Cah Ayu
2. The Novels
After his wife left for the office, Edgar put on his sports shoes and started running around the streets.
Their residence is in a quiet housing that has garden facilities, children's playground, tennis courts, and a special swimming pool residents.
Edgar stopped running when he got to the playground. Some children less than three years old seemed to be playing around in the sand pond. While others are busy gliding in the slide.
The kids look adorable.
"Hi, Edgar. Running in the morning?" greet one of the young mothers who accompanied her daughter to play on the swing.
Edgar nodded while commenting on the smile, "Yep!" saith.
After waving to his neighbor, Edgar resumed his track. The sweat wetting the shirt didn't slow the man down.
Edgar loved sports and exercise. He also led a healthy lifestyle, staying away from processed foods, alcohol and cigarettes.
The group of little children he saw on the playground were still dancing in his mind.
It's been two years of marriage, but momongan they never get.
Because he did not want to burden his wife, he did not even discuss the matter of children with Lieve. Both of their lives were very happy. The affairs of the child, he resignedly handed it to the will of God.
His eyes glanced at the smart watch in hand, already forty minutes he was running, it was time to return home.
The sun began to rise, hitting Edgar's athletic body and full of masculine muscles. His skin was originally pale white, increasingly dark, exotic brownish. The tall man pulled his wet hair back. Edgar's good looks were so strong. His figure is like a fictional character of the Greek gods.
Not infrequently, stay home-moms, neighbors, deliberately out of the house and pretend to sweep or water the plants in the hours of Edgar jogging. Their goal is none other than, to enjoy the beautiful scenery that refreshes the eye, namely Edgar.
Keep the figure of Edgar in the imagination. Deep in heart, how lucky Edgar's wife every day can freely taste every inch of the male body of the man. Moreover, the mysterious eyes like the Bermuda sea that makes Edgar attractive.
"Mas Edgar, abis morning run, huh? Diligent nemen¹ sport!" greet the front neighbor of the house when Edgar was opening the gate.
"Yes, dong, Miss Redi, must exercise for a healthy body. Isn't that right, Ed?" timpal was another neighbor who was next to Redi's mother's house.
Edgar replied to them with a smile. He gets used to the pleasantries of his neighbors every morning.
"When we run off with dong, Edgar!" next door neighbor Edgar's house.
Another neighbor was seen dabbling to hear the words of the woman next to Edgar's house that seemed to be without further ado.
"Sure. When Lieve's off, so we can jog three," said Edgar kindly.
The woman immediately throttled. His intention was to run away alone with the handsome Edgar. If his wife comes along, it would be like a goat.
"Let's go" Edgar's statement entered the courtyard.
The neighboring mothers threw kenes² smiles and answered in unison, "Iyaaa .. maaas ..."
Edgar walked into the kitchen, poured a glass of water from the dispenser and gulped impulsively. He was thirsty and half dead.
After that, he went to the bath-room to take a shower.
Their house is modern colonial.
Has a typical Dutch color scheme, white shades with a touch of dark accents. Like colonial houses in general, using wide glass-paneled windows. Dark colored wood framed.
Wooden furniture also dominates every room, creating a classic impression. Lights hanging from the ceiling of plasterboard that is not too high towering.
Edgar turned on the shower after undressing. Cold water refreshes the body. He rubbed the spice-scented soap on his body. Edgar's palm was able to feel the scar on his chest the scars of the surgery he had undergone first. A remnant of a piece of the past.
The man then dries himself with a towel after finishing the bath.
Edgar dressed neatly and turned on the laptop lying on the desk. He was busy typing on the keyboard. Continuing the unfinished novel.
Sometimes it stops. Think of the next word to put into a series of sentences. Edgar recalled, he had to change the names of the characters in the story according to his wife's message.
But he hasn't done that yet.
He is still comfortable using the names that already exist. Maybe later when the story is almost finished, Edgar will think of a new name.
Almost two hours Edgar was glued to work, it was time to meet with his editor.
"Goedermorgen," said Edgar, saying good morning.
A half-bald and teary-eyed man seemed to be smiling from behind the scenes.
"Jeah, Edgar. What time is it there?" his reply.
"Nearly one o'clock in the afternoon, Marteen," said Edgar.
Both men spoke foreign languages.
Edgar laughed, "Why are you suddenly paying attention to me, huh?" goda.
"I just don't want you to hold your hunger, our discussion will be long" Marteen said.
"Geen probleem³, I'm not hungry yet."
Marteen corrected the glasses, "I've read your rough script" he explained.
"Then?" ask Edgar.
"You have to dig more into the feeling of the point of view of Sofi's character. Describe how the woman feels and what's behind her."
Edgar nodded. Listen carefully.
"The story of their love is complicated. You have to come up with why Sofi fell in love with Vallena" Marteen continued.
"Okay, Marteen" replied Edgar.
For about an hour, Edgar and Marteen discussed. Occasionally Edgar writes notes in his notebook. It has to do with what he has to fix.
"When are you coming back here?" ask Marteen.
"Two months left. I will take my wife to visit my father" Edgar said.
"good. I'm waiting for you to come" Marteen said, "you can send your review through an email."
"Ja, Marteen," Edgar nodded.
Their conversation is finally over. Edgar closed the laptop screen and massaged the corner of his tired eyes with fingers.
There's still a lot to fix from the story.
His phone suddenly clinked, a message from Lieve.
Lieverd♡
What do?
Edgar smiled, he did not reply to the chat, but directly contacted the sender of the message.
"Hallo, Lieve, what's wrong?" greet Edgar.
"Your meeting's done?"
"It has. Have you eaten?" ask Edgar.
"Already" said his wife briefly, "ehm, because of you, even our clients call me 'Lieve'!" obviously - his tone is throbbing.
Edgar laughed crisply, "Good, isn't it? Many love you, Lieverd."
Wife clucking.
"Is there anything you want to talk about?" edgar Fishing.
"Actually ..."
"Why, Lieve? You sick?" Edgar started to panic.
"No. I'm not sick. It's just .. I haven't been in months for 2 weeks" the woman said.
"Y-so?"
"I've never been late before. Always on time, it's just that I don't dare to expect" Lieve said.
Asa was then tucked into the recesses of Edgar's heart.
...To be continue...
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¹ Diligent nemen :very diligent (in Javanese)
² kenes : flirty/centile
³ Geen probleem : no problem (in Dutch)
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