,” answered cynically.
If only this wasn't at the official event, maybe his mouth was already bought using these shoes that I was wearing. The om sompret is also a badass. Instead of refuting, even giggling is satisfied to see me insulted.
“If gini anyway, still mending Susan –“
“Ya. That's your judgment. I appreciate. But that's what happened. Mela is my wife. He can't be compared to anyone, even you and the person you called him. Because the three of you are different and have different natures and attitudes. I chose Mela because it was just her, I felt comfortable,” Aiman said at length as he grabbed my hand and held it.
Raline had a tangled face and it made me very satisfied!
I looked up at Aiman's expression as he said that. And it turned out that he was indeed smiling while greeting the others again.
And oh yeah! After Raline left, Aiman still did not let my hand slip from her. I don't know for what reason. But because of this treatment, I'm not nervous to be here.
