Nackal Duda
Lazy Ill

Utari

I'm lying if I'm not worried about Om Agas helping Ms. Tara. I'm worried half dead. I'm afraid Ma'am Tara will tease Om Agas again.

Allowing Om Agas is what is said in my lips, but in my heart there is a lot of fear. Will I regret the decision I made?

I can what?

Getting married to Om Agas is a gift. I realized we were so different. Being Om Agas' wife I should have known the consequences. Including accepting that later Om Agas will leave me for another woman who more attracted his heart.

Restraining him is not the right way out. I'll just make Om Agas feel comfortable around me. All I can do is give confidence. Something I know is very expensive.

I removed the droplets of tears dripping down my face after Om Agas left with a gentle kiss on my forehead. I know, my happiness with Om Agas is always a threat. At any time, my happiness can be lost in an instant.

I need to prepare my mind. My trials are heavy and the power of our love is so lame. I love Om Agas so much but somehow I am in his heart.

Never mind....

It's better here with all the uncertainty than to be sold by you and maybe I've ended my life in shame.

I canceled my intention to go back to sleep. I sat down and took a glass of water that I put on the nightstand. I drank and now I'm calmer.

"Assalamualaikum! Neng Tari is in the room?" ask Mama outside my room.

"Yes, Mother. I'm in the room. Just come in unlocked!" I said.

Ma'am Inah came in and looked worried about me. "Sick bell? How are you in bed at this hour? Mom and Dad are home?"

"Yes. Mom and Dad came home last night. Papa was called to go home immediately because there was work. I'm a little carefree this! My body hurts all the way!" I stretched my body that felt good even though it still felt a little linu.

"Do you want Kerokin's mother?" ask Mama Inah.

Kinked? It looks good too.

"May I Mbak. Above it. My back feels sealed." I said yes.

"In the meantime, Ma'am Inah take eucalyptus oil first ya Neng." Ma'am Inah also went out of the room and re-entered with coins and eucalyptus oil.

He also started to rub my back. It feels better. "To be, Ma'am. His subordinates are not. I am the only one who is sick of it." I said.

"Yes, Neng. After this Mbak Inah make ginger milk yes Neng. Let her body be better!"

I'm nodding. "Thank you, Ma'am."

After being scraped, I fell asleep and found ginger milk on my nightstand. I held it and it was no longer hot, just a little warm.

I drank it until it was over. Feeling inside my body warm as the ginger water flowed. It tastes good.

I picked up my HP and was surprised at the sight of the clock. It's 1 o'clock in the afternoon. I haven't prayed.

There was a message from Om Agas along with some missed calls from him.

"Where are you? Want to go to the doctor?" ask Om Agas.

"You're all right, aren't you? How come I didn't pick up the phone?"

"Dance, why don't you pick up my phone? I'm worried about you!"

"I've called Madam Inah, are you sleeping? And just sleep with yaudah. Let me know when you're awake!"

I phoned him. Om Agas looks relieved when he knows that my condition is fine. Om Agas then told me that I was sick because I was too tired. I can't cook first. I asked Om to just rest. Om even threatened if I was still sick, then later in the afternoon he would take me to the doctor.

I'm glad someone's been paying attention to me. After Mom died, the attention to me stayed a little. Only the mother of a seafood seller and the owner of a soto stall asked where I was because the stall was crowded and lacked employees.

I got out of bed and took ablution. Dzuhur prayer and intend to cook for Om Agas later.

It feels so bad to cook today. I want to sleep on. Is it because you are still not feeling well? So spoiled my body! Where have you ever thought this? After all, having to work, if not later what to eat?

I'm forcing you to keep cooking for Om Agas. After cooking, I put it in a plastic container and I put it in the refrigerator. Stay warm in the microwave when Om is home. After that, I went back to the room and went to bed again.

I woke up when the clock showed me at 5 p.m. O Allah, I have not prayed Ashar. The dzuhur prayer was almost missed, now the ashar prayer. Yes, today I really did go bad. Hopefully, I'll recover again tomorrow. I have to go to the course tomorrow.

Om Agas came home after maghrib. After bathing and praying together, I accompanied him to dinner. Om asked how I was doing and I just answered honestly if I felt unwell and wanted to sleep. I usually fall asleep twice today. Om says, if I'm still sick tomorrow there's no need to go to a course.

The next day my body felt fresher but the feeling of laziness still perched. I fight the laziness by preparing breakfast for Om also stock for lunch later. After that, I got ready to go to the course.

Today was my first time taking a motorcycle to the course. Om has bought a new helmet with a jacket that is the same color as the helmet I wear. We left together and split up when we left the complex because the traffic flow had started to be heavy. I parked my bike in a special parking lot and then put the helmet on security. Don't let me, my new helmet is gone. Could get scolding later on.

"Dance!" I heard my name someone calling.

I looked back and found that Mr. Adi was walking to my place.

"After, Sir!" greet me politely.

"Morning! You got on the bike today?" ask Mr. Adi.

"Yes, Sir. From now on I ride my own motorbike."

"Not delivered...your husband?" ask her doubtfully.

"No, Sir. Om actually wants to deliver, but later than the return home already yes Dance take the motor only!"

"Yesterday was your husband?" ask Mr. Adi. We walked together towards the building where the course was.

"Yes, sir."

"Isn't that your Om? You said you lived with your Om!" Mr. Adi still does not believe apparently that Om Agas is my husband.

"Iya Tari does live together with Om Agas, sir. Dance still calls Om. It's funny and looks different. Om Agas also does not mind the call from Tari." I answered honestly.

"Oh... You've been married a long time?" ask Mr. Adi.

"Hm... It's been 2 months, it just means."

"Yes. Still new. You are different age far, so you call him Om? Uh I'm sorry I didn't mean to interfere in your domestic affairs!"

"It's okay, sir. Just relax! I'm 21 now. If it were 35 years. Yes, 14 years different sir. That's why I called him Om. He.he...he...."

"You guys got betrothed?"

"Mh... Ja. Be betrothed to God." I said with a smile.

"Are you happy with your marriage?" mr. Adi's question this time removed the smile on my face.

I say with determination. "I'm happy." Even though I don't know how long this happiness will take.

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