Melody
Street side street food

After passing a dozen hours to arrive in the Netherlands, I was finally able to lay myself on a soft mattress belonging to the hotel that I lived in for the next few days.

"Honey, take a bath first yuk. only after that we rest, or want to eat can also." Lirih Erlang sat beside me.

Slowly with a lazy movement I got up from the bed, walked towards the suitcase to pick up a change of clothes and immediately went into the bathroom.

When he was about to close the door, a hand came in his way. I looked at Erlang with a confused face. "What's wrong?" I wondered, but a second later I smelled a bad smell after seeing that sweet smile.

"Hehe let's take a shower together!" I guessed his way of thinking. Trying to find an opportunity in a tight spot when I'm exhausted like this?

"Hehe I'm not used to bathing together," I refused to try to close the door from the prisoner of the hand of the man in front of me who purposely stopped him.

"Then you should get used to it." Erlang replied not wanting to lose trying to push the door that I held back with all my might.

"But I don't want to get used to it!"

"It must be familiarized because in the future we will always bathe together!"

"You've heard no, men and women are not good together, especially in the bathroom. The danger!"

"It applies to people who are not yet halal, in contrast to those of us who are already legally and religiously legitimate."

"I'm used to taking cold showers, while you like warm water!"

"And you warmed me, why should I worry about the cold?"

Erlang and I sat down to try to make the opponent give up. However, in the end I opened the door wide, making Erlang's smile rise with its width. He's really happy.

"Yes, you take a shower first!" After me, then out past him about to lie back on the bed. However, the handshake from Erlang made me stop my steps.

"I asked her to take a bath together, not independently!" A second later I had already floated in midair, accepting fate resignedly as Erlang executed inside the bathroom.

***

Standing on the balcony of the hotel while looking at the sparkling lights of Amsterdam at night really feels beautiful. Hustle and bustle of people's voices that are mutually unpretentious add to the impression of natural music.

A pair of hands that were coiled around my waist without even finding out who it was.

"You haven't eaten, aren't you hungry? Don't you have a maag?" Whispering Erlang while sniffing the end of my neck makes me a little uncomfortable.

"Who made me eat late?" My sindirku glanced at him cynically.

"sorry. I want to eat, right? What do you want, let the hotel waitress bring." Tawar Erlang felt guilty for making me have to skip dinner.

"I don't want to order. Why don't we go out and find some roadside snacks? There must be a lot of sales here.." I turned my body to face Erlang, with my mainstay sparkling eyes I begged him.

"It's cold outside. You are sensitive to the cold.." worries Erlang.

"But—"

"Well.. please. When you could this beautiful wife of yours starve? You made me a gini!" With the mainstay style, Erlang finally wanted to allow me.

With a carefree heart I walked down the streets where many pedestrians, especially young people who were seen wandering along with their respective partners. Although their clothes make me a little uncomfortable, but I think what is the difference with Indonesia which is also falling into western style like them?

"Cold?" I turned to Erlang who was printed clearly worried with my skin that was very sensitive to the cold. It's just that strangely, I'm used to taking cold showers even though my body will be icy cold.

"Lumayan.." I'm not lying. The temperature in Indonesia and the Netherlands is different. Indonesia is included in the continent of Asia which is flat tropical temperature. While the Netherlands is included in the European continent which is famous for subtropics.

Erlang grabbed my hand, grabbed it and put it in his thick jacket pocket. I smiled just got treatment like that, until my eyes looked straight ahead of which there was a street hawker full of people who want to buy.

"Mas want that!" My door slams.

"Come on!" Erlang and I walked towards the queue. We waited long enough for it to be our turn to order.

"Give me ten!" Pinta Erlang's. The merchant smiled and immediately wrapped our order and placed it in the box after giving the sauce and handed it to us.

Erlang gave some money in the form of the Dutch currency, the euro. After paying, Erlang and I went back down the street and enjoyed the fried meatballs.

"Is there anything else you want?" Erlang asked me to stop my steps while researching what I would buy again to make dinner.

"I want that!" Point me at a stand that sells fries with a variety of toppings.

"For the princess what is not?" I chuckled with Erlang's words that sounded romantic yet ludicrous.

Back in line, this time we queued up long enough because so many people also wanted the same thing as me, which was food.

This time I let Erlang take over, whereas I was busy spending the previous snacks that still left some.

Standing in a corner made it easy for me to see Erlang struggling to get what I wanted. How romantic I am to have a husband.

While I looked at Erlang in awe, my gaze actually fell on the woman beside Erlang who looked like she had deliberately brought her body closer to occasionally coming into contact with Erlang, but Erlang would quickly dodge, but the woman kept repeating it until it made me uncomfortable.

"Honey, what look you so long?" I went ahead to get rid of the woman who was trying to pick up my husband Erlang. Got guts too she teased my husband.

"Oh, sorry. Lots of people, so long. You really hungry?" Erlang asked rubbing my face gently. At first glance I glanced at the woman who started to stay away when she knew her betters already had halal lovers. Shuh shuh go there abuser!

"Darling?"

"Hm, oh. I don't want any more. We go home, I'm sleepy. It's getting colder too, afraid I'm not strong." Besides, my mood has also been damaged because of the woman.

"Yes, we're home." Erlang tightly embraced my waist, deliberately giving me more warmth so that this cold sensitive body had a slight sign of life.