Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 16 ~
Then I asked Lala for permission to go home first. At first Lala did not allow me, but Mbak Za and mbak Kanes managed to persuade him, finally although with a heavy heart, Lala also gave me permission.
Bima also had time to tell me that he would come home after Maghrib. Whether there was any work, he did not tell me clearly, nor did I dare to ask further.
Because of that, my mind was suddenly confused, the shadow of Bima's meeting with Gesya and other women who I do not know his name suddenly flashed in my memory. However, as much as possible I dismissed my bad thoughts and tried to khusnudzon on Bima mas.
About the agreement, if it does not apply, why did Bima discuss it and say blatantly in front of me? Does he want to remind me that he will never accept me as his wife? Or is it a code so I can take the initiative back?
I breathed my breath as I continued to guess what it meant, until a few seconds switched, my memory stopped again at a time where I greatly admired mas bima and called it my first love.
In the past, Bima mas who I thought was cheerful, humorous, and helpful, but a little naughty, smoker and delirious, now grows into an adult man whose character is not the same as my memory in the past. In addition to the man in charge of his work and family, he also became a wise father to Lala.
Honestly, two years of living together, my admiration and love for Bima mas getting bigger, but when you see how cute she is to me, automatically make my confidence shrink.
Dissolved in daydreams, did not feel the mami car I was riding in front of the gate of the Bima mas house.
I exhaled a long breath while removing the seatbelt, then turned to the left side and grabbed the back of my hand.
"Don't you really stop by?" I made sure by asking after touching and peeping his hands.
"No Bi, papi is coming home soon, pity later if there is no mommy"
"Yes, my mom be careful!"
"Yes dear"
Before opening the car door, I stared at Mr. Herman, the papi driver who had worked long enough. "Be careful sir"
"Ready man!"
I went down, still standing outside the fence staring at the mami car that was going so far, until the car was invisible, then I hit the bell and soon Jim opened it for me.
"Well, Miss Arimbi?" it was a surprise that part of the gate was open.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Jim's mas"
"Wa'alaikumsalam, who's ma'am from?" Jim's eyes circulate.
"Papi's driver"
Once inside, netraku immediately caught Bima's car parked in the yard.
"Had Lala gone home, was she?"
"Not yet"
"Cock his car home?"
"So morning bring CBRnya ma'am, he said it was noon, afraid of being jammed so bring his big motorbike"
"Oh" I said and pursed my lips. "I'm going in first, Jim"
"Mango ma'am!"
The security guard at our house was young. He was only twenty-two years old, but had an athletic body. In addition, he is also polite and friendly, that's why Bima chose him.
When entering the house, the time has shown at four in the afternoon, I immediately collect dirty clothes for me to wash. After that, clean the house and lastly cook for dinner.
Before climbing the stairs leading to my room, I stared at Bima's room whose door was tightly closed.
Emboldened myself, I opened the unlocked door. The room is neat enough for the size of a busy man like Bima mas. I, who was never allowed to clean his room, never knew there was anything in it, for I went in just to pick up the dirty clothes, and put the clean clothes that I had ironed, one week is three or four times.
Slowly, I closed the door again.
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This mocca-colored dress was very transparent, even revealing my underwear very clearly.
"I must be crazy" I muttered softly with a straight look at the glass.
A second later, I removed the dress that was attached to my body.
"I don't want to wear it, it's embarrassing!"
Just about to raise my hand, suddenly it was like someone was preventing me from taking off this cloth.
Pointing out the intention, I put it back on.
I'd better try it, I promise you this is the first and last time I wear it. I don't want to tease him again at another time if Bima rejects me.
After the Maghrib prayer, I sent a message to the Bima mas.
"What time is it, ma?" (18:15 AM)
Didn't wait long, I got my reply.
Mas Bima: "Thirty more minutes until, this again in the middle of the road just finished praying in the mosque" (18:16 Wib)
Reading the message, my heart suddenly timid. This is the first time Bima gave an excuse when I asked her what time she was coming home. Usually he only replied 'Three hours' or 'an hour' or even not reply at all.
Breathing in, I threw it away slowly. As I normalized my expression, I descended the stairs in lingerie. I will wait for Bima while washing used cooking utensils that I have not had time to wash earlier.____
Thirty minutes passed...
"Astaghfurullah" choked me along with the frying pan that slipped out of my hand while washing it in the westafle.
The figure of Bima Mas suddenly stood behind me by locking my body.
I held my breath, trying to normalize my wild heartbeat.
"Aren't you aware, I've been sitting in the dining chair for the past five minutes?"
His voice was very close to my right ear.
"M-mas"
Still in the same position, Bima's two hands stretched out and opened the water faucet and helped me clean the soap foam that smeared my hand.
There was no sound except running water coming from the faucet line in the dishwasher.
After my hands were clean from the soap foam, one hand of Bima grabbed a small towel to dry my hands as well as her hands.
Slowly, he twisted my body so I could face him.
Since our level height was different by about ten to fifteen inches, I could only stare at his chest area which was still wrapped in daily service clothes.
On the forehead, I can feel the breath from the nasal cavity of Bima mas.
It's insanity...
I mean my crazy heartbeat.
Seriate..
This morning, two chapters...
Doain may I be caliph.. Entar afternoon can update again..
If not update means your prayers are not solemn 😀😀😀