Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 1 ~
"Mas" I called out to him along with a knock on the door from my hand. "Is there dirty clothes?"
"There" replied Bima without seeing me.
"May I come in to get it?"
"Hm"
The only answer I heard was a straight look at the computer.
I immediately stepped foot into his room. I saw in the dirty clothes basket there were only about two home clothes stels.
Mas Bima was at home, because he had just returned from his service yesterday the day after tomorrow.
Because it's Sunday, we don't work together.
There is no activity that we do on holidays like this, mas Bima just sit at the desk in his room, even up to a full day.
The man would go out just to eat and play with his daughter, sometimes also taking Syahla to the room to play there.
As for me, never bother him any further because there was no courage for me to approach him first.
Especially when my memory fell on the first time Bima brought me here, immediately my courage shrieked to just ask about him.
'Don't because we're married, then my room you think of as your room, no! Because we, will sleep apart'
Said Mas Bima at that time.
'Above there are three rooms, one room belongs to Thalia, you can choose one of the other two rooms for you to occupy '
I don't know on what basis she accepted this match. A second later, another remark reverberated in my memory.
'Do not interfere in my personal affairs, nor with me who will not interfere in your affairs. One more thing, don't ever open my closet, just put clean clothes on the bed, I'll put it myself in the closet'
His words at that time were enough to make me stunned, but I tried to understand his condition.
It might take some time to open my heart and give that trust to me.
I understand because it is not easy to forget the woman he loved so much but even betrayed before his eyes. It takes time to really get rid of the shadow of his ex-wife's affair.
However, until two years passed, Bima never saw me in the middle between himself and Shahla.
To the point that I thought, is that as bad as I am in his eyes? or mas Bima does not want to marry again because it is too afraid if returned in betrayal, while on the other hand, there is a Shahla that must be prioritized and need a mother figure, and the, that's why she received an arranged marriage from Arifin's late grandfather
Ah ... Whatever it is, I really do not understand, two years is not a moment to wait, and a long time to move on, should be Bima can already forget Mbak Hana.
But reality??
Sometimes I want to give up, but what about Syahla? the girl really thought I was the mother who gave birth to her.
Never mind, even though I love her father so much, but that's not why I'm still staying in this house. Only Shahla is the only reason I have.
***
After all the clothes were revealed in the embrace, I came out without saying anything.
While walking through the living room, I glanced at Lala who was still cool playing with her puzzle. Again my heart warmed to see my little daughter, and subconsciously my lips extended a smile.
Inserting dirty clothes into the washing machine, I pressed the power button and then star after previously sprinkling detergent and closing the tube door on the machine.
While waiting for the laundry to finish, I swept and mopped the floor.
I deliberately rejected ART in our house, because if I feel hurt by Bima's attitude, I can vent my frustration at homework. Occasionally Bima also took part in sweeping and mopping the floor if he was not working.
Slowly, I began wiping the mop on the floor by occasionally responding to Lala's questions.
Almost a quarter of the floor that I had mop, I saw Bima mas out of the room and then stepped into the kitchen.
I'm sure Bima will make tea and will return to his room.
Suddenly.
"Thalia, go to dad's room"
Speech that slid from the mouth of Bima mas along with me who was squeezing a mop.
My attenuation instantly scanned Lala's nodding body. It looks like Bima brought mint tea that I have brewed in a small teapot and put it on the dining table.
"Mother, Lala to father's room"
"Beresin used to be the puzzle"
"Yes" Deftly Lala immediately cleaned up her toys.
After a minute, my tail again glanced at Lala who now knew already in the hand of the father walking towards the room.
Taking a slow breath, I resumed work until it did not feel like the entire floor was finished.
Stepping into the laundry, I squeezed out a mop for me to sunbathe.
"Astaghfirullah" I touched the chest using both hands.
My body was jolted because suddenly Bima was already standing before me when I turned around.
"Why?"
"No" I answered as briefly as the question.
"Wash machine is on?"
"Already" I really did not dare to look at the lightning in his eyes, a pair of netraku fell on the bed linen that bima mas carry "Why the bed sheet, mas?"
"Dirty"
"Give it to me, let me soak it"
The man handed the bed sheet to my hand. While my heart was completely fucked up in there while receiving it.
Strange indeed, two years of living together, the heartbeat is still too late like this every time talking and dealing with Bima mas.
After the bed sheet switched to my hand, I turned around then placed it in the bucket and soaked it.
I was surprised at the bed sheet I just changed an hour before Bima mas came home from his service yesterday.
But when I checked, it was dirty because of the spilling of tea that Bima had taken. Maybe Lala spilled it or, I don't know.
