My Lecture, My Husband
25. Oops!

I went out of the kitchen to the person sitting on the sofa, sitting myself in the hands of the single sofa that Mas Arka was sitting on. Perhaps from feeling my presence, Mas Arka looked up at me.

I was surprised when his hands were around my waist, today Mas Arka was too active, he did not pity what with my tiny heart? And again he has no shame, huh? There are still many people like this.

"Hahaha.the newlyweds really like to be sticky" said Aunt Mira, I can only smile a little.

"The name is new too!" said Aunt Nunu glanced at me cynically "Ntar if you have been lazy to look at each other for a long time."

Astagfirullah... What kind of aunty is there any problem? From this mulu nyinyir, less work banger so people.

"Tante kayak never." I said, he was silent.

Eh?

I can feel Mas Arka's hand poking at my waist, why? Did I speak wrong?

"Tante Nunu is not married" whispered Mas Arka only I can hear him.

Huh huh?

I clenched my mouth, I really don't know about this. I nodded and stood up straight away

"I think what I'm cooking is boiling!"

I quickly ran inside, better to escape than to stay in that awkward room. Yes even if I did it, I don't know how to melt the atmosphere.

I looked back because someone was following me, it turned out that Mas Arka was walking behind me with an expression of holding back laughter.

"What's wrong?" Arga who was still eating in the kitchen turned to look at me and Mas Arka who was already standing next to me.

Mas Arka pointed at me "He's making trouble."

I looked at him immediately "Who do I know, who told him to be a real person." I close my mouth, "But... Not really married?"

Mas Arka nodded his head.

"It's just a matter of really seeing people two or two, julid is so not yet able to jod-" Mas Arka immediately closed my mouth, signaling not to be noisy.

Grandpaired

I let go of Mas Arka's embrace and looked at him not accept "Indeed Mas not upset what? Every time I see her face is cynical, but I don't owe her anything."

Mas Arka did not say anything else, he just approached Arga who ate like there was no one around. Seeing no response I also approached the mbak mbak cooking, who knows there is still something I can help.

"It's almost done, Non just sit down." throw them out when I offer myself.

With a frown I approached the two brothers who were eating, sat down beside the Arka mas and plucked the crackers in his hands.

"Many noh!" point Arga at the crackers, he seems to be protesting because I took his brother's crackers.

"Sewot bae lo." I patted Mas Arka's arm "What time is home?"

"You want to go home?" I nodded in response to Arga's question, she looked at her brother "Why not stay overnight again?"

Mas Arka did not answer, but his face showed that he was not happy now. As understood, Arga can only be a fool.

Indeed yes, fellow freaks, they can understand each other.

"What time is he coming home?" ask me again

" Nine o'clock"

"But the middle of the night dong arrived at his boarding house," my protest "Can't get off Isya alone? It's cold on the street."

"Good car too, spoiled!" said Arga, I glanced

"Thank you!" he collected the dishes and took them to the sink.

"It's so good you want to leave the dishes, wash them!" It's nice, the sink I cleaned from the dirty dishes because.

"Yes yes bawel really lo," he clucked his tongue "May I not get the wife of the kek lo kek lo kak!"

I sneered at him "Usually yes Ga, it can be worse than what you like." I looked up at him glancing in annoyance.

Mas Arka pulled my hand and sat me down at Arga's place, he placed the plate in front of me. I shook my head because I didn't want to eat, not good with others if I ate first from others.

"Mom said you wanted to get out?" Mas Arka asked his sister, Arga nodded her head because she was washing dishes "Where?"

"To the location of the landslide disaster yesterday" he said, before long he turned to us "I met with Brother Juandra, he said you will have work together huh sis?"

A juandra? Ah... His friend at the time, Ajuandra.

"Yes," he's spooning rice to his plate "Later at night."

I turned my body to face him, before he had not told me what.

"Where?"

"Work."

I pouted "I know, but where does it work? How long?"

"Near, not long." I also tabok nih people!

Tau ah, the important thing is that he comes home and doesn't play girls out there. Because tired also if asked, the answer must be short, solid and unclear. Sucks.

"Two alone?" Arga asked back

"Five!"

"S?" Mas Arka glanced at me, but I threw my face away from him.

"D"

What are they talking about anyway? S D, elementary school! I would love to leave the two of them here, but if I go out, I will meet aunt julid. Males really me in mulitin mulu same him.

I took a spoon from Mas Arka's hand, somehow the food looks good, hehehe.... Maybe because he didn't want to bother me, Mas Arka took another spoon.

So we ate a plate together, romanticize hahahaha.... Envy you on? Singleto sih...

When I looked around, the kitchen was clean and there was no one there except me and Mas Arka, when did they leave?

"When did they leave?" Mas Arka just looked at me without answering, starting again right so mute "Mas?"

"New."

I stood up because I was full, taking a glass to fill with water. After I drank water to the toilet, I poured also for Mas Arka who was still eating. I admit as the person who lives with him lately, the portion of eating Mas Arka is quite a lot.

I put the glass in front of him before sitting next to him, propping up my chin and watching him eat. He only glanced at me for a moment, then his hand that was not holding the spoon turned my head to straight ahead.

I turned my head back towards him "Mas, what will be the work of the mas later? Campus business?" he shook his head "Certainly what? I can't know?"

He looked back at me without saying anything, yes this is a person, it takes a thousand percent patience to make it.

"Back to bed, Mas just sleep in front of the tv. Don't sleep with Raana." I said leaving the kitchen, lazy to deal with people who can't talk.

I'm not a translator for the speechless.