Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 40 ~
Until lunch break, my concentration still hasn't returned. I was with Riska and Lala to her school, talking about this on the way.
"I feel Bi, your husband is a space demon. His attitude has changed so well since returning home"
"It seems that before the service he was a little changed, I mean not as cold as usual, but I don't know, I'm still confused by his feelings for me. She hasn't expressed her love, but on the other hand she seems to be getting possessive, showing me signals that make me misunderstand her attitude"
"Don't you, your husband is good just his alibi, he's good to you because there's another purpose"
"I mean something else?" I glanced at Riska who was focusing on driving. Because I did not bring a car, I who had wanted to order an ojek online, it was prevented because he offered to take me to Lala school at recess.
The woman nodded immediately. "Maybe he wants your blessing to get married again"
"Risc!"
"Woop... Sorry are! That's what I think Bi"
"I don't want to be in polygamy"
"The logic is gini Bi" said Riska pressing the sign button
"You know, how did Lala fit you out yesterday? well for the sake of his daughter, Bima mas do not want to lose you, he is fine you let not go again, so that his mission to make polygamy in the same blessing you"
"Ish amit-amit"
"Yes, just ask, rather than su'udzon" Riska paused her speech for a moment. "Eh but, your husband's attitude does make others su'udzon"
"Where should I start, Ris?" ask me when there is a moment of silence.
"What?"
"Ask to Mas Bima where to start?" Quick reply.
"Tell me directly, don't talk. Later if too much kelit, what you want to ask even be ambyar"
"But I'm not ready for Bima's answer"
"Not ready for what?"
"Yes if it's true that the woman is the one loved by Bima mas and Bima mas intend polygamy, it's been made sure my heart will be broken for the second time, and I'm not ready for it Ris"
"If you're not ready to ask, wait a few days to prepare yourself"
"Aahh, why is it this complicated" I jerked my back against the seat back, then folded my arms around the chest. "My confidence that had soared, because since his return, he became more talkative, he did not even hesitate to throw jokes at me. But now that confidence has dropped drastically"
"You're strong, Bi. Mr. Raskha is still waiting for you, the doctor who once sent the burger to you also seems to still not be able to move on from you"
"Not even Raskha"
"Why? I think it's cold and irrit smile is different thin kok the same masmu it"
"No"
"Not what?"
"Not both, neither does Mr. Raskha, sir doctor" I said throwing a glance to the left. "They're not criteria for me to make a husband"
"Well, may the hijab-wearing woman be just her friend. Friends confide because your husband will be down because in selingkuhi his mother Lala"
"Do I take a leave of absence, Ris? Later if for example Bima's answer made me heartbroken, at least I have time to be able to calm down immediately"
"Good idea"
"But can't you?"
"If urgent can be, later I help you talk, besides you are a favorite son of Mr. Firman"
I chipped when Riska said that I was Mr. Firman's favorite son.
"If your fear is happening, where are you going to calm down?"
"Jogja may"
"Well, don't see you, huh"
"Eh, but not really... I better take my mind off to work"
"Ish how are you, Bi"
Until Riska's car arrives at Lala's school, the conversation continues, but this time it's about Riska.
****
A few days later, my closeness and Bima's more, he was often very gentle with me. He who is very good at kissing, often suddenly stole a kiss if Lala was far from our reach.
Mas Bima even said something that made me blush.
If there are no more monthly guests, I will eat, Bi.
I don't know, it doesn't show any strange signs that imply that Bima has another dream woman.
I had searched also about the signs of cheating husband, but the signs I did not meet at all from the attitude of Bima mas.
He even carelessly put down his phone, only occasionally receiving phone calls from friends and co-workers, the rest of the time he used to pick me up and Lala too. Also chatting and joking in the living room when finished dinner.
When I pretended to borrow his phone, Bima did not mind.
But there is something that makes me wonder, until this moment the cold man still has not asked me to bring my clothes to his closet as he said some time ago.
Did he forget, or was he just joking?
"Bi, prepare clothes for Lala" ordered Bima mas when I was preparing fruit to make a snack.
"What clothes?"
"I'll pick Lala up and take her to my mom's house. Ms. Cia stayed there and asked Lala to do some work there too"
"But tomorrow is still Saturday, Lala is still a day's school"
"It's okay, I have permission from Lisa's mother. It's only been a day that Lala didn't come in"
"Mother Cia is not in school?" I still object to Bima mas who wants to take Lala to stay at her parents' house.
