An Inner Lent to My Wife's Cousin
Jealous

Nana

[Please don't call me first, Bang. Today Bang Dana will be home.]

The message Nana sent a week ago perched on WhatsApp's last conversation. Yes, last Sunday Dana had returned to the village while bringing souvenirs for her family after working in Kalimantan, as usual.

To be honest, I was eager to contact Nana and explain our status all along. But what power, if Nana asks me not to contact her first. I complied and could only wait until Nana started calling me.

I once urged him to meet with me next to the field near the school. There is a safe place to meet because there is a dark and quiet place that is rarely passed by people at night. However, Nana always refused firmly my invitation and said she would not see me first after her husband went to work again to Kalimantan.

To be honest, there was a feeling of disbelief after Nana said that. So all this time Nana thought of me as just her solace husband when lonely? Nana only needs me when she only needs my attention and touch? Does he not think about my feelings? I honestly feel contemptuous by assuming he is like that.

However, isn't this what Nana wants from me and my decision? Our goal in marriage is just to avoid adultery with me giving her an inner living? Yes, even though our marriage remains unlawful.

But why am I getting carried away with this feeling? Why would I not like it if Nana thinks I'm just her concubine when she needs to be? Do I have feelings for Nana? Did I have a second puberty? Ah, thinking about it makes the head turn dizzy. Not to mention after I found out the status of my marriage and Nana from Muhlis.

Yes, after hearing the explanation from Muhlis that day, I am now a lot of mind. Sometimes at work, I always daydream until reprimanded by my friends. So difficult I take steps until every day always think about what path I should take after knowing it. Should it stop? Or continue to continue?

"Sir, Mom said you were told to go find the iftar menu," said my son, Citra as he approached me on the front porch.

"Where's mom?"

"At Mother Leha's house, again make a cake."

I just nodded and went back inside to pick up the shirt I had taken off and put it on. I took the money in my wallet and went back to Citra.

"Do you want to open the menu?" take me to him.

"No, Sir. Citra wants to go take a bath at Sasa's house. In the bathroom there is no water," he replied and went inside to get a towel and a change of clothes.

It has become a habit if here it is difficult to get clean water. In fact, we have to make water reserves in some jerry cans for preparation when there is no water later. Because here only nods water from the mountains or rain. Looks like I have to get some more water in the neighbor's house where the water is running and refill the bathtub to the brim.

On foot, I went to look for the iftar menu in the area near the house only. Maybe near the mosque that is quite crowded people selling iftar menu there.

When I ordered the menu open and waited in the wicker chair, suddenly Dana and Nana came here on a motorcycle. Seeing the two of them wearing neat clothes and also wearing helmets, it seemed like they were abis from going far away and out of nowhere.

"Eh, Bang Herman. How's it going, Bang?" said Dana then got off the bike and came to me. Dana's age is only five years apart from me. That's why he respected me as a brother and called me Brother.

"Alhamdulillah, I am well, Dan. How'd you? Fasting's good, right?" askaku.

"Thank God be healthy, Bang. Fasting is also good," he replied.

"Where did Abbis come from, Dan?" my many.

"Abis from the city, look for the same cupboard for the children later on the second floor," he replied.

"Would you get all?" much

"Already, but just look for a large cupboard made in the main room. Nothing on the market was suitable. The price is high if it has entered the month of Ramadan. Especially Lebaran," he explained.

"Yes that's it anyway. Ordinary costs on increasing if already willing to enter the Eid."

Dana nodded. "Wait a minute, Bang. Want to order the menu open first inside," continued Dana and then entered the seller in her house.

I had a chance to glance at Nana who also happened to be glancing at me. I blinked my eyes at him to make him wrinkle amused and throw his face away. Dih, so cute is she not going to say hello to her second husband?

Dana came and sat down next to me. "When did you get here, Dan?" I asked for pleasantries when I knew when he was coming.

"From last week," Dana replied.

"Oh, just keep finishing the new job again?"

Dana nodded. "As usual."

It is customary if Dana comes home during Ramadan and leaves after Eid. Dana only comes home once a year. However, if there is an urgent situation here, he will ask his boss for permission to leave again to go home.

"This, Sir. Your order," said the merchant, handing over two plastic bags to me and Dana.

I handed over my order money followed by Dana. "Thank you" we told the seller.

After that we came out of the store and approached Nana. "So all building materials have been purchased?" I asked them but my view often steals towards Nana.

"Yes, everything's been ordered. It is likely that tomorrow the goods will arrive at home," Dana replied while giving her order of iftar menu to Nana. I saw in front of the motorcycle seat there were several plastic bags full inside. However, I didn't ask that because I didn't think it mattered.

"We go first, Bang," said Dana while turning on the engine.

"Yes," I replied then turned towards Nana. He just looked at me with a faint smile. She is so arrogant not to mention her husband!

Nana wrapped her hands around Dana's waist before their motor drove off leaving me alone. I clenched my grip on the plastic bag I was holding while staring at their motorbike.

Damnit damnit! It seems Nana deliberately made me jealous by showing off her affection with her legal husband. Watch out later if her husband has gone to Kalimantan. I'll make him regret ignoring me with my bed game. I'll make Nana tepar with my might later. Just look!