Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 37 ~
I got back on the ride after dropping off Lala. Remembering the soaking of my clothes that was wet last night because of the rain, I intend to wash it and will bring home because it is a special service clothing on Saturday.
I can wash as well as shower, after that will prepare lunch for Bima mas.
As soon as I opened the room door, a pair of my irises immediately found Bima sitting at the desk playing games on the computer.
Not wanting to disturb his preoccupation, I immediately pointed my foot towards the bathroom. Bima also ignored me, so why do I greet her.
I'm right, aren't I?
"Bi" I stopped my steps when I heard my name being called. Of course the cold and irritated man with a smile called me.
I turned around, staring at Bima's back which was still in its original position.
"Yes, mas"
"What do you want?" Ask, without turning around.
"Why take a shower, why?" My reply sounded funny in my own ear.
"It's okay"
There was a bit of an upset, but I didn't know what was stirring up my frustration. Turning back, I rushed into the bathroom, not caring about the Bima mas who turned in wonder because one of my hands had clenched and then touched it a little rough.
There was no sound in the bathroom except the running water soaked the body after previously rubbing my uniform.
Long enough to be in the bathroom, I finally came out and immediately brought a bucket of clothes that I had washed.
I've been wearing a home suit but without the hijab. Just wrap my still wet hair in a towel.
No papi I don't think it's a problem, anyway just hanging clothes.
Just touched the door handle, again my steps were prevented by the sound of Bima mas.
"Where are you going?" Ask probing.
"Dry shirt"
"Wear your hijab!"
"Just sun clothes doang mas, no papi or anyone except bik Nani and mbak Nining"
"I said put on your head cover"
Not daring to argue, I put the bucket on the doormat, then stepped grabbing the bergo I had put on the arm of the sofa.
I wear it while walking towards the door.
"Shade CDR and bring it here, Bi" he ordered with a full gaze at the computer screen.
"What else does it matter?"
Instead of answering, Bima instead threw a sharp gaze. Leaning his back on the back of the chair while his hands immediately he fold in the chest.
"Is this how you answer if your husband commands you, hmm?" The man raised his chin. "Is it always taut when the moon comes?"
"I'm sorry" Lirihku is not feeling well. "You want a snack too?" add me in a low voice.
"No need. Take vitamins"
Okay, ndoro..
Hhhc ... Of course I said it in my heart.
"Wait a minute"
"Hmm" he said, who had switched to staring at the monitor.
I stepped back, down the stairs one by one.
"Mr Nining, please remind me of the same clothes I'm drying, yes"
"Good ma'am"
"Thank you, before"
"Sama-sama ma'am"
After drying clothes, I made a drink that Bima mas ordered. When I was stirring, I suddenly remembered about Gesya saying that Bima mas already told us the condition of our household. At that time, Bima promised to discuss it at home, so I think I need to ask it and want to know why Bima was sassy to tell family problems to outsiders.
I think it's wrong, and I have to remind Bima for that.
Without a tray, I brought a glass of vitamin drinks to our room.
"It's a mas" I said as I placed the glass next to the PC.
"Favor"
"Together"
Seeing what a serious man's reaction to the game was like, I thought back to whether I should say what I wanted to say earlier.
Almost half a minute I stood beside the chair he was sitting in, I ventured to make a sound.
"Mas!" My hands are fused together and cling to each other.
"Hm"
"Busy mom?"
"Why?" The tone wasn't as cold as it was.
"Can we talk?"
Hearing my words, Bima turned to me for a moment, then clicked the pause icon on the game.
"Speak what?" He landed both hands on the back of the chair.
While I did not immediately answer, because suddenly there was a nervous feeling mixed with fear that stopped simultaneously.
Swiping my nose using the back of my hand, my body was bearded when my wrist was reached by the hand of Bima mas, the next second he pulled me.
I automatically sat sideways on his lap, and my hands landed on both shoulders of Bima.
My position which is higher than him, makes Bima's mas look up.
Many times I swallowed my own saliva with great difficulty.
It's not good, especially for my heart health.
Whether there is a demon, since returning from his service yesterday, Bima mas often toying with me. Especially playing with my heartbeat.
"What are you talking about?"
Silent, I gerogi, my heart is stormy, while cold sweat also seeps.
"Forgot, what do you want to say?"
I was silent, still reluctant to respond.
"Hmm" a pair of dark beads mas Bima continued to point towards my black bead.
"E-not so"
This man immediately raised one eyebrow.
"I-I mean, l-other times only"
With this kind of position, I was sure that my mouth, heart and mind would definitely not want to be cooperated with.
"And not at home" I added.
"Not at home?" Mas Bima frowned "Where to go?"
"Outside"
"Outside?" Deuteronomy. "Why is it outside?"
Of course, so that you don't mess around. If outside, you will not dare to talk in a position like this. We can talk at a distance of at least one meter.
"Okay" Imbuh mas Bima because I just flinch without replying.
"Where are we talking?"
"The city park" I said reflexively.
"When?"
"Tomorrow"
"Not now?"
"No" My mind has dissolved, there is no way I'm talking now, there I got back to checkmate.
"Excuse me mas" I was about to rise, but Bima did not allow me to move from his lap.
"Where are you going?"
"Kitchen"
"Ready lunch"
Mas Bima glanced at the clock on the wall after getting my answer. "It's only ten o'clock. There's still an hour"
Seconds I swallowed my saliva again.
"How many days are your monthly guests coming?"
"One week"
"There are still seven days left" muttered mas Bima glanced in the other direction, then clenched his jaw.
