
"This...the scent of massage oil?"
I nodded then took out the massage oil from my pajama pocket.
"His body's sick? Hm? Come on, let me massage." Reza immediately sat down in front of me and put my foot on his lap, and, he directly massaged my leg.
Geez. This is far beyond my expectations. He spoke very softly, even offering to massage me.
"You don't mind?"
His forehead shriveled. "Why are you asking like that? You should even say, tell me, ask me to massage you."
"I'm scared, Mom."
"Fearful? Why?"
"I'm afraid to trouble you, afraid you'll object, or you will but you'll be forced."
Again his forehead shriveled. "What kind of thought is that? Why do you have such thoughts?"
I'm shaking.
"News, what are you thinking? What's taking your mind now?"
I shook my head again. My mouth feels heavy, even if it's just gaping, it's very difficult.
"Remember, no, you once promised that you would be the one who was always open to me. Remember, right?"
Open-ended. That word got me thinking of switching the conversation. "I'm open, really. It's even very open. Even I'm a lot of polos in front of you, aren't I?"
"Yeee is joking."
Euwww. he pinched my cheek.
"Seriously, tell me." Even though his mouth was twitching to introgasiku, his hands were still painstakingly massaging.
I'm throats. "It has something to do with my past, Mas. Actually I once asked Mother how my father's attitude used to be when Mother was pregnant. Yes Mother never lied or covered up anything I wanted to know, maybe Mother did not want if I had a snack like before, so Mother always answered as is."
Momentary silence. "Then?" ask Reza impatiently.
Reza mendesa*'s*. "Therefore you think that I would act like that too?"
I put my shoulders down. "Not so, my mom. I. I feel like you wouldn't be like that. But I'm still scared."
"You mean anticipation? Didn't he? Rather than happening like Mother experienced, so you think you better hold it yourself? Huh yeah?"
I'm nodding.
"Dear, listen." Reza took my hand and looked at me, then he said, "I'm not your father. I'm not like the other guys out there who just want to be good. I am not a man who only wants to be prepared and served all my needs. It's not a man who only asks to be served when I need the warmth of your body and ask your child - but does not want to share all the burdens you bear. I'm not that kind of man."
Reza had a long chat, and I loved listening to him speak words that hummed me to my heart. I deliberately kept silent, listening word for word to come out - not just from his mouth, but from his heart.
"Darling, I'm not just a sweet guy when we're dating. I won't change, it's the same Reza. Do you remember when we were in Cianjur, when I massaged you after you vomited? At that time I sincerely did it for you, not to take advantage of circumstances to touch your body. Not at all. And now, this-this remains the same Reza. Mas-nya Nara who is willing to share her grief with Nara. It's not that I married you and you're already my wife - then I became indifferent to your health. It's not like that, honey."
Hicks! I'm crying. Not all men can speak their hearts as well as he does.
"Listen," he said again, cupping my face. "Don't be like this anymore. You have to say whatever you want, whatever you need, I will fulfill and obey everything. And you should also say whatever you feel, including all the burdens you keep. Don't cover anything from me. Okay well? Promise, Honey?"
I nodded as much as I could. If there had never been a riot about Salsya, how perfect my little family would have been. How perfect my husband is. "I promise. I'm sorry, huh?"
"You're not entirely guilty, you're just not open to me, that's all. The rest is my fault, I'm not sensitive enough and inattentive. I should have asked or even taken the initiative myself, right? Sorry, huh?"
If only I could, my. I also want to be honest that I followed you this morning. "I'm sorry for my childish attitude, am I?"
"Don't talk like that. I totally understand, honey. This is it. emm.arguably it has consequences for me because I already know how your character from the beginning. So I have to understand you completely. I don't blame him. The most important thing in the future is that you should always be open to me. Okay?"
I nodded again. Sure, but later.
"good. Where else is sick?"
"Everyone" I said - a little embarrassed.
"Yes, already. Then we go to the room so that you can sleep."
Without me asking Reza to hold me and drop me to bed very carefully. Then he told me to put my face down and put a roll on my side so that my stomach would not be depressed.
Oh my God, I hope this is entirely as I believe. There is no pretense let alone coercion. Aami....