YOUNG WIFE

27

There was another explosion sound after I left the location. The explosion made the people there more alert and frightened. 

 

I'm also getting more nervous about it. Anxious to think about how Aiman's fate.

 

“Pak sir! Stop sir! I want to get down!”

 

“Don't neng. The danger! That must be an attack *****,” he said kindly.

 

But usually it is.******** always exists because the source has not been destroyed. 

 

“Iya sir I know. But I'm worried sir the cop was!”

 

“Let's go, let's do their job.”

 

Why am I the one who is hurt to hear it? Are police not human? 

 

“They are our duty. Otherwise, they don't work!” said the taxi driver again who seemed to have a grudge against the police. Cynic nada. And he feels like he doesn't feel guilty for talking about someone's profession.

 

“Stop sir! I paid up here!”

 

Seeing me who insisted on asking to go down, finally the driver stopped his car. I handed over my last fifty thousand money to him while opening the door rudely. Before coming out, I turned to her again who was still watching me.

 

“My husband is a hard worker! He's not who you think he is!” ketus.

 

Just this time it was raging in front of the old man while referring to Aiman as my husband. Aih..maybe this runs out I have to gargle the seven forms of water so as not to habit. 

 

After all, why was I hurt well when Aiman's work was underestimated like that? All work is noble. Why do people always assume because it's his job, let him do it. If not, then that person has no job.

 

Like stupid people said to a street sweeper or janitor.

 

Because he's in charge of cleaning up trash on the street and in public places, so we're not doing our job to clean up our own trash, are we? Letting waste be thrown away carelessly because there are already people working to do that. 

 

That's childish, right? Cleanliness belongs to all of us. Public place has a public then cleanliness must be maintained by the public not only the janitor.

 

Creating peace and comfort is also not the duty of the police, but we the general public also play a role not to do immoral acts or commotion in the community. Mutual harmony between each other is our duty as a general public, not just police or soldiers. Avoid riots. Stay away from fencing acts like begal or biker gangs, it is a form of public awareness to create peace. 

 

Ah...why did I become political like this? I think I've been thinking too much about all this. 

 

Brimob motorcades began arriving at the site. It turns out that besides me, there are also many people who are wayward still approaching the location of the shooting occurred. Sterilization of the scene was immediately carried out once the fully dressed police arrived. We, who were stubborn, were told to stay about fifty meters away from the scene. 

 

I entered the crowd to look for Aiman's whereabouts. But unfortunately, from this distance, I can't recognize anyone's face. I jostled to get closer to the police line. Until I got a hint that there was Aiman in a group of valiant fathers who were wearing bulletproof vests for protection. 

 

My question has remained the same since. Why are only body parts protected? Do criminals not attack the head? 

 

Ah I don't know. I'll ask Aiman if he manages to complete this dangerous task. 

 

They were gathered behind a huge riot-proof car that had a tank-like muzzle. After discussion they will begin to operate close to the attacker. A shootout happened again. His voice can be heard all the way here. Somehow the gripping atmosphere can be done calmly by police personnel. Though life can be lost anytime.

 

Some exclaimed to say someone fell down. I don't know who was the victim, I can only hope it wasn't Aiman. Again, someone is a victim. He said the police officers who don't wear full vests are like brimobes. Hearing that I spontaneously shouted calling Aiman's name. Until I didn't realize that I was crying over him for fear of anything happening to him. 

 

The police ambulance arrived. The gunfight stopped after it was discovered that the attackers had been shot dead. There were three who died because of the explosion they did in the coffee shop, while the others because of the shootout that occurred quite fierce earlier.

 

After the conditions are conducive enough, I just dare to approach. Passed the police line that was made. A fool like me is a bitch. But how else, I want to know if the wounded are Aiman?

 

“Pak! Sir! Who did you shoot, sir?”

 

“Mbak who? Please stay away mbak. Tkp is not for the general public,” said brimob sir who wore a black mouth cover.

 

“I want to find my husband sir. He was here for –“

 

“Mela? How are you still here?”

