Love In Sketches
Beautiful Dream

Arya stared inside her wife who looked down her face.

"So my arm itches, Mas. So I scratch and it turns red like this." Rubby answered without looking into her husband's eyes.

"You don't lie." Arya's words made Rubby raise his face. Why did her husband know she was lying?

"Ti.. No, it's not." His reply was interrupted while brushing aside Arya's hand that was still holding her arm.

"Honest answer, Rubby." Arya's voice turned flat as well as her gaze. It was confusing in Rubby's eyes.

"It... It's because... Earlier this morning...." Rubby did not continue.

"So morning?" Aryan's Birthday. Rubby bit his lower lip.

"So morning I grabbed my arm..." Rubby replied so quietly, she finally chose honestly rather than her husband introgating her continuously.

Arya's face is changing, he then remembered this morning he had emotions in his wife because of the sketch picture. Unexpectedly, it turns out he himself has hurt his wife.

Arya rubbed her face, sighing heavily.

"I'm sorry I hurt you accidentally. I didn't realize I grabbed your arm..." He said with a guilty face.

"It's okay, Mommy." Rubby answered with a smile on his face.

"Is it still sick?" Ask Arya back. Rubby shook his head slowly.

"No, Mom...." The answer. Indeed, his arm is no longer painful, but unfortunately the former is still left behind.

"Sit down..." Arya forces Rubby to sit back, while she gets up from there and picks up something in the medicine box located in the desk drawer.

"Mas is not necessary..." Rubby tried to resist.

"Be quiet, Rubby." Tukas Aryans.

Gently Arya applied the ointment on Rubby's arm. Rubby remained silent as she looked at her husband. This was the first time Arya had paid more attention to him.

"Mas Firaz's... If Mas Firaz had this attention on me every day..." Rubby in my heart.

"It." Arya again closed the ointment as soon as it was finished. The views of the two met, and they looked at each other. Arya saw a sad look in Rubby's eyes. Was his wife sad because she had hurt him?

Sure oes. So stupid of him. There is a wife who is not sad if her husband has hurt her.

"I'm sorry again once again." Said slowly. The man really felt guilty.

"It's okay, Mommy." Rubby smiled and then woke up.

"I slept first." Continue while stepping into bed. Lying her body on the side of the bed and dressing her whole body with a blanket. Arya just watched him from afar.

Rubby's tears dripped.

"What to get your attention, you have to hurt me first? After that you just felt guilty, finally apologized to me and I got your attention? If it has to be like that, you can keep hurting me... At least after that, you're paying attention to me..."

Rubby clasped tightly to the end of his blanket, holding tightness in his chest. His relationship with Arya has improved. But like a wife, she wants more attention from a husband. And all this time Arya just 'just right' to pay attention to him. Moreover, there was still some distance between the two of them.

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Arya looked at the plain face that was being closed. It looks so calm and peaceful. It was already midnight, but he was still awake.

"You like a man until you draw a picture of his face?"

"There may not be a man who doesn't like you, Rubby. You are beautiful, you are also an independent woman. And Mama's sure, if actually out there there are a lot of men who like you. Yet they are afraid or ashamed to approach you."

Those words seemed to keep ringing in Arya's mind.

Arya continued to stare inside that face, until unconsciously her hand gently stroked Rubby's face and her lips landed on Rubby's forehead. But a moment later Arya woke up.

"What am I doing?" He was shocked, surprised by his own actions. Fortunately, there was no reaction from Rubby who was so asleep in his sleep.

"Why did I kiss her?" Arya touched her own lips. He had never kissed any woman before, and only Rubby was the first woman he kissed. That was when he finished doing ijab qobul.

*****

Her morning.

A feeling of happiness is enveloping Rubby's heart, last night the girl had a beautiful dream. Her husband was caressing her face and also kissing her forehead. A dream that felt so real to Rubby.

It's just a dream, but Rubby's happy enough. The smile was not off his face. Unlike Arya, the man looked lethargic.

"Mas why? Mas sick?" Rubby asked, who saw her husband was not excited, his face looked pale.Arya could not sleep overnight because his mind was branching out everywhere.

"I'm doing fine. Is your arm still hurting?" Arya asked back.

"It doesn't hurt at all, Mom."

Arya just smiled hearing that.

"Is it really okay?" Once again Rubby asked, her eyes kept watching her husband's face.

"Yes, Rubby. Let's have breakfast." Take him while moving from his seat.

They enjoyed breakfast together. Sometimes Arya holds her head that feels throbbing. Lack of sleep really makes his head hurt.

"What's wrong with you, Arya?" Ask Mama Dewi who had noticed her son.

"It's okay, Ma." Answer Arya.

"You sick? If it hurts don't work first." Mama Dewi.

"Arya's fine, Ma." Sahut Arya while continuing to eat even though in fact he is not appetizing.

Mama Dewi glanced at her daughter-in-law, as if asking through her gaze. Rubby shrugged his shoulders and shook his head slowly in response.

Meanwhile at the Bakti's father's residence.

Andika was watching her appearance in front of the mirror. The young man looked very good in his work uniform. Intan stepped closer and hugged her husband's body from behind. Inhaling deeply the scent of the body that had become opium to him. Andika returned her embrace, tightening her circular hand on her waist. He was happy if his wife was spoiled like this.

"Andika, do you know..." Intan asked right in her ear.

"Know what?" Andika asked back.

"Sister Rubby and and Brother Arya..."

"Why our brothers?"

Intan took a deep breath, then replied.

"They haven't done the first night."

Andika turned her head towards him, gently stroking his wife's hair.

"You know where it's coming from?" Ask Andika. Intan's face turned sad.

"Today I asked Brother Rubby, and..."

"Intan, maybe it's not that easy for them to get close to each other." Andika interrupted first. Intan let go of his embrace. Andika cupped his wife's tiny face.

"Intan, I know how my brother is. Arya's sister is not easy to get close to women. But if he's in love, he'll be very loyal. Arya's sister is also not a female destroyer type. He won't touch women before they fall in love and they have a legitimate relationship." Unmistakably.