Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 20 ~
Lala was prancing with excitement when our car got home,
Mas Bima came down to open the gate, Lala who was on her way to play children's songs on her father's phone while singing and dancing, suddenly made a sound.
"Dad's got a phone, bun"
"Who's son"
"The picture is onty Gesya"
Bima went back in the car.
"Dad, onty Gesya telfon"
The man glanced at Lala through the middle rearview. "In the lift baby!"
"The green ones, right?"
"Yes" replied Bima mas back forward his car through the gate.
"Assalamu'alaikum onty"
"Pad's phone is with Lala"
"Some, drive again"
A few seconds later, Lala handed the phone to her father. Maybe Gesya wants to talk to Bima.
While removing the seatbelt, I kept trying to sharpen my hearing in order to steal my hearing.
"What's Gey"
"Home home, why?"
Bima's voice sounded so soft, why when talking to me his expression was sour and flat, his tone also sounded cynical and even sniffy, seemed to be taunting, mocking, or belittling.
"Come, if you meet outside can not, tomorrow I have to go to Kalimantan, after all Thalia just healed not able to leave the house for long"
"Hm"
"Two months"
"Come to the house, there is a mother Thalia later can play games at home alone"
Not wanting to hear more, after the car was perfectly parked in the garage, I chose to go down and open the door for Lala.
Lala and I walked side by side, she who cried out happily, swinging our hands together as our feet stepped towards the main door.
While mas Bima directly returned to the gate to close it. His phone still stuck in my ear making me tick because of a hiccup.
Wait, not a whimper, it's more appropriate to be jealous.
Bima is right, I am a coward and like to save my jealousy, like to run away and guess something, which finally makes my chest feel tight because of the actions I made myself.
But yes, I have to kneel in front of Bima, I have to make a noise, I have to say that I love, I am jealous, I want to be touched, is not possible?
When I looked back, our gaze immediately roped and it made me clumsy. Seconds later, I regretted what I just did.
If I knew this, I wouldn't have looked.
"Bun, Lala's hungry"
"Mother's son hungry?" I said while inserting the key in the door lock hole of the house. "What do you want to eat?"
"You need fried rice"
"Fried rice?"
Lala nodded.
"Okay, you'll make it up"
My steps were directed straight to the kitchen, I took two glasses, one for Bima mas, one glass of character for Lala. I filled them with clear water and asked Lala to drink it.
"Tha, next week onty Gesya want to come, Thalia same mother do not go anywhere, yes" Mas Bima who has followed our steps said so.
"He's coming here, ma'am?" many ensure.
"Hmm, why? Mind it?" The cold man grabbed the glass I had filled with water, then gulped it down with one gulp straight out of the toilet.
"He's Thalia's onty, take your jealousy, and don't show your dislike for Gesya, appreciate her because she came as your guest"
Hearing his words, my heart seemed to collapse. How can Bima know that I am always covered with jealousy and dislike for Gesya.
His words were like a bow that was shot on target.
"You don't think I know that you're jealous like this?" mas Bima said in a soft voice, "I know everything" added a slanted smile, then stepped away leaving me and Lala at the dinner table.
Before stepping, Bima had swiped the top of Lala's head and said something. "Yes mother's company Tha!"
Lala was just dumbfounded, she was like she did not understand the words of her father.
"Is he angry, bun?" lala whispered.
I smile. "No dear dong, father again menggeledek mother earlier" I fend off Lala's prejudice so that this little child does not think that kind of.
Sighing slowly, again my mind was busy making speculations.
Why do I feel like Bima is pranking me? Even though last night our condition had stiffened, Bima also had time to silence me, but once caught me chatting with Saka mas, suddenly he became possessive.
Huh huh???
****
Last night, I had a hard time closing my eyes. Until the time showed at one in the morning, then my consciousness disappeared perfectly in the dream swallow.
Mas Bima who never allowed me to touch his belongings, but last night he suddenly asked me to prepare equipment and official clothes during his service outside the Province. Lala who also helped me pack her father's belongings, kept asking about the area that would be visited. While Mas Bima himself was busy preparing his short barrel.
She does have a gun, but Lala has no idea that her father has the deadly thing.
"Lala can go down first and call dad for breakfast"
"Keep mother?"
"Mother wants to change clothes first, want to take a bag also in the room"
"Yes" Lala immediately grabbed her school bag.
"Don't run, Lala hasn't recovered. Careful down the stairs"
"Yes bun, Lala just walk slowly" Lala said as she walked out of the room.
Not wanting to waste time, I immediately prepared myself to go to the office. Last night Bima said he would take Lala to school, maybe because Bima said goodbye to Lala.
