Love In Sketches
I Just Want You to Believe

Rubby was sitting leaning against the bed with a small book in his hand. He began to scrawl a piece of paper in the book.

Clamps, the door to the room is open. Arya just entered her room. I don't know where her husband came from, after dinner just disappeared.

"Where are you from?" Rubby asked, stopping Arya's steps towards the bathroom.

"Lear garden." Arya answered briefly, then continued her steps to the bathroom.

The bathroom door opened soon. Arya came out with a slightly wet face and hair. Rubby swallows her saliva, her husband looks very seductive if it's like that. Suddenly Rubby remembered something.

"I've slept with your husband. We even did it a few times. I also had a chance to conceive Aryan's child. But unfortunately I did not know that I was pregnant, until I finally miscarried. Arya was very angry at that." Mega said that afternoon.

Rubby had to make sure. Is her husband really who Mega said he was?

"Mas I want to talk." Rubby. He closed the book and kept it on the nightstand.

"What's wrong?" Arya sat on the side of the bed.

"Is Mas Firaz angry with me because..."

"That's not important." Arya interrupted first.

"I already know, Bara does like you." Further.

"Mas knows?" Rubby.

"Yes, Bara herself told me that she likes you. But I didn't know he was planning to propose to you." The answer.

Arya was about to lay her body down but Rubby prevented her.

"Mas, I'm not done talking yet."

"Moreover Rubby? I'm tired, I want to sleep." Aryan.

"Then how is Mas' relationship with Bara? Are you still friends?" Ask Rubby.

"I don't want your long-established friendship to be ruined because of me." Rubby's Chick. However, Rubby knew, Arya and Bara had been friends from college and to have a joint business.

"I don't know, Rubby. I'm how Bara was. I wouldn't force him if he didn't want to be friends with me anymore." Reply Arya pasrah.

Arya was about to lay her body down again, but again Rubby prevented her.

"Mas, there's one more thing I want to ask." Rubby said, he pulled Arya's arm that was about to lie down.

"What's up, Rubby?" Arya asked, actually she was already sleepy. But Rubby still asked him to talk.

"There's something I want to ask you."

"What?"

"So noon Mega came to the cake shop." Rubby. Arya turned and looked at him.

"Then he said..." Suddenly Rubby's speech stopped, he hesitated to say it himself.

"What did you say?" Arya asked, her gaze looking probing. Mega must have said something to his wife.

"Mega says... You guys..." Rubby's words hang back.

"What did Mega tell you?" Urged Arya, he felt anxious at his wife who had just spoken a piece of the word. Rubby looked at Arya for a moment.

"Mega said you've slept together." Rubby replied softly, Arya stared flatly at him. The sleepiness disappeared instantly. Sure enough, Mega had said something strange to his wife.

"Then what else did Mega say?" Ask.

"Is Mas Firaz angry?" His inner.

"Do you believe what Mega says?" Arya asked flat as her gaze.

"I... I just want to make sure." Answer Rubby.

"Do you believe what Mega says?" Arya repeated her question. Rubby bit his lower lip, it looks like he's been mispronouncing.

"Mas, i..."

"You trust Mega more than I do?"

Rubby shook his head quickly at her husband's question.

"It's not so, Mom. I just want to make sure, after all, you've been dating and loving each other for a long time..." Rubby rebutted, he swallowed his saliva bitterly. Moreover, seeing the change in expression from Arya.

"That means you don't believe me." Aryan Timpal.

"Don't I ever tell you that I never messed with Mega even though we were dating for a long time?" Arya continued, looking disappointed in her eyes. In fact, his wife believes the words of others more than himself.

"Yes..."

"Originally you know, Rubby. I've never touched Mega more than a handrail. I never hugged or even kissed her. You, you're the only woman I touch more, that's because you're my wife. My mom always told me not to ruin women. And I always remember that." Arya confirmed, even with her eyes. Guilty look on Rubby's face. She should not have believed Mega's words and doubted her husband.

"Mas, I'm sorry..."

"It's Rubby, don't talk about Mega anymore. I'm sleepy. I want to sleep." Arya laid her body down, turning her back to Rubby.

Today feels so tiring and annoying for Arya. Early in the morning had met Mega in the parking lot, and again there were many jobs in the coffee shop and Arya also went to her restaurant because one of her employees reported there was a problem there. Then he was late to pick up Rubby. Once at the cake shop, he instead had to be a witness to his wife's own proposal event. In addition, it turns out that Mega even defamed him, and tried to influence his wife. Most painfully, Rubby had believed Mega's speech.

Rubby looked at Arya's back who was behind her. Clear lightning appeared in her eyes. Without thinking long Rubby wrapped his hand on Arya's body and leaned his head on her back.

Arya's eyes opened again feeling something wet behind her. Slowly Arya releases Rubby's hand which is holding her, Arya turns her body to face Rubby.

"Rubby..." Arya raised her chin, looking at Rubby's wet face.

"Why crying?" Ask. Rubby shook his head quickly and hugged Arya again. Drowned his face in the man's chest. Arya could only let out a long sigh, her hands gently caressing his wife's hair.

"Can't you trust me, Rubby?" Say it while peeping the top of Rubby's head.

"Sorry..." Rubby's great-grandson is drowning in her husband's arms.

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Azan dawn was a few minutes ago. The couple had just finished their morning prayers. Rubby tidied up his prayer gear, then sat down on the side of the bed. His face still looks sad.

"Rubby..." Arya sat beside him.

"Yes, Mum." The two views meet each other.

"Listen to me, at the beginning of the marriage I wasn't honest with you about me being in touch with Mega. But now my relationship with Mega is completely over. If Mega comes again and says something no-no about me, please don't believe it. He just wants to ruin our relationship." Arya reminded. Rubby nodded slowly.

"Yes, Mum." The answer.

"Sorry about last night." Reciprocity.