A Cup of Black Coffee
Chapter 3

In the past, Hulya's room I took for granted. But now, out of curiosity I roamed the whole room looking for a clue as to who Azam was.

I know it's rude, but how else, my heart rages about the man who owns all my wife's hearts.

Mind-set, after knowing who he is, then what will I do next?

I'm gamang, at least I should know first the man, just stepped up to plan another.

Hulya's big cupboard became my main goal. As I recall there was a small drawer inside.

After I opened there was nothing there, just some textbooks that he deliberately left behind.

I switched to my wife's desk. Many drawers there, one by one I opened and saw various books neatly arranged in it.

But there was no clue whatsoever, my head that had been forced to work hard had finally given up.

Dizzy with this stifling curiosity.

I chose to look at the window. The view in front of Hulya's room was a garden. The shape of the Hulya room window also doubles as a door with a large glass.

I slid the door to the park. I heard the women in the kitchen.

The garden is also near the kitchen at the end, curious I approached them.

Their conversation was not a joke but like a serious chat, even I had heard the name Azam mentioned.

"Dragon your behavior Hulya! No matter how Ragil is your husband, don't let him get hurt" he said.

Why is Umi warning Hulya, do they all know how my wife feels?

"I also want to be able to love Ragil Mi mas, really, but can not," said Hulya lirih.

My heart suddenly froze, it hurt so much, even though there was no love yet but it turned out that knowing the reality of the wife we married never loved us was so tight.

My legs are still fixed, stupid, why can't I move, oh come on don't stay still like an idiot here Gil, my inner self.

"How can you love your husband if you still meet him!" umi sentak.

The rumbling sound seemed to deafen my ears. Is it true what I heard? If my wife still meets him?

Is it true that the man mentioned by my wife's fellow teachers at school is the same person?

"What are you, Gil?" reprimanding my brother-in-law made my body that was stiff suddenly able to move.

"Ah no Mas, miss seeing these fish," I lie.

Before long the two netraku sat with Hulya who was in the kitchen. His face pias, maybe he's afraid if I hear their talk.

He hurriedly approached, I saw his hands twisting each other, nervousness clearly visible from his behavior.

"Have you been here long?" tanyanya gently.

I admit Hulya is good at managing her face. For a second, he was calm.

"Ah just now Mas," my elak while staring at mas Zhafran.

Mas Zhafran frowned, but then nodded in agreement with me.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to implicate you in my lies.

Finally I chose to talk back to Zhafran mas, while Hulya returned to the kitchen.

When it was dinner time, we all ate in silence. Silence, only the sound of spoons and plates clashing against each other.

After eating, we must have asked Abi to talk in the family room.

My mother-in-law's house was very large, very different from my parents' house.

Sometimes there is a sense of inferiority in my family is different with my in-laws.

"Where are you Gil? Smoothly?" abi said.

"Alhamdulillah Bi" I replied.

What else would you say if not a thank you sentence, right?

Honestly during the three months of marriage, I've only touched my wife a few times, not even ten fingers.

It was not that Hulya refused, but our relationship was indeed bland, like there was an invisible wall blocking it.

Now I know the cause, which is coercion.

Imagining Hulya tormented while giving me my due, made me restless.

Or maybe he was imagining Azam while I was smelling him?

I quickly removed that chest-stifling thought. But hearing for himself he said that he could not love me made me realize, why he never spoiled with me, because he was afraid if later we ended up with ‘love’.

Hulya herself is often exhausted with her work as a teacher. As a husband, I can't be strict with him to manage his work time.

Now that I know the reason, maybe that's how Hulya avoids me from her obligations.

Hulya just looked down, there was no look of spirit like a newlywed in general with a honeymoon plan.

"It seems that it must be delayed Bi, won't the students face the midterms?" subterfuge, defend him.

Sure enough, Hulya's face looks cheerful, now I can read all the look on her face.

After that, he returned to putting on a sad face.

"I'm sorry Bi, Hulya will really be busy, pity if other teachers who replace Hulya's duties," he said in a sad tone.

Gosh, Hulya is very good at acting, I just found out the other side of her. With a soft voice but sparkling eyes, she really deserves to be crowned as an actress.

Abi seemed to sigh, "you should just focus on your family, after all Ragil is able to meet your needs," said Abi suddenly.

"That's what dong Bi is! Abi knew Hulya's goal was to become a teacher, Mas Ragil also had no objections!" reject Hulya with a passionate tone.

Only then did I see Hulya make her protests this loud, especially to her own parents.

"HULY!" mas Zhafran.

"Ma-maf Bi, not the intention of Hulya against abi. Hulya beg only this is Hulya's request," Hulya whined as she sobbed.

I could only watch the drama my wife was playing.

It may be true Azam is the same person described by Hulya's friend.

Seen from his murkana he when abi indirectly asked him to stop.

"Abi resigned if your husband is sincere. After all you are the responsibility," sergeant Abi then looked at me.

Not only abi even Hulya looked at me with a very pleading highlight.

I sighed, wanting to refuse, but what was the reason? If he doesn't love me at this moment, he might hate me.

You're so weak Gil! My curse to myself.

"For now, I let Hulya teach Bi, maybe later if she is pregnant I will think about it again," I finally replied.

As expected, Hulya's face was happy again.

Because it was getting late, I decided to take Hulya to bed. Because tomorrow we have to go back.

There was no rejection, we were lying on the same bed but with different feelings. If my chest used to be beating fast to see the beautiful face of Hulya near me, but now it changes its curiosity about what she is hiding from me.

"What's up? What ..." I saw panic from the look in his eyes. Maybe he thought I'd ask for my rights.

Once again my heart was torn apart, for now I realized there was fear in him while serving his duty to me.

I smiled wryly, resisting the turmoil of heart ya want to touch it, just just caressing me paled.

"No, you go to sleep" I asked, closing my eyes.

God what am I supposed to do? Fighting alone feels heavy.