"He was off because yesterday he won one poetry reading contest about the Prophet, so the school allowed a day off. Depart again Monday, Saturday night nginep at home mommy, the night of the week at the house of mother Nina"
I just respond to Bima's words. "When will Lala come home?"
"Our Sunday afternoon to my mother's house, pick Lala up and have dinner there"
"Sunday afternoon?"
"Why?" mas Bima frowned.
"That means two nights Lala's staying at my mom's house?" I walked towards westafle.
"Just two nights anyway" Bima comforted me.
"Sepi, is there no Lala?" Guess what's on target. While my head was immediately nodding listlessly.
"There's me" Mas Bima suddenly stood behind me.
I was washing the fruits to make a salad, my body immediately begged in shock.
My hair bristled as the man behind me flicked my broken hair.
I was increasingly unable to control myself when Bima know-how pecked at my nape and sipped it strongly.
"Remember, if something disturbs your mind" Mas Bima's hand twists my body to face it. "Ask me, not here" he pointed to my chest.
Maybe Bima is sensitive to me who has not talked much these days.
I have not asked about the hijab woman who Bima met, but I try to think positively. It was possible that the woman was just his friend who had accidentally met. But still my mind is busy speculating which is no-no.
"Why?" The hand of Bima mas coiled around my waist after previously turning off the water faucet that I had not had time to turn off.
I looked up, daring to look at his pair of neutrals.
"Something bothers you?" ask her when I just flinch while looking at her fully fixedly.
"Speak Bi! I'm not a psychic who knows exactly what you're thinking and feeling"
Swallowing my saliva, I took a breath to throw away the nervous feeling that was entangling me.
"Is there any intention of polygamy?" I asked without touching.
Mas Bima raised one eyebrow. "Why ask that?"
"I want to answer"
"I want to know why you're asking that" Sergey without turning away from my gaze.
"Jawab, after I answer, I'll tell you why I asked that"
"Nothing" Bima replied thoughtlessly. "If one is enough, why two?"
"Is it enough to have me?"
"Not yet"
I glared, while Bima smiled. "Until I haven't fucked you, it's not enough to have you"
Hearing Bima's reply, my right hand reflexes pinched her waist which spontaneously made Bima's mas bouncy to the left.
"Loh, am I right?" Mas Bima tightened his circle of hands on my waist.
"Someone wants to complain?" Soft question.
I nodded, and the nod of my head for seconds made Bima's eyebrows swoop down sharply.
"What?"
Silent for up to five seconds.
Mas Bima raised his eyebrows and chin, the code so that I immediately pulled out my teeth.
"Bie"
Clenching my lips, I finally ventured to make a sound. "Who's the hijab woman I met at the restaurant near my office?"
Mas Bima was like surprised, but after a few seconds, the man who was still sticking his body so tightly in my body returned with a relaxed gesture.
He looked at me with a look I didn't know what it meant.
"You see?"
I'm nodding. "The first time I saw the mas in the restaurant near the supermarket, both of my parks saw it"
Bima's outstretched hand slipped a strand of hair behind my ear, as if indifferent to the beating of my rebelling heart waiting for Bima's reply.
"She's Rosa, my lawyer friend. Elfino's friend was also at Grandpa's Madrasah"
My forehead winches. That name is no stranger to me, Rosa??
"Is he the one who always comes with Bima when there are scouting activities?"
Mas Bima nodded.
Rosa, always be the big brother if there are scout activities in the Madrasah. In the past, as far as I was concerned, Rosa's a tomboy, so it's only natural that I'd be pangling with her. He was quite close to Bima mas and Fino mas.
Also always active in scouts and Osis. In fact he represents mas Bima who served as chairman of the osis.
But what does it mean to be a lawyer Bima? Was he the one who was appointed by Bima to solve the divorce case?
"Why do you see him so often?" I asked after almost five minutes.
"There's work we need to finish"
"Work what? Married married?"
Mas Bima pinched my nose gently.
"Your mind's on deck?"
"Why? I'm just guessing" I said without any expression.
"But your guess is wrong"
"But what work?"
"Let me tell you. Now it's time to pick up Lala, you prepare whatever needs to be brought to stay at home mommy, you're the parent, you know"
"What's the salad?"
"Make it tomorrow, later after our mom's house we have dinner outside, so you don't have to cook"
"What time did you get home from your mom's house?"
"I try to go home quickly. As soon as I go back again"
Now it's no longer about the hijab woman that keeps me distracted.
About what work is being done mas Bima and sister Rosa?
Seriate.
This holiday... Crazy up yuk's..