A Love Letter from My Wife
Enchanted
After taking the food that her assistant had prepared, Zaskia immediately moved towards her room. Always so, the presence of Satria makes Zaskia more lazy to accompany her father to dinner at the dinner table. He prefers to spend his dinner in the room while watching his favorite movie.
It was not without reason that Zaskia did so, but it was her indifferent and ignorant nature that made her behave in this way, towards men except her father.
A moment of guilt in his heart as it blatantly showed his dislike for Satria, but the feeling was immediately brushed aside by the girl.
During this time Satria was silent when insulted by his master's son. To him being insulted was commonplace, even becoming an everyday food. However, Satria was just a little surprised, why did the beautiful girl look to hate him. Satria never made a mistake.
“Zas, you're asleep, son?” asked the Lord from outside Zaskia's room which was closed by the door.
“Numbered, Pa!” zaskia replied after opening the door for her papa.
Zaskia wondered why her papa would come to her room at night. Usually if there is something important, Zaskia must be the one who was called to go to his papa.
“Why, Pa?” zaskia asked as she walked into her room and followed her papa from behind.
The Lord sat himself in a chair not far from Zaskia's bed.
The Lord looked at part by part of the white room. Some decorations further beautify the room that looks simple but elegant it. Zaskia does like the neutral thing rather than the flashy thing that most women like.
Most of Zaskia's female friends prefer things that are pink, purple, or other striking colors typical of women. However, that was not the case for a Zaskia.
“You why do not like the presence of Satria, Zas? Does he make you uncomfortable? Or is he bothering you?”
Finally the question came out of the Lord. He could not bear to ask about the attitude of Zaskia's jutek to Satria, because he did not want to make his son uncomfortable with the presence of someone, let alone a man.
“Zaskia gapapa, Pa. Papa knows how I am, males aja ladenin guy, later if dibelokin even mengelunjak, even to fall in love. Papa kayak do not know how the charm of this papa child,” said Zaskia with a joke.
“Here you are, papa seriously talk you even kidding. But seriously if you gam there is a special problem with Satria? He never bothered you, did he?” ask the Lord to make sure.
“No, Pa,” Zaskia replied honestly.
Because actually Satria never bothers him let alone do something that he does not like. He was surprised himself with his attitude that did not like Satria for no reason. Though based on the story of their domestic assistant, Satria is very friendly and also pious.
Don't get me wrong, Zaskia didn't ask Satria about the housekeeper. It's just that his domestic assistant who often told me that he was often helped by Satria and he often heard Satria singing the holy verse of the Qur’an.
“Kalo emang he never did wrong with you, do not be too behaved like that.
Even if you want to keep your distance from the opposite sex, that's not the way. Later afraid that he feels wrong himself because of your attitude that always does not like his presence,” rebuked Mr. God to his son.
“Iya, Pa. I do it,” replied Zaskia.
“Alright, indeed I should not have acted that way to him,” inner Zaskia.
“Yaudah, now it's a shame, rest again. Don't stay up. Papa also wants to rest first,” said Mr. Dewa.
The godfather came out of his daughter's room and Zaskia chose to clean herself into the bathroom. He had finished performing the obligation of prayer earlier, so he immediately slept to rest himself.
At around 02.00 WIB in the morning, Zaskia woke up from her sleep because she felt thirsty and hoarse in her throat. However, it turned out that the drinking water in his room was running out.
With a gontai move due to the sleepiness that attacked, Zaskia went down the stairs to the kitchen to get drinking water.
Sayup-sayup heard the voice of someone who was chanting the holy verse of the Qur’an in the back not far from the kitchen. With eyes that are difficult to work with, Zaskia tried to sharpen her hearing against the sound that Zaskia guessed came from a room near the kitchen.
After taking a drink to take to the room, Zaskia stepped her foot toward the source of the sound. Incidentally the room was not tightly closed, so Zaskia could have a gap to peek a little.
“Ah, it turns out Satria it is. Adem also saw him use the same peci holster,” said Zaskia in the heart who looks admiring the appearance of Satria using a sarong and peci.
Zaskia could guess that Satria had just performed a night worship. During Satria's stay at his house, Zaskia heard Satria's original voice. Usually only hear compliments and stories from the house assistant.
The deg!
Zaskia had not yet turned to her room, the sound of someone startling her.
“It's been satisfied staring at me, Miss?” asked Satria who stopped her activities because she felt someone was watching her. Sure enough, it turned out to be his master's son.
“Astaghfirullah. Why could he notice her so intensely. Kan he so big head,” Zaskia nagging on himself.
However, unfortunately it was only brave to say Zaskia inwardly. Where dare Zaskia, let alone the woman just caught off guard was watching Satria.
“Why silent?” ask Satria again. This time the man stood up and tidied up his prayer equipment. He walked closer towards Zaskia still wearing a sarong and a pecin.
“I accidentally heard your voice. I guess who, that's why I checked to the source of the sound,” Zaskia explained, although a little stammered from nervousness.
He was nervous because the distance was so close to Satria plus he had just been caught watching the man.
Zaskia who usually jutek and not infrequently reject men who like it made dead fleas by Satria.
Yes, indeed Zaskia often rejects men who express love for her, even intend to propose her.
However, Zaskia's attitude slowly made the man who admired her retreat, only a man named Ahmad who did not despair approached her, but still rejected by Zaskia.
“Then, forgive me, Miss. Since my voice is bothering you, I think everyone in this house is asleep,” Satria said.
“Ah yes, it's okay. Not at all disturbed. If so, I go back to the room first,” said Zaskia by carrying a drinking bottle that has been filled with water.
“Tumben once he is not jutek,” Inner Satria in heart