Just when I finished cleaning the entire room and drying the clothes that had been washed, the time showed ten o'clock and five minutes, he said, I opened the refrigerator intending to bring out the vegetables and side dishes that I would cook for lunch.
Just taking out the kale, I heard Lala's cry while running.
"Mother!"
I also looked directly at him. "Don't run, son"
Seeing Lala walk carefully, my lip reflexes were thin. Not only that, I saw my little daughter was also neat with clothes and hair tied into two parts. It must be her father who has dressed her.
"Say you don't cook"
"Not cooking?" My two eyebrows are in astonishment.
"Yes"
"What will you eat if you don't cook?"
"Dad said, mom's done getting settled, we're going to opa's house"
"Opa's house?" I closed the refrigerator door without reinserting the ingredients I had removed. "When?"
"Now, bun" Standing lowered my head, I looked back at Lala who was looking up at me.
"So the father of the opa phone, kept oma asking us to have lunch there"
"You're ready now" Bima suddenly interrupted my conversation with Lala. Compact, we looked towards him. "We had lunch and dinner there" he added, stepping towards us and then continuing his steps towards the drying place. The aroma of soap and shampoo immediately came out when Bima mas walked past us while carrying a towel that he would sunbathe.
"Lala want to go with mom get ready?" my question after Bima mas lost from my sight.
"You" Lala stretched out her hand, code for me to carry her.
"So soon, mother enter the vegetables first"
No less than a minute, all the groceries I had put back in the refrigerator, I also deftly carry Lala's tiny body. Occasionally kiss the cheek up to the neck that makes him laugh.
"Geli bun"
"But mother is angry with Lala"
"Kayak father means, I'm also anxious Lala"
"Oh yeah?"
"Eugh"
"That means Lala is adorable, so you don't want to stop kissing Lala"
Lala was increasingly chuckling with curiosity, to know, I was on the second floor exactly in my room.
I sat him on the bed.
"Lala wait here, Mommy wants to take a shower"
"Lala wants to play with your phone, okay?"
"Can"
"Lala wants to see a pony"
Hearing her request, I immediately grabbed the phone on the nightstand, then opened the Youtube app and searched for what Lala asked for.
"It's his pony" I said as I thrust the phone into his hand. "Don't go anywhere, Lala's in bed, you take a bath"
"Don't be so long, Bun"
"No, kid, just a second" I said stepping into the bathroom.
****
Finished getting ready, I checked once again my appearance through the reflection of the mirror.
Today was our schedule for dinner at the home of Bima's parents. Unless mas Bima is not at home, then Lala and I did not visit, sometimes even papi and mami who come and stay here accompany me while the Bima service outside the city.
But I was a little surprised because usually Bima invites me after lunch.
"Come on, kid, we're down"
"The mother is beautiful, wearing red duck" Lala said after I was in front of her sitting on the bed. Her praise that sounded so sincere made me blush immediately.
His son who praised me only I was clumsy. What if the compliment comes out of his father's mouth?
"Lala is also beautiful, her hair is tied up like this" We both smiled. The next second I scooped Lala into my sling and brought her down.
When my step was at the end of the stairs, I found that Bima was receiving a phone call. One hand he put in a bag of pants while the other hand put the phone in his right ear.
From the sentence I heard, Bima was talking to Gesya, her sister mbak Hana.
"Dad" call Lala a little scream.
Bima also looked.
"Sorry Gey, Lala and I are going to go to my mom's house"
"Yo, wa'alaikumsalam"
I don't know, my heart felt pinched hearing Bima mas seakrab it with her sister mbak Hana.
Surely Gesya want to play here, because he misses Lala, but actually he likes Bima mas. I know because he always steals the view with a strange look to Bima mas if it's here again.
"Thalia can walk on her own, right?" ask Bima while putting the phone in her jacket pocket.
I looked at Lala who was grinning her head around my neck.
"It's okay, man"
Bima did not love my words.
"Thalia get off now!" The clear cold was aimed at Lala.
"I'm sorry, son?"
I lowered it, while Lala nodded with a sour face and then received a helping hand Bima who was about to hold her.
Mas Bima and Lala stepped first towards the car, while I walked behind him after locking the door of the house.
This Sunday the security guard must be off, the gate has been opened by Bima mas, the car was already outside the gate.
Exiting through the gate and closing it again, I hurriedly caught up with them and immediately opened the passenger car door next to the steering chair.
When I looked at Lala who was sitting in the back seat, she was focusing on her father's cell phone screen playing children's songs.
While I was putting up the saetbelt, Bima raised his gaze to look at Lala through the middle spy.
"We're leaving, baby"
Baby words, which I realized only said to the princess only wayangnya, not for me.
Seriate.