Ready with my official clothes on Monday, I went straight down to the bottom floor.
When my steps reached the dining table, I found that Bima and Lala were already sitting in their seats, they stopped the scissor paper stone game when Lala saw me.
"Mother?" Lala blinked like she was amazed by my performance this morning. "Waah mother is beautiful, wear jewelry bought by father. Look, yeah, pretty, right?"
"Pretty brossnya yes, Tha"
"Yes, yeah. The mother is also beautiful"
"The beautiful mother is ordinary, because she likes to be upset in her own making, continue to escape hobbies"
"Running away what?" lala asked not to understand.
While I was just silent, cooking rice for them while listening to his chatter blatantly insinuating me, as if it was not me they were talking about.
"Mother when it's spoken to it likes to run away"
Lala's attention that was focused on staring at her father, now she turned to me.
"Eating him father often negur mother, because the bunda is wayward"
"Don't run away when you talk about it! That's the name is not polite, Mother Lala in the playgroup also said, if you talk again have to be in horrin, can not talk alone, can not go out of class"
"Well little children just know, your undergraduate days must be reprimanded about it" Sindir mas Bima flat without expression.
I could only sigh, completely feeling being skinned by this father and son.
****
Time continues to roll, until it does not feel my busyness makes me forget that this time the clock has shown the time eleven o'clock in the afternoon.
I was absent for a day, today my work piled up and I was almost done.
While focusing on moving every transaction to the ledger, I heard Mr. Dimas' voice.
"Bu Arimbi, in front of the husband waiting"
"My husband's in front, sir?"
"Yes ma'am, it seems important, mangoes are found first, ma'am"
"Yes, thank you sir"
"Sama-sama ma'am"
I got up, then walked towards the existence of Mas Bima. To be honest, I was surprised by her coming to my office. Because it is rare for Bima to come especially without prior notice like this.
While stepping, my mind was filled with questions, there was an important thing so that Bima mas should visit me to my workplace.
"Mas"
Mas Bima who was sitting while playing a mobile phone, immediately looked up and kept his phone in his pocket.
"Sit down!" Said ordered.
I sat down, and asked. "What's wrong? Didn't you leave this afternoon?"
"Why really? you mind if I come to your office? You don't like it? Or feeling disturbed?"
Instead of answering, Bima instead asked back with a series of questions. Yes, if his tone is slightly softened, his voice sounds sniffling in my ears, in accordance with his characteristic flat and cold.
"It's not so mas" I refute quickly.
"Then what?" mas Bima looked at me cynically. There is really no warm look of little stuff.
"What are you doing here?"
Hearing my question, Bima frowned.
"I'm your husband, you know, going to work, it's wrong that I came to say goodbye"
"Not wrong, usually only say goodbye via phone or short message"
"Keep if I come straight, trouble for you?"
"Yes not" I did not dare to return the gaze of Bima mas I can make sure his eyes glared so sharply.
Then silence for a few seconds. Bima's eyes were completely unshaken from me for a second.
When I stole a glance to make sure what the look on his face was like, Bima immediately raised one eyebrow when she realized my glance.
"Why?" He asked me what I responded to with my head.
Back in silence, I linked my hands together and squeezed them to relieve this awkwardness.
"I go" said Mas Bima suddenly, automatically make my heart kebat kebit because the tone is no longer cold. The intonation was even very gentle, just like when talking to Lala.
"Jagain Lala is fine"
I was kind of amazed by the call of Bima mas for Lala. Not Thalia anymore.
"If there's anything immediately tell papi or mami. I'll rarely hold a cell phone later, but every night I'll call you to confirm Lala's condition"
"Yes" I replied with my head bowed. It is like this every time Bima mas on duty, rarely the phone is active.the obstacle is on the network when it is in the air.
"Always be careful"
"Yes" I don't know what I'm still confused about.
"Telfon mami if you ask to be with, or can call your mother to stay at home"
"Yes"
"One more" said Bima. "Don't see any man while I'm not around"
I was stunned, while repeating the sentence mas Bima in my heart.
Don't you meet any men??
"I'm gone" Her pamphlets unfolded my focus.
And I immediately reached out, I kissed the back of his hand with a beating heart that did not know the rules.
"Assalamu'alaikum"
"Wa'alaikumsalam"
Before taking a step, Mas bima took a deep breath.
"Remember all my messages"
"Yes" I don't know what message, which is definitely a message to keep Lala and a message not to meet other men who keep ringing "Be careful, mas!"
"Hm... Titip Lala's"
"Yes" I said quickly as I nodded my head.
Mas Bima immediately stepped towards the car carried by his men. While I was still standing looking at him from here.
Seriate.