MELODY OF LOVE: Arrived Marriage
They, Yudha and Melody
"Yudha?" Melody looked bored waiting for an answer from Yudha. He took the juice and drank it.
"You want to do it?" Yudha.
BRRUUAAKKHHH
"Uhuk uhuk uhuk.. uhuk." Melody coughed as she choked on her drink upon hearing Yudha's question. He was surprised not to play.
Did it?
That is.err.
"You're disgusting, Melody!"
"Gomen. uhuk... uhuk."
Yudha felt sorry for Melody who looked quite in pain from choking on her drink. Yudha quickly grabbed the tomato juice and gave it to Melody. Melody accepted that and drank it quickly.
Not a kiss directly? XD
"..."
"Feel a lot better?" Ask Yudha.
"Ah, arigato Yudha."
"Either. Why did you get to be like that? I'm just asking! Really, really?" Yudha.
How not to stir? It is good that Yudha says so lightly. This is not a simple question that can only be answered yes or no. Need a good reason to follow it.
"Yes, but such a question can come out lightly from your lips! How am I not surprised?" Melody. I swear, his throat hurt.
Choking is painful. He even coughed again. It looks like there's tomato juice going into his nose. His nose now follows a sore as when he failed to swim and almost drowned.
"Dead answered what was the trouble? Wanna not do it with me? That way I easily figure out how to avoid my mother's request." Yudha.
"NO!" Reply Melody loudly.
Of course he doesn't want to. Yudha gave a question that did not force to make a choice. Therefore, it was not the choice he wanted the most at the moment.
"Good, that way, we can pretend that we've done it and haven't had children." Yudha.
"So you're saying I should come pretend with you, Yudha?" Ask Melody.
"Yes that's how." Answer Yudha.
"No!"
"No?"
Yudha was confused. So Melody wants to do that with him?
"We're the same as lying to our parents, Yudha." Obviously Melody.
For Melody, as a form of filial piety to her parents, then lying is on the top list that should not be done by children to their parents.
Ah, apparently lying. Yudha understood the direction Melody spoke. "Then do you have a better idea than that?" Ask.
"Sore wa... nai!"
Afternoon wa nai: It doesn't exist.
Yudha stared intensely at Melody's eyes. "You just don't know. Look Melody, I know it's kind of awkward to discuss things like this. But for now, I'm the same as you, I don't really understand, let alone that, I'm not interested in things like that, even though I'm normal, but for now, I'm not, I don't need it that much yet. Ah, how do you explain it?"
Melody knew, Yudha also had trouble discussing things like this with her. It's awkward! That's for sure, right? They do not have a sense of each other in the context of romance, but are told that way.
They are normal, but they still have common sense and a heart that always wants to play a role.
Melody looked at the shade of Yudha. He longed to see Yudha who had enough trouble discussing things like this with him.
"Yudha, it's okay, you can't explain! I understand, I understand. We are still young. After all, we also do not love each other, we get married because we have our own interests. I don't want to create any awkwardness between us for discussing this topic. So, just leave it as usual! I'm sure, sooner or later, mother-in-law will definitely forget about it." Melody.
"You're right, gomen na, Melody. You have to go through something like this." Yudha.
Since they shook hands to play their respective roles, little by little Yudha began to understand Melody and was more able to express herself. Yudha even began to apologize for expressing her concern for others.
Melody shook her head. "Hmm, it's okay, Yudha. You want to say hello to me, just talk to me, I'm happy. It's like I'm making a new friend."
Yudha smiled faintly and ruffled Melody's hair. "So right, you're so ugly, Melody."
Melody put Yudha's hand out of her head. "I know, I'm ugly and not pretty at all."
"Anged?"
"No!"
"Papu pouted like that."
"Just pissed off."
"Anged and upset are the same, Mel."
"Different. That's a different level!"
"Well.."
😁😁
They talk to each other again. I don't know what makes them both like that. As if the awkwardness because the topic of conversation about Mikan's mother's request had passed.
Just a small talk and punctuated with their jail jokes. Yeah, well, I used to argue over Melody and Yudha.
So many stories that are not clear what the topic is, making them forget time. They don't realize it's getting late.
Even the night breeze was piercing the skin. Covering with the cold. Makes the body feel more rigid if leaning in the same position.
"The air's getting cold." Melody.
"I know."
"Huh, let's go in! I don't want to catch a cold!" Bring Melody.
"If you catch a cold, then I'll laugh." Chirp Yudha.
"Haiiishhh, you're a bad person huh."
"Newly know?"
"I'm serious, Yudha. Not only am I gonna get sick, maybe so are you. If that happens, then it will be troublesome."
They live in a room, if one of them is exposed to the virus and sick, then the other will also be infected.
"Then don't get sick, Melody!"
Yudha said seriously.
Melody smiled back. How many times have you smiled at Yudha? Many also.
Yudha is like that. Stiff and not so able to display a lot of expression. But 2 weeks later he knew Yudha, little by little he began to understand the character of Yudha.
Yudha was apparently attentive to him as well. Yudha became more apologetic for the inconvenience she was experiencing. Would it not be an exaggeration if he came to the conclusion that Yudha cared about him?
It feels fun, doesn't it?
Melody admitted!
The silence of that night ushered the newlyweds into their dreamland. The snoring sounded vaguely. Creating a smooth melody that breaks the silence of the night. Two human beings who are not drunk with love, are bound in the fabric of the sacred bond of marriage. They are young. They are blind to love. They married because they had to. They have to live together.
They, Yudha and Melody.
Sleeping behind each other is what they used to do. Leave enough space in the deck. Creating a distance that separates. Two young bodies that feel far apart. Not nothing, not without purpose. What else is the reason.
Sometimes it is.
If their lives were just creation. It is not the heart that wants. Heavy and full of awkwardness. Even though the face is good at hiding. It's just that emotions feel bad. Factory-breaking continuously.
Is this a dream or a fantasy? Without visible bulkhead. Let God decide and time give the answer.