CHASING A DREAM HUSBAND
Feel Guilty

At about four in the afternoon the car driven by Yoga entered the gate of the house with a wide and very beautiful page guarded by security guards in front of the entrance.

" Come, down!" Yoga opened her seat belt, after they arrived in front of a large whitewashed house in classic European style.

" This is your house?" asked Natasha who gasped at the magnificent three-story house in front of her.

" No, I'm spending here" chirps Yoga makes Natasha tick.

" Mang, punten parkirkeun mobilna! (Mang, please park the car!)" yoga commands the man who approaches her.

" Muhammad, Den." (Good, Den) said the man bowed respectfully and immediately took the key that Yoga gave him.

Natasha's eyes swept over every corner of the large building before her. Instantly his heart shrunk, attacked by a great rage. Anxiety over the attitude of her mother Yoga when talking on the phone this morning that seemed less friendly for her existence suddenly came back to the point. Especially after knowing the fact that Yoga was not from a simple ordinary family, when viewed from the house in front of him and the attitude of the man who was told Yoga to park his car, without the need for affirmation of the mouth of Yoga, Natasha can guess that Yoga seems to be the son of a respected person here.

" Come on in! Why are you just there?" tanya Yoga to his flustered wife did not follow her steps.

Natasha's eyes now rest on the figure of her husband who is pulling his suitcase. " It's just the handle of the suitcase that is grasped, my hand is not. Don't know if I'm nervous anymore," muttered Natasha as she finally followed Yoga's steps.

" Say what?" tanya Yoga who briefly heard the muttering of his wife.

" Nothing."

" Don't lie!"

" I didn't say anything. Yoga!"

" Hmmm, just ask to be held just don't want to say." Yoga then grasped Natasha's hand until their fingers intertwined. " I'm sorry if I forgot to hold your hand, because I will rarely hold your hand like this, except when struggling to share the passion in ...."

Plakkkp..

A punch landed on Yoga's arm. " Can't you, don't always discuss perverted things?!" Natasha grumbling.

" I'm sorry, Mommy .. sorry .." ledek Yoga then immediately gave a kiss on his wife's cheek.

" Iissh ..." Natasha instantly distanced her body from Yoga.

" Eh, Den Yoga .." greet a woman as the door opens

" Assalamu'alaikum, Bi Enjum .." Yoga greeted with a big smile.

" Waalaikumsalam, Dane. Kumaha kabarna's? Tambih casep wae, Den. (Kalas, Den. How's things? Add handsome only, Den ) "sahut Bi Enjum then the direction of his view changed towards the figure of Natasha who stood beside Yoga with hands interlocked with Yoga hands.

" Saha ieu tea, Den? mii geulis pisan? (Who is this, Den? Very beautiful)" asked Bi Enjum who looked amazed at Natasha. Natasha simply smiled back at Bi Enjum

" Samkur, Bi. Ieu bojo's. (Did you know, Bi. It's my wife )" said Yoga, introducing Natasha to one of her parents' domestic assistants.

" Bojo? (Wife)" Bi Enjum was aghast with his mouth agape, then extended his hand towards Natasha. " What's his name, Neng?"

" Natasha, Bi, just call Tata ..." Natasha welcomed Bi Enjum's hand.

" Iraha Den Yoga Marriage? Naha Aunt teu tea bright, Den? (When did Den Yoga get married? Why don't you know?)."

" Sakitar two weeks ago, Bi. (About two weeks ago, Bi)," replied Yoga.

" Oh Kita .( Oh, I see)" said Bi Enjum

" Papih and mamih aya, Bi? (Same wean exists, Bi)"

" Kadieu ku Aunty nu nyandakeun suitcase na, Den. (Here's Auntie with the suitcase)." Then take the suitcase that Yoga is holding.

" Nohun, Bi. (Thank you, Bi)"

" Abdi lebet his heula, Bi. (I go in first yeah, Bi)"

" Moe, Den.(Okay, Den)" Bi Enjum let his employer's son in.

Natasha is again attacked by anger when she starts entering the inner building of the Yoga house.

" a ..." Natasha held back her steps, why did her legs feel heavy to step on.

" Not to be afraid, there's me." Yoga tightened her grip and led Natasha to the living room, where her parents are currently.

" Ashalamu'alaikum, Pih. Mih .." yoga said hello to a middle-aged couple who were having a light conversation.

" Waalaikumsalam .." said Yoga parents together.

Yoga approached them, kissing their hands and hugging their parents in turn. " Kumaha papih, damang? (What's the wean, healthy?)"

" Thank God, damang. (Alhamdulillah, healthy)" replied Papih Prasetya, Papa Yoga.

While Natasha stared at the harmonious interaction of Yoga and the two Yoga parents, she immediately remembered her own parents, the figure of Mama Nabilla and Papa Farhan who always warmly welcomed her when she returned to Bandung. Suddenly the longing for her papa came back, Natasha lowered her face feeling the void she was currently feeling.

" You don't want to introduce the woman you brought to us, Prayoga?!" The words of Papa Yoga sound calm but feel firm.

" Oh, sorry, Pih ..." Yoga turned towards Natasha who was still glued with her head down. " Ta, meet me Papih and Mamih."

Natasha took a deep breath before she finally stepped closer towards the two Yoga elders.

" Assalamu'alaikum Om, Auntie, meet me Natasha.." Natasha reached out to grab the back of Papa and Mama Yoga's hand and kissed her. There is a different welcome from both Yoga parents towards him. If Papa Yoga looks calmer when receiving a helping hand Natasha, while Mama Yoga looks cooler, even the sound of a rough snort of breath that signified dislike was clearly heard in Natasha's ears as she greeted her Mama-in-law, let alone when her tails cursively looked at the middle-aged woman's sinister face while looking at her.

" You owe the explanation to Papih and Mamih, Prayoga," continued Papa Yoga again as he sat back on the sofa.

" Yes, Pih ..." Yoga also sat in the side chair where Papa Yoga sat next to Natasha.

" So what caused you to decide to marry secretly without our knowledge? Don't you think of us as your parents, Prayoga?!"

Deg

The words of Papa Yoga make Natasha as if hit by a large chunk of stone, however she is the one who accidentally attracted Yoga in this matter. Yoga is not guilty, Natasha is guilty. If at that time he did not ask Yoga to pretend to be his girlfriend, if at that time he did not ask Yoga to accompany him to meet his papa, he said, and if at that time he was able to refuse his father's request to marry Yoga, maybe at this time he was not faced with a difficult situation like this. Yoga was blamed by her parents. The words of Papa Yoga seem to affirm, as if Yoga is a disobedient child who does not consider their existence as parents because they do not know the marriage of his son who has not even turned two weeks old, and that made Natasha feel so guilty...

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Author POV: Maafkeun late Up, still bothered at work RL,🙏 Moga still patiently waiting for the journey of love story YogaNatasha yes, mak-emak😁

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