Loved Bunian Wolves
20. What happened to Raka?

The sound of the cock crowing was earthy as Runi opened her eyes. Slightly jumped because he was waiting for Raka to come home with the installment of her stitching order, but he was surprised by the fact that his body was now lying in his bedroom bed - not in his sewing room.

In fact, Runi remembered very well he promised not to sleep before Raka came home. And while waiting, he can work overtime. Not bad, one night can be to complete one stitch.

Runi recalled, he was still awake when the wall clock showed one o'clock at night. At this time, he woke up at four in the morning. Well, Runi had been sleeping for three hours and he thought that was more than enough. Heaps of work await and he doesn't have much time to relax.

But, how could he sleep on his soft mattress?

"Do I sleep while walking?" thought Runi confused. But he immediately shook his head. He has no such habit. Although he was in a very sleepy state, he must have been aware when he would move from one place to another.

"Then did Mas Raka come home last night and move me into the room?" batin Runi was still with the same confusion.

For example, Raka came home, in the morning blind like this usually Raka still curled beside him, hugging his body.

But truth? Raka was not beside him!

Runi wriggled slowly. He sat his body on the bed and was surprised to see a figure of a young gray-haired creature curled up right beside him.

"Hey, Popo!" Rubi laughed looking at his little dog who was still closing his eyes. Nosily, he rubbed Popo's face slowly, intending to wake her up. But Popo was still sleepy. He just wiggled his tail twice to the right and to the left without even opening his eyes.

"Ishhh, that's so funny!" said Runi while squeezing the tender and soft stomach of Popo.

Runi let Popo continue to fall asleep. She got up from her seat, and began to walk in search of her husband. He was sure, Raka must have gone home at some time last night.

"Mas?!" Runi called while walking into every room in her tiny minimalist house.

"Mas Raka? Where are you?"

There is no lawfulness. Runi was getting worried and wondering. Didn't her husband come home last night? Why is it so early in the morning, when the sunlight is not at all visible and has not seen human activity at all out there?

***

Runi is cooking with the company of Popo who is now awake. But the lazy dog still held his body beside Runi, curled as if hugging his legs.

"Geli, Popo!" Runi laughed amusedly as Popo deliberately wagged his tail to pierce Runi's legs. Runi did not want to lose, he lowered his head for a moment to greet his little dog, then pretended to nag him.

"Popo, I'm cooking! Would you like to eat raw minced meat again rich yesterday afternoon?" Threaten Runi pretending fiercely.

Suddenly, Popo scrunched up his body. Her ears look down.

"Eat him, sit down and don't bother me again cook, yeah!" runi's orders. Popo nodded. He sat with his round eyes as if listening to the speech of Runi just now.

"Well, smart dog! Sit quietly, yes! I'm cooking some beef oxtail soup, won't I?"

Woof!

"Well, the intention is masakin for the husband, but the one who eats even a pet dog!" Inner Runi with a little disappointed save.

The sound of the front door handle opened. Time had already shown at half-seven again by then. Runi who was finishing his cooking results immediately turned off the stove. Incidentally, he had already finished cooking when Raka came home!

"Mas, where were you last night?" Tanya Runi was stale. He squinted his eyes when he saw what Raka was currently acquainted with. A casual t-shirt and trousers she had never seen before!

"To the office, overtime." Raka entered as soon as she took off her play slippers, then went inside the house.

"But whose shirt is this, my man? You never feel like you've been wearing this shirt?" Tanya Runi while tailing in which direction Raka stepped.

"Whose clothes are I wearing?" Raka answered tightly, and suddenly Runi felt so shocked. Raka had never behaved like this to him!

"When did you buy it?" investigate the inexhaustible Runi with Raka's confession.

"It's been a long time, Runi! Why is it that every time I buy something, I have to report it to you? I'm not a husband scared wife, Runi!"

"Whataa?!" Runi gawked so surprised. Raka never called him a name. Raka never snapped at him either. Then, what is this?

Then he wondered more. "You never carry these clothes and pants you wear at home, Mom! And one more thing, didn't it rain last night? Then, where's your wet shirt?"

"Haish, how noisy is that? I have loundry clothes! Don't take it!" Raka flicked her hands in front of Runi. He grabbed a towel and then without caring about the existence of Runi who was still right behind him, now he entered the bathroom.

***

"Breakfast, Mommy! I've cooked beef oxtail soup for you," Widuri bargained as she served a bowl of hot soup steaming onto the dinner table. Time has shown at seven in the morning. Looking at her, Raka was getting ready with her neat shirt. It's not a holiday, of course her husband will go to work soon.

Raka glanced at the results of his wife's cooking. He looked at his watch and said, "I have breakfast in the office."

Runi scrunched her face. He rebuked, "It's still seven in the morning, Mas! You can still have breakfast before you leave, right?"

"I don't eat anymore. Later, it's easy. You eat alone first," said Raka as she passed towards the shoe rack. Of course, he would soon wear his work boots.

"I cooked a chicken betutu last night, and now I'm cooking a special dead-end soup for you, Mas! At least, taste my cooking first!"

"Udah noon, Runi. I have a meeting early in the morning. Afraid late." Raka said as she opened the living room door and walked towards her motorbike which was parked outside. After pulling the motor gas for a while, Raka runs the motor. Then, Raka's body disappeared behind the bend.

Yes, Raka left without having the chance to smear it. Even after Runi remembered, Raka also did not glance at him at all!

Runi held onto her chest which was now starting to ache. Why in just one night did her husband turn this drastic? What the hell's been going on? But unfortunately, he could only be entrenched in real confusion.

"What's wrong with Mas Raka?"

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