I'm Not Your Enemy
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Micho rubbed her face rough. I hope to go home soon to hug my wife. Why should I sleep outside?

"Honey, where can I sleep without you. Try to understand, besides, where I deserve to wear pink pajamas," said Micho.

There is no word from Amara. Micho closed her eyes. He was too tired today, inevitably he had to sleep in the guest room. Micho walked towards the guest room and laid her tired body there.

Amara stared at the clock at 22:00. Until it was almost too late he could not close his eyes either. She wanted to sleep while hugging her husband. Amara lowered her legs, stood up and walked towards where Micho was.

Carefully, Amara opened the guest room door. Micho was sleeping comfortably. Amara rubbed Micho's face slowly and looked at the handsome face. I don't know, Amara felt a tightness in her chest. Missing her husband's embrace. Amara shed tears.

Micho felt a touch of a hand on her cheek, Micho placed her hand on her cheek as well. I held Amara's hand there. Micho pulled Amara until the beautiful woman who was surprised was now lying on her stomach. They looked at each other, Micho tilted her body slowly until they faced each other.

Actually, he also could not sleep, he closed his eyes when the door moved. How could he sleep without hugging Amara's body?.

"Why crying? Hem," Micho looked at Amara's beautiful face which was very cute though a little pale.

"I want to be in your arms" said Amara, wiping her tears. Micho smiled and stretched out her hand rubbing Amara's cheek.

"That's all?" ask Micho. Amara nodded slowly. Micho grabs Amara's tiny body, embracing her possessively. Amara seeks warmth in the chest of Micho's field. Being in Micho's arms makes him very comfortable.

"Is it still dizzy?" ask Micho worried.

"No, Mas. When you sleep, the dizziness disappears. But now I'm ...,"

Hukkkkkkk....

Before he could wake up perfectly, Amara finally spewed out her entrails in Micho's shirt. Micho closed her eyes looking at Amara sitting on the side of the bed with her mouth shut and ran to the bathtub.

Micho closed her eyes and shook her head. How could? Why did he have to be god-level emotion today because of his wife? By trying to hold back Micho's emotions, he picked up a shirt and changed it. He walked towards the toilet and massaged Amara's shoulders, which were now spewing out his bowels and looked pale.

The anger that was once whack changed with prolonged worry.

"Darling, are you okay?" ask Micho. Amara rubbed her mouth with water and looked at Micho who was now wearing pink pajamas that had not been used.

Amara who was in pain now smiled, there was a sense of happiness when she saw Micho wearing the clothes she chose.

"Don't laugh, what's funny? It's also forced because I can't take another shirt when my hands are dirty" Micho said.

"Sorry Mas, I didn't mean to dirty your clothes" Amara said softly.

"Hem, forget. It seems you are not feeling well, tomorrow I will take you to the doctor. Now we better get back to the room. I've made you some warm tea" Micho said. Micho lifts Amara's body. Amara puts her hand around Micho's neck.

Micho sits Amara on the couch and gives her a cup of tea.

"Tomorrow morning we call Doctor Hani, or will we now?" ask Amara.

"No ah, besides I was just nauseous about your perfume earlier. It's a change of clothes, right? No more perfume" said Amara. Micho scrunched her forehead. It was the perfume she had used. Does it smell so bad that it makes Amara vomit? Her thought.

"Yes new indeed, I was about to show off to you. Does it smell so bad?" ask Micho. Amara kneads her temples slowly and then sips a warm tea that Micho makes.

Amara closed her eyes and sailed the beautiful ocean of dreams. Sounding a subtle measure, Micho tightened her embrace. Micho stared at the pretty face of Amara kissing her affectionately.

"You are the special woman in my life. Never cry, always be happy." Micho said.

***

Micho glanced at the clock on the wall that showed at 5 a.m. In the lyrics of Amara who was still asleep, Micho took off her embrace until Amara wriggled.

"Morning" Micho said as Amara opened her eyes. Amara smiled, she had a friendly kiss on the top of her head.

"Morning is also Mas, pray first yuk! Take Amara.

Micho. Both of them cleaned themselves and performed worship together. Before long, they spend time on the couch staring at a live cooking show every week morning.

Currently, the menu that is cooked is Nasi goreng sepesial. Amara glanced at Micho who was also staring at her.

"What's wrong?" ask Micho. He smelled a bad taste at his wife's gaze.

"Mas, masakin fried rice like that dong. Is it liburkan today?" amara said with a smile.

"You are cooking, I am cooking" Micho said. Amara shook her head slowly.

"You who cook I temenin, it's the cef man mas. I want you to cook," whined Amara. Micho closed her eyes and in the end nodded slowly.

The two walked into the kitchen, preparing some supplies. Micho began to refine the seasoning and put it in the pan. The fragrant smell rattled until Micho poured soy sauce on the rice.

"Mas, why do you love soy sauce anyway? I don't like it" said Amara.

"Darling, it's just a little" Micho said, trying to persuade. Since when does Amara not like soy sauce? Usually he is most hobby of pouring soy sauce.

"I said I don't like it, you don't like it, you cook it again!" resounding. Amara seemed to be putting her hands in front of her chest with a look of her angry face.

Micho closed her eyes. His emotions are on the edge of the horn. Micho turned off the stove and hit the rough spatula causing a loud noise.

Amara was shocked and looked at Micho who was putting on a cold face. Micho walked towards Amara and stared intently at her.

"I've been patient with facing you since night, how else should I behave? Hem's? Don't be like a child who always asks to be understood but does not want to understand the feelings of others," Micho said firmly then put his feet out of the house.

Amara closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. He also doesn't know what's wrong with him. Amara chases Micho and pulls Micho's hand. They're facing each other. Today is a Sunday that usually creates beautiful moments. Why is there such a drama today?

"Mas, I'm sorry. I ..."

"I want to get some fresh air, if I want to eat a meal" Micho said, then took Amara's hand off her hand.

Amara wiped her tears, looking at Micho's back away from her sight. Sadness, tightness, gushing in his chest.

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