Honestly, I'd love to ask 'why', but I don't have the courage, I've just not been around.
"I'm going to the bathroom first"
"Why what?"
"Replace pads"
"Didn't you just take a shower?"
Well, even my own words became a boomerang for me.
One minute passed, Bima's gaze continued to point to my face, sometimes falling to my lips, nose, eyes, sometimes to my forehead.
I myself am getting the wrong behavior noticed like that.
With this close distance, I ventured to bring our net together.
The figure of Bima mas who to me is still very handsome like the first time I saw him some years ago, only one is missing from him.
His mischievous nature, now changed into an adult attitude and turned into a wise father figure for his only daughter.
Maybe I'm lucky to have it, but not completely.
Suddenly, the sound of a cell phone belonging to Bima who was lying on the nightstand.
"I'll get it"
I got up as soon as Bima blinked her eyes.
Thank goodness I survived.
"Who?" Ask Bima when the phone is in my hand.
"Mommy" I answered and handed the thing over to the owner.
"Assalamualaikum, uh?"
"Maybe in silent mode, so don't listen, why?"
I can't hear my mom's voice.
"Mommy wants to talk" she thrust a cell phone at me.
I accepted it and put it in my ear.
"Assalamu'alaikum, mih"
"Waalaikum... Honey, Danu's father and Nina's mother want to eat dinner at home, you like meat, it made Nani phone mami, said there was no supplies in the refrigerator, you can go buy it, he said, ask between Bima later"
"Can, mih. Is there another one?"
"Try asking Nani, need anything"
"Yes mih"
"That's it, Bi"
"Yes"
"Assalamu'alaikum"
"Wa'alaikumsalam"
"What's wrong?" Ask Bima after my call closes.
I returned Bima's mobile phone. "Mami told you to buy meat, you both want to eat here"
"Now?"
"Yes, I'm going to the supermarket right now"
"I'm inter"
Mas Bima immediately stepped towards the bed, pulled the nightstand drawer, then took a luxury watch at a pretty fantastic price. A pair of watches that I knew were a gift from Ken's mas when we got married.
The other one is already on me.
Just like Bima mas who has never used it, I also did not dare to wear the couple's watch. I kept it in my bedroom nightstand at Bima's mas house.
But now? Once again I wonder, Bima mas kesambet satan what, to the extent that he wants to wear a wedding gift watch, even though on the nightstand there is his watch that he used to wear.
"I'm waiting downstairs" he said, buttoning the watch on his wrist. Then he grabbed the wallet and car keys.
***
I've bought everything I need including beef from my mami order. Quite a lot of our groceries, Bima and I shared with each other carrying groceries to the car.
I put some plastic in the back of the trunk after Bima managed to open it.
The man took me to a burger king restaurant because it was time for lunch.
While Bima was ordering food, I was looking for an empty seat for us to occupy.
I again want to express my intention to talk about what is in my heart. In this place I feel quite safe, Bima did not dare to be weird because this is a public place.
A few minutes passed, Bima came to me with a tray containing our order. Eating at this place is already paid and not waiting for long the order will be ready.
Two servings of burger king complete with a drink and fries. Mas Bima knew Lala and I loved eating this fast food.
We eat in silence. Because my stomach occasionally feels pain effects come months, I do not spend the burger size is quite large. Bima helped me spend it.
"Mas"
"Hm"
I ventured out of nowhere. "Mas why tell us about our household to Gesya?" Bima was not at all surprised by my question.
"Isn't that not true, I even told her that until this moment we slept in a different room"
"That's because I used to be upset with our matchmaking" I was honest, and it made my chest instantly congested. "For me this marriage was something that made me angry, so angry, I accidentally told all my grunts to Gesya. I even told him I wouldn't touch you"
My heart doesn't seem to accept his confession.
Without further ado, my tears were free-falling.
"I also told Gesya that I made a pact with my mother shortly after Ijab"
As for me, the more I can't control my tears. I sobbed childishly.
"Why cry? My honesty hurt you?"
I was silent, really not answering her question.
I was facing Bima against me. If you do not like this marriage, what good to tell others, especially to her sister mbak Hana.
You know, Bima got up, then grabbed my hand, took me out of the fastfood restaurant area.
The man, who was about 183 centi meters tall, continued to step towards our car.
Opening the car door, Bima pushed me gently so I could sit in the front passenger seat.
He helped me put my seatbelt on, just like when he helped Lala put on the seatbelt.
After that, Bima closed the door and then walked around, entered and sat behind the wheel.
Turning on the engine, the man next to me glanced at the outside rearview mirror then turned the steering wheel to the right.
Bima's car immediately drove at medium speed.
"Isn't it necessary to start a better relationship, honesty?" His clumsiness in an annoyed tone.
"But not so" My original friend, while rubbing my cheek.
"Lantas, did I let you hear it from Gesya's mouth, not from mine? Before I speak, I have thought carefully, and you better hear from my own mouth. If you hear from Gesya, do not rule out the possibility that you will be angry, and the possibility of a tragedy will be repeated again"
"Who will be blamed and in Lala's wrath after that?"
I was silent, true what Bima mas said, I better hear from Bima mas even though his honesty hurt me.
"Other times" said Mas Bima after a few seconds of silence. "If you want to talk, we better talk at home. You want to cry, want to scream, or want to rage though, at least no one sees you"
There were indeed several pairs of eyes that focused their attention on me when I came out of the restaurant. Until we reached the car there was still a look of wonder fixed on us.