 

That's Aiman's voice. Yes.that's her voice.

 

Jeez..Why am I being like this? As soon as Aiman's path approached towards me, I immediately scattered myself into his arms. Like the little boy her father cuddled with, maybe that's how I look to others because of this difference in our height.

 

“Kok you're still here? Didn't you just take a taxi?”

 

Goddamnit! Instead of asking why I cry, he is even talking about it. But no matter what, he is not cool and insensitive!

 

“I only have a goban handle, where to go home!”

 

Aiman looks like he's thinking hard, “Goban how much?”

 

“Fifty bamboo! Hm byebelin!” amucku. 

 

Without a second thought I beat his chest while crying. Aiman laughed and watched me beat him. Before long, Aiman hugged me by putting his head on my shoulder so that I could embrace him freely.

 

 

“Emang I can't cry you?”

 

“Kan spit.”

 

“I'm worried tau!”

 

Aiman smiled broadly at me, “Thank you, but now it is safe,” he said as he rubbed my head.

 

Crazy one! I think it's getting pangling to see Aiman. From that kiss, my heart has been beating abnormally every time I face him. Even though he's a bitch, I don't hate him like I used to. Now even think he keeps kayaking now. 

 

I hate to admit this, but it seems I'm starting to get fascinated with my own husband.

 

“It's really safe?” I asked while wiping my tears.

 

“Iya. Stay berberes. But I still need to go to the office for a report.”

 

“So?” many confused.

 

“So well today overtime. You can't come with.”

 

Disappointed spectators. I wish I could stay here with him for a long time. 

 

“Ya has already. But promise to go home immediately when it's done,” I asked Aiman. 

 

By the way, my words already resemble a real wife, right? I don't know!

 

“Iya. Directly home kok.”

“Pak Aiman! Called brigjen sir!” said his friend who knows what his name is.

 

 

Aiman took out his wallet and gave me some money. Turns out he was taking me seriously who didn't have the money. I really am like his son because he was given an allowance in front of other police who are still going back and forth to take care of this place.

 

“This time is really home yah.”

 

“OK,” I replied sluggishly. I don't know why I'm so. Anyway I'm really sad to part like this.

 

Yes Mel.at home will see you again.

 

Once again lamenting fate, Aiman suddenly raised my chin so I could look at him. I immediately gasped as Aiman did this to me.

 

“Kok frowning?”

 

“Not really. Who's frowning?”

 

“Yes you,” the accusation.

 

I shook my head and looked at him cheerfully, “No. Yeah it's there. I want to go home.”

 

Aiman frowned then rubbed my head again. 

 

“Be careful,” the message.

 

Aiman had walked away from me. But then he came back to whisper to me. Suddenly my face turned red because of her words. 

 

Usually I would get angry every time he said something unimportant or profanity, but this time I instead let him say it until my response to him was even stiff like this. Spontaneously I ran out of the location to hurry home. 

 

After a few hours passed, I thought I wouldn't mind Aiman's words this afternoon. But it turns out I was wrong. I kept thinking about it until I waited for him to come home. 

 

At ten o'clock in the night, the house bell rang. I greeted him at the front door. Aiman went home with wet hair. It might have rained when it came down from the car. When we saw each other that's where I remembered the whisper of this one om-om demon.

 

“Until home, I can continue that in the car earlier?”

 

I gulped when Aiman came into the house. My heart grew more heartless when I remembered that. I'm trying to switch it so as not to mess up the mood.

 

“Where in the office was it?”

 

“Gala has slept?” Aiman ignored my question.

 

I nodded briefly to respond to him. After seeing my response, without a babibu Aiman pushed me back until I was squeezed between him and the wall. Got his attack like in the movies or Korean dramas that I used to watch, immediately my head was dizzy, my legs were tremored and withered like a person who was hit by his clique.

 

Aiman did not forget his words. And even more crazy, technically, I'm the one who started the approach. Licking my lips makes me feel like I'm floating on a cloud. 

 

Bapak.ibuk.maforgive Mela. I think your son is getting addicted to being kissed by her.