My Husband's Beloved Concubine!
The Beginning of That Proximity...
...GENDHIST...
‘Tring! Tring!’ The phone alarm woke the woman from her deep sleep.
“Hoah! Why so noisy,” grumbled the woman while looking at the clock on her HP screen.
It turns out it's still 05:00 WIB. The woman's name was staring around, trying to remember where she was this morning. A few seconds he just realized, it turned out this in a hotel in the middle of the city that is famous as a producer of Apples in East Java. Worth it, the cold can still penetrate the skin even though the thick blanket already used Gedhis.
“God, my body feels crumbled so dimly,” he said while writhing.
Two days later he worked as a Tour Leader (TL) one of the private companies in his hometown. They hold family gatherings by hiring service bureaus. Being a TL is a side job, in addition to a regular job as a lobbyist at one of the service companies as well. For weekends, Gendhis often take freelance jobs like this, in addition to free walks are also additional money makers. Not good to pay for car installments and his sister's school.
"Why so quiet? Have they not all woken up yet? The feeling will be a schedule of morning or outbound gymnastics," murmured Gendhis himself.
Gendhis waved the thick curtains that closed the windows blocking the morning sunlight from entering his room. He walked out onto the balcony. It was cold, that was what Gendhis felt. Sayup-sayup heard a gentle voice of men chanting sacred verses. Perhaps a side room, occupied by the owner of the service bureau that hired him.
Rio Gunawan. The silent figure of Gendhis admired for his sholeh. He's the guy who keeps his eyes on him, often looking down if he runs into his mahram instead. For two years they have been working together. But never once did he ever greet directly or just chat like other employees. Lucky not to be his wife
“Ah, the melodious voice once entered the ear makes you want to listen to it longer, good times yes while drinking coffee,” said Gendhis lirih.
Gendhis returned to the room, brewing coffee. A cup of bitter coffee and the view outside the balcony enjoyed with the morning sun that slowly began to appear. Isn't that a perfect combination? Not inferior to the old boy.
Long-sleeved pajamas are enough to help warm his body. God is good and generous, God created all things in a slick and harmonious way. The dark change to light that morning was so soft, His power was so mesmerizing that without Gendhis noticing the fog was slowly disappearing.
“Assalamualaikum, good morning Mbak” that soft voice broke the silence.
Gendhis turned to the source of the voice, though,
“Waalaikumsalam, uh Mr Ustad Rio! Good morning Mr. Ustad,” greet Gendhis friendly.
“Pagi-morning already copy Mbak?” asked Rio wonder.
“Iya Pak Ustad while looking at the scenery, rarely in the city see kek gini.” replied Gendhis.
It feels a bit awkward indeed. However, the figure of the sir ustad a familiar greeting of his employees is the boss of this service bureau. He is famous for being very quiet, polite and sholeh.
“Iya Ma'am! Rarely in the city we can kayak gini, oh yes njenegan (you) today free yes! Let the gathering activities in the EO field children's handle! Your job tomorrow is just to start getting on the bus, while stopping by the souvenir center!" rio's orders.
“Siap Pak Ustad, plan anyway want to take a walk me! But if there is something to help do not hesitate yes sir ustad, I am free kok!” sahut Gendhis slightly shouted to be heard by Rio.
Rio nodded and passed. Gendhis immediately finished his bitter coffee while contemplating enjoying the morning. Gendhis Mobile Notif reads, foreign number comes in.
[‘Mbak if free can come with me to the souvenir center first? Prepare gifts for superiors. 10:00 hours to go. I wait in the car park. Mas Rio's.]
Gedhis frowned in surprise, after which a Rio Gunawan wanted to send whatsapp message to him after two years of working together. Maybe he just needed help, thought Gendhis.
[Ready sir Ustad]
Reply Genthis briefly. Gendhis immediately took a shower and dressed up a little.
"Ah, I forgot my clothes are all illegal, I don't wear a hijab either! Let it be, it is important to be polite, it is wrong of myself why to take me so suddenly," grumbled Gendhis himself in the room.
Gendhis decided to wear black long jeans, black wedges and white shirts as the outfit of today.
He took a nude-colored lytic.
“Lipstik nude color has always been a mainstay, added with foundation? Concerers? I don't think I need all that! Enough morning doctor cream, bb cream to support the appearance," said Gendhis himself while looking in the mirror.
He wanted to make sure everything looked perfect. Not to forget, Gendhis took the time to dyed his hair, to look neat, then added hair vitamins, perfumes, and watches.
"One morning!" he was amazed to look in the mirror.
"Wait a minute, why dress up like this? I'll walk with Rio Ustad! Boro-boro she'll see my appearance, she'll always look down! Ah let it be, I dress up for myself," said Gendhis inwardly.
He saw the clock show at 09.00 WIB, still enough to stop by at the hotel restaurant to make breakfast or breakfast.
Hot bitter coffee, fruit salad, and sausage egg omelet into breakfast menu. Sitting next to the window facing the pool was my choice. The gathering participants were seen playing games on the edge of the pool. They did a family game, a pretty disturbing sight.
At the age of 27-year-old Gendhis, he had no family. Not because it does not have a partner, but has a sister and mother dependents who make rethinking if married.
“Mbak, breakfast while daydreaming,” scolded Rio which made Gendhis slightly stunned.
Gendhis turned his head towards Rio, their eyes looking at each other.
“I accompany yes!” pinta Rio while pulling the chair in front of Gendhis.
“Eh, yes monggo Pak Ustad,” Gendhis.
“Call Mas only, do not need to be like other children,” Rio said casually.
“Hah? Doesn't matter Mr Ustad?” ask Genthis.
“I'd rather be called Mas,” replied Rio briefly.
Genphis just nodded her head. He looked at the menu of food taken by the man, milk, cereals, and omelets into his morning menu of choice.
“Still want to go to the room again or directly follow me to the souvenir center?” Rio opened the conversation.
“Directly aja Mas, I'm ready kok.” Gendhis.
As he looked up to see Rio Gendhis realizing a thing, this man before him had also dressed up ready to leave. Despite being in his 40s, Rio still looked handsome. A long beard adorned his face, the hair covered with a hat showed a hint of gray that confirmed his age was ripe.
He was wearing a flannel hem, jeans and a sling bag. They spent breakfast in silence, drifting in each other's minds. After breakfast, they headed to the car park. Rio looked to be calling someone. He went to his car and opened the side door.
“Come in!” soft command.
Gendhis fell silent, completely clueless this time. Isn't there usually a driver's Dimas? Can I only go out two?
“Mbak, come on in! I'm the driver, let Dimas rest, pity him last night drive himself,” Rio's orders.
Gendhis was worried, would he get into the car sitting side by side with the Ustad figure he admired? Or stay in the back seat to avoid the slander of those who see them both? What should Gendish do?
SERIATE...