Imperfect Wife
CHAPTER 43 HOME

Our plane landed safely at the provincial capital's airport, my husband and I got off with the other passengers and we are currently waiting in line at the luggage collection point.

Mas Heri continued to hold my hand, the grip of a hand that still felt cold like someone who was nervous.

"Why is it ?" I asked softly, but Heri just shook her head and said, "It's okay."

After getting the suitcase bag, we stepped out of the airport. A shadow came back to disturb my brain.

Awshh~ I grimaced softly holding back the pain when I saw our hands that were holding hands.

The picture of almost the same situation, where our hands are interlocked but, awsshh~

Instantly like I was stuck on a nail in my brain memory, I broke out in cold sweat when I saw the picture again.

Why am I looking at handcuffs ? And why did Mas Heri not look this good in that scene ? Is what appears part of the forgotten memory? Or just an illusion ?

"Why stop, let's take the bus to go home" said Mas Heri whose steps were slightly restrained because I stopped suddenly.

"Mas, have we ever been like this before ? I feel like I've been in a situation like this where I forcefully pulled my hand . Even our hands are handcuffed to each other. I can't remember for sure, I.. I.. am I hallucinating ? Did Heri ever do anything bad to me, mas ?"

Suddenly I asked a lot of questions that made Heri seem to harden his jaw.

"For sure it's just an illusion, baby, you never do anything rude to me. If the bad illusion re-emerges you must resist, the opponent so as not to change your feelings to the mas, understand right ? Love you so much, baby."

Mas Heri kissed my forehead, trying to calm the condition of my heart that looked doubtful.

"Well, like him, I can't be late to take medicine so that my memory fully recovers. Sorry for offending me."

I smiled apologetically and Heri nodded in forgiveness. Next we walked to a stop that would take us to the terminal.

When we arrived at the terminal, Heri was seen booking tickets and then we entered the bus, we waited for departure according to the airline schedule.

I sat leaning back while staring out the window, I felt like a stranger lost in a more unfamiliar environment.

In my little heart said, this is not how I should feel. This feeling, really makes my little heart uneasy.

I'm afraid to daydream for some reason, why until this moment I haven't got my memory completely~

Mas Heri seemed to be chatting with a terminal officer out there, they enjoyed smoking while waiting for the passenger seat to fill up.

A puff of cigarette smoke accompanied their conversation,

I don't like the smell of cigarettes, I refused when Heri asked me to wait outside. I'm more comfortable on the bus ,

Why do I feel calm when I'm away from Heri ? Is this feeling wrong too ?

Come on Kumala Dewi, you have to be nice like a wife. After all, he is your husband. You must devote your soul and body to fidelity until you want to separate.

I try to accept all the feelings that feel awkward, I have to choose to stay on the path of a wife's loyalty.

Huft~ my brain is at war with my mind.

I took a rough breath, along with an awkward feeling that had to be put away.

I chose to close my eyes, while waiting for Heri to get back on the bus.

I don't know how long our journey has been, I fell asleep for a long time it turns out, Heri patted my shoulder slowly and said if we had arrived.

"You must be tired, soon we arrive home , come on baby ~" said mas Heri woke me from sleep.

"Yes, I want to quickly fall on the bed. Tired of mas." I gathered consciousness and then followed Heri mas who walked in front of me while carrying our suitcase.

As soon as we got off the bus, we still had to take a rickshaw to get home.

"Our house is very remote yes mas, but the atmosphere is beautiful, cool. I love it." I smiled at Heri who was also smiling at me.

"Dear, this is our new home. Wedding gift from you."

I smiled with a shy smile, as Heri rubbed my cheeks slowly.

About fifteen minutes of rickshaw stops in front of a house, not a mansion like the one I saw in the city.

But a simple house, no better than the house around it.

"This is our house, mas ?" I asked a little astonished.

How difficult was the economic condition of our family ?until our house had to look so obsolete ?

Rooms made of wood, even the base of the house is still partially stuccoed. Really a village house.

I stepped into the house, a little bit sad about the conditions in the house that are far from the word habitable.

"I'm sorry, I just bought a house like this. Later we wake up to be better, mas will work harder dear~" said mas Heri who then walked to a room to put the suitcase.

"Iyas, hopefully we can have more windfall for the real house, mas." I said softly.

Miris once it turns out our condition is still far from decent. Huft~