Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 6 ~

"Mas" called me though a little hesitant.

Mas Bima turned his head, had stopped his movements for a moment while stirring the drink in the glass.

"What's wrong?"

I don't know why every time I face him, my heart skips around like a bekel ball. I even had trouble taking a breath because it was so fast.

"What's wrong?" Repeat Bima mas while turning around, then step towards me while carrying a vitamin drink in his right hand.

Our dining room is completely connected to the kitchen.

"Can we talk for a second?"

Mas Bima did not immediately answer, he was silent for a while before then making a sound. "On what? Thalia?"

"Not"

"What's something serious?"

I nodded though slowly, taking a deep breath hoping that the sense of deg-degan that had continued to subdue me since then could be slightly reduced.

"Sit down" The man pointed at the chair with his chin, after him who was sitting on the dining chair, while I did not sit down immediately because I suddenly felt nervous.

I almost fainted because I didn't know how to calm my heartbeats.

"Quick Bi, it's already night! You know we have to rest right"

Biting the lower lip of the inside, I who had wanted to undo the intention to talk, finally sat in a chair opposite to the Bima mas.

Lowering my head, I looked at my fingers that were clinging to each other on my lap.

"Forgot what you want to talk about" he said flatly. Just hearing his voice alone had made my voice instantly shrivel.

I'm silent. Still locked my mouth tight

"Goddess Arimbi!"

For a second, my heart seemed to be escaping from its place when my full name was mentioned, the reflex I swallowed the saliva half-dead.

"Thank you for the bross"

"Don't get me wrong, it's just bross" he replied without thinking, and it was really an answer that made my chest even more claustrophobic.

"Misunderstand it or not, I still have to say thank you, right? That's one of the things I taught my daughter"

"Together!"

When I just flinch from confusion, Bima mas back said.

"Is there anything you want to talk about?"

"What time did you come home?"

Mas Bima raised one eyebrow as soon as I heard my question. Instead of answering, he took a sip of the vitamin drink that had been in the brew.

"Why?" he asked after sipping his drink.

"If you don't intend to answer, you don't have to ask back"

When I lyric with the tail of my eyes, Bima was stunned to hear my words, but only for a moment, because in the next second she returned with a relaxed gesture. "What's wrong with you?"

"I just want to know what time you get home, that's all"

Swallowing spit, I did not expect that my curiosity can be guessed by mas Bima.

"Didn't we agree not to interfere in each other's affairs?" Her great-grandson instantly made me look for her black bead.

"When do you want that rule to happen? Do you think I have no feelings? A wife deserves to know anything about her husband, doesn't she?"

I ventured to meet our Netra. I who want to dive into the depth of a pair of irises to find the meaning of the sentence just now, just cut off eye contact first.

Surrender, I totally give up.

After almost a minute of our meeting, I really did not dare to look into the lightening of his eyes any longer. I again focused on the clear glass of the former Bima mas earlier.

"Patience has no limits, but my patience is not like Fatimah Az-Zahra. Not only impatient, but probably tired"

Silence, there is no longer a statement from Bima mas. After about five seconds the man in front of me who was somehow suddenly making a sound expression.

"You know Arimbi? if I'd rather have my opponent look me in the face or my eyes?"

The sentence mas Bima seemed to insinuate me who did not look at him while talking.

"Look at me, Bi"

Instead of obeying his orders, I got up from my seat. I feel like I have no intention of continuing this conversation.

If I don't leave in front of him, I will most likely cry.

Reversing my body, I then stepped away from Bima mas who was still sitting in his place.

Just two steps away, Bima said from behind my back which made me spontaneously stop the step without turning back.

"I came home at three, straight to Thalia's school, and there was already Gesya because she wanted to meet her nephew"

Is that so?? I clucked in my heart. He did not want to meet Lala, but wanted to meet mas, did not realize it, but mas always sensitive to all my movements and my gaze. Why not Gesya?

Ignoring his explanation, I chose to swing my legs back without even looking back.

I was already quite furious with him who was still talking about meddling in personal matters.

Married for two years, but still had a problem with it. She thought taking care of the house and her daughter, all that was not included in her personal affairs?

Not only does not sincerely take care of Lala or take care of the household, but a sacred relationship does not have to be in accordance with sharia?

I climbed the stairs while grumbling in my heart.

I have been very understanding in these two years, the intensity of our togetherness at home is very rare. That is because the task of Bima as a state servant.

Sometimes go for months, only two weeks at home have to do the task again. But if something continues to stand still, and he has no intention of clarifying our status, won't there be no change?

Isn't it wrong, marriages like this continue on the run? Everything has to be clear with words, right?

Where do we take our relationship, Mom?

Seriate.

Just can update 2 chapters a day, see you again tomorrow.

Hopefully not bosen with the flow. 😀 insya Allah will not beat around the bush. We play with Arimbi's feelings first. Wekkp...

Thanks for the support.