A Cup of Black Coffee
Chapter 8

Hulya's smile this morning was very bright, maybe her spirit was very passionate, I was eager to ask what her plan was.

Don't let her make Azam and Sarah's wedding plans fall apart.

"Why are you Dek?" tanyaku.

He gasped and then looked nervous, "didn't Mas, oh could Mas take some time at lunch? Mas Azam usually met at that hour," he explained.

Gosh, I think Hulya is an educated woman, but why does she now look stupid.

He spoke as if there was no particular purpose for meeting Azam. He knows best about the meeting.

I chose to enjoy my breakfast. I closed my heart and prepared myself later.

Maybe I should take Hulya for a walk after this,

"After you have expressed your feelings, what do you expect the deck to be?" I break the silence.

I really can't stem the curiosity, at least I want him to rethink before doing something stupid.

"Don't let you ruin their plans. You can only express your feelings, but don't expect more" I said.

"It's not my fault that their plans finally broke down. As Mas said, I was just saying it," he replied confidently.

Oh my God, my wife's thoughts are so small. I spoke like that hoping he would reflect on his decision. At least her fellow women should have empathy for Sarah.

I thought that if the purpose of him was to express his feelings, he didn't care about anyone else. Even if Azam's plan is broken, he won't care.

I closed my eyes and held a tightness in my heart. The harshness of his head makes me sick.

I haven't finished the food on the plate. I really tried so hard not to hit Hulya's head at this time was so upset.

But again his words stopped my steps.

"If you don't want to get upset, I hope you don't need to interfere in my business a lot" he said.

I can't believe he even dared to blatantly condemn me. I turned around, he was still casually enjoying his meal.

I put both my hands on the table right in front of him. He didn't care to continue eating.

Cuneiform! This crazy wife of mine.

"Try to explain what you expect Hulya!" sharp say.

"We better be clear right now and don't have to be convoluted!" my continue.

He placed the spoon on the plate and drank water before finally getting up.

"I don't think I need to pretend anymore. I'm sure you're angry, disappointed and hurt with me. It doesn't matter, I understand. One thing you should know, about my feelings is my right, so we should just be casual, you don't have to show me your authority!" hisses.

Whahuh? He thinks I'm authoritarian? Did he forget his basic religious lessons? I'm her husband, the head of the family, how could she think that I was authoritarian?

"I think marrying a Hulya who knows all about religion, turns out she's as poor as me!" my lips.

He clenched both his hands. His teeth were struggling with anger.

After that he smiled cynically. If I look at Hulya's face right now, my memory goes back to the horror movies I used to watch with Saeba.

He was like a complete stranger. Like a genie possession or something.

He changed completely overnight, I even had the creeps to face him.

"No need to bring my religious knowledge! You—" point it at my face.

"It can't be anything without my family's support, so it's best to be quiet!" then passed away leaving me.

My body sank a little after hearing her sneer at me.

I feel like I have no self-respect. What he thought I had been relying on his rich family all along.

"Don't forget it's noon!" he said at the door before leaving the house.

Goddamnit! Now he has the courage to show his true character to me. I was too stupid to know that behind the angel's face was a demon.

Nah! I refuse to equate Hulya with the devil. Conscience refused.

Maybe now he's just trying to express his disappointment. It's impossible to change your attitude overnight.

He might harbor anger and hatred for me because of this matchmaking.

Yeah, maybe it's like that.

I left home feeling sad. The street spirit made me forget a little bit about the fight with Hulya earlier.

For three months, we had a fight.

.

.

It was the afternoon before, once during our marriage, that this was the first time Hulya had ever messaged me.

Especially if it is not a reminder of our plans.

I was tired of his spirit. Does he not have a heart? At least thinking about how I feel.

He knows, knows, but chooses not to care.

I just answered 'yes' as usual.

"What's wrong? You look upset?" sergeant Hendi when I just put the phone in my pocket.

"We're gonna do your crazy idea!" my ketus.

Hendi gasped, before long he laughed out loud, even the corner of his eyes to let out water.

I am so happy that he laughed at me.

"Seriously?" the question is still holding his cramped stomach probably because he is too happy to laugh.

"So I look like I'm kidding?!" flat answer.

He tried seriously this time, "tell me. I really didn't mean it that way. Then why did you finally do it?"

Flowing my story again, from the moment Hulya received the invitation to her drastically changed attitude this morning.

"CRAZY! Was he so hateful to your match, that he changed so? I thought Hulya would accept you, even if your marriage was due to parents, but she was tormented" she guessed.

"You don't get discouraged, he might get mad at you. But I think it's natural, because because because of your marriage, she can't have her heart mooring" she explained.

"Is he sure that if he doesn't marry me he will be with Azam? What else is he so arrogant he says that I sustain life in his family! Where do thoughts try? All this time I've been making money from our own efforts!" my ketus.

"I cannot say much either, for I hear only from one side. Sorry Gil, my advice only applies to you because I only know from your story," he said.

"Then now you really want your wife to express her feelings?"

I can only nod. Hendi patted my shoulder cheering.

I don't know what surprises will be waiting for me. How will Azam respond when I see me letting a wife express love to another man.

Maybe he'll think I'm a loser.

I came to the place as Hulya said in her message. I saw my wife's fancy car parked not far from my place.

Entering the cafe, I was greeted by a waiter who offered me a bench. But I said I was looking for someone.

My gaze was fixed on the two different-sex humans who were talking with a smile.

A smile that was very painful to me, because Hulya never had such a beautiful smile on me.

I approached their table. Azam who sat behind me then got up and shook my hand.

"I was shocked when Bu Hulya said Mas Ragil wanted to see me," he said as soon as I sat down next to Hulya.

The air suddenly felt hot, the chatter they had just done felt stiff after my presence.

Before long the waiter came to bring me a drink, it seemed to have been ordered by Hulya.

Azam's words made me stunned for a moment and then I replied with a smile.

"Our tastes are the same, Azam. Mocalatte," obviously.

Not my taste! Hulya wished I were you! My meaning in my heart.

"Please make me orange juice" I asked the waiter.

The waiter just nodded and left our table. Hulya looked at me fiercely, but I didn't care.

Now I know that everything he gave me was everything Azam liked.

It was quiet for a moment after I ordered the drink. It seems Azam knows something is wrong with the current situation.

"I'm sorry to say yes Mr. Azam, it's not me who has the need to meet you, but my wife," I explained without further ado.

I'm really sick of it, hoping it'll all be over soon.