An Overdose of Love
N2= My Missing Wife >> Forced to go home
The heart has been beating very fast which is no longer due to the pump. The bitter taste in the heart was gone for a while, and now replaced with sweetness, due to Mas Adit with his mesra had been holding me.
Screaming Mas Adit's face was already smiling sweetly, because it had won to take me with him even with compulsion to hold.
"You should sit quietly here!" his orders were to put my body in his red sports car.
Can only be silent without being able to say anything more, for the treatment of Mas Adit who is now also sitting in the car seat.
"You just disappeared on purpose, out of my sight, didn't you?" the question.
"Some!" tired due to feeling coarse.
"So, that's the answer!" His astonished look. A sour face does not want to respond excessively.
"You don't try to avoid me again Ana, understand!" berpalkap.
"Emmm," I replied by throwing a cynical and wry smile.
Not expecting if the face of Mas Adit now began to approach my face with a gaze full of charm, which is likely reading this facial mimic that has now been seen starting to groggy reddened.
"What did I really ask you? Did you deliberately wake up to avoid me?" he said with a smile.
Mouth feels locked can not answer the question, when how groggy self is when the face of Mas Adit does not leave any more distance on my face.
"A .. nu ... Mas, that's .. anu," My mouth that sighed could not answer.
"Anu what?" The stare is sharp.
"Well, why is this guy asking so close to the face. Does not feel and hear that my heart pause jedug run fast because of his actions," murmured heart that is wrong behavior.
Perfume is fragrant so out inindra penyiaman. The black eyeball moves more and more want in reading facial mimic that turns into heat.
Now Adit's right hand is nearing my shoulder, and so frightened I suddenly close the eye firmly, for fear that he will do something indecent to me.
"Duh .. duh, this guy wants to do it again. Astagfitullah .. astagfirullah, protect me O Allah, may the husband not mess around anymore," My fear.
It feels like the body has begun to sweat cold heat, even though the car cooling ac has been turned on.
Ceklek, the sound of seat belts.
"Why is it with your eyes, how closed is it?" Mas Adit's voice was full of questions.
I opened my left eye slowly, and nothing happened as I thought.
"Oh my goodness, Ana. Your filthy, perverted mind, asking to be kissed again by your husband, but he's just helping you put your seatbelt on, "my heart speaks to itself.
Can be seen the face of Mas Adit was already smiling sweetly, due to seeing my silly behavior just now.
"A dirty and weird thought must have been!" he said by ruffling my hair that was straight black.
"Hhehe, not really. Just throw it weird!" ngelesnya.
Without feeling the sports car that we ride has gone to the big road. Feelings of the road that has been passed, will take me to a place that became a bitter memory.
"Mas, where are you taking me? Now take me home!" my door.
"We're going home" he replied casually.
"Why do I have to go again, anyway. I don't want to go there anymore."
"Just shut up and massage, ok."
"Not so, either. Mas Adit has to drop me off right now, if you don't want to drive home, you're gonna jump out of this car, okay!" my angry men are upset.
"Do it if you can!" The answer is Mas Adit.
"Hiiiiihhhh," The indignation of the heart, eagerly wanting it.
My face had been bent and my lips were already stretched forward because I did not like what Mas Adit had done now, which was like the person who was kidnapping me.
"We'll be back at the apartment soon" she said with a small smile.
It would be hateful to go back to that house again, for fear of remembering all the suffering and wounds of the heart. He just kept quiet at my request to go back to the boarding house, I think I have to resign to Mas Adit now, who still want to take me to his apartment.
"Mas Adit must divorce me now, AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!" emotions talking.
It feels like the goiter's heart is angry and upset, because of the actions of him who began arbitrarily without asking me first.
Sheeeeet, the sound of the car brakes stopped suddenly, which of course had been tucked away on the side of the road.
"What did you just say? A divorce? Don't be crazy. Remember Ana, I will never divorce you forever, you know!" pekik Mas Adit by adjusting the breath slowly due to holding back anger.
"But, Mas. This taste has been gone for the past six years. It feels like it's all gone, and this heart is now filled with hatred and pain towards you," I said emotions also let out uneg-uneg.
"I don't care about that. Anyway, I'm not gonna divorce you forever, period!" The voice of Mas Adit who remained steadfast with his stance.
"Hheeh. Always attach great importance to your own ego" My angry tone with arms crossed in the chest.
"Anyways we should stick together."
"Sunny. If you want what, obviously I don't want."
"Ok 'lah. Eghem .. heemm," Deheman Mas Adit, who was accompanied by a smile sign of victory in our quarrel.
I could only remain silent, who saw the view from outside the windshield. It felt really upset to argue again. Forever I will still lose the debate with the Adit community, as my legal husband even though we have been separated for six years.
The eyes feel like I'm getting sleepy, want to be immediately closed in the car. Because today the amount of work I do, the body has begun to feel tired and sore, plus the number of events that drain energy and the mind, the body has begun to feel tired and sore, by the behavior of Mas Adit who has spent six years away from my love for him. This self is increasingly unable to bear to close the eyes immediately. Minutes passed, without feeling I was asleep in the car.
So good sleep this, without feeling the car has stopped in a building towering multi-storey, namely an upscale luxury apartment.
Tired of energy and mind, making the eyes still closed, reluctant to open it. I can feel vaguely, the body already feels floating in the air, maybe Adit began to hold me in closed eyes that are getting sleepy.
Ceklek .. toutok.
"Aaa .. aww," my voice was stroking my head, which was already painful and dizzy.
"Mas Adit? Aww...aaw," The hand still caresses the head, which turns out to be the door shock.
Earlier during sleep, Mas Adit may constantly look at my face, without seeing the state of the road while driving me to the room. The main purpose might be to lay my body in a mattress. Because the small door may forget to tilt the body, so that the long body does not fit to be carried inside.
"eeh, sorry .. sorry. It wasn't intentional."
His hand stroked when he saw my pain. Hutpun has become ruffled.
"I'm sorry, Ana! You're not pa-pa, are you?" ask regrets.
"Hm. What does it mean, Mom! How do you insist on bringing me here!" Curious questions, while looking around here and there staring at the house I had left.
"No meaning whatsoever! Just want to restore the house that was once abandoned by its residents," replied the husband.
I don't care anymore Mas Adit explained, my eyes just kept going around looking at the house, which used to be a monk witness over our household.
Still with the same color and paint, the items are still equally neatly lined in place, but the difference is now that the walls have been filled with our wedding photos, which are no exception family photos as well.
"Beauty, hhhhhh!"
It feels like the heart of the train feels how happy when the reception, because many beautiful smiles are thrown from the family and friends.
I saw one by one the photos, which did not forget to also rub the photos that became silent witnesses of love due to an arranged marriage.
"You drink this!" an offer of tea is still billowing smoke, a sign of still hot and freshly brewed by Mas Adit.
"Hmm, thank you."
"Sit down."
"Thank you, but take me home now, Mom! You must be waiting for me," worry.
"You don't have to go home today, because this house belongs to you too! I sent you a message that you cannot go home today! And I used your phone to reply," Mas Adit explained.
Step towards the sofa that already has a bag lying there. It turned out to be true, I saw the device that was still stored in it, when it was listed there were three missed calls, and a message was sent to the father, who stated that I could not go home.
"Aah .. it's useless to argue with Mas Adit now, because the person is stubborn. If you say you can't, you still can't. It is better to spend the night here. It was mid-night, after all," my heart complained about his attitude.