Nisa For Abi
Visit to Nek Tini
Nek Tini invited Abi in. Sitting in a chair made of comfortable rattan. As she promised, Nisa never let go of Abi.
"Who?" the lyrics of Nek Tini, on the tiny beautiful woman. Yes, very different from the tall Rere.
"This, Abi's wife, Nek." replied Abi. A little stammered against his raindrops.
"When to marry?" Grandma changed her face mode. Not disappointed, it's just, Abi seemed to hide everything from the Grandmother.
"Three months" said Abi, flat. Nek Tini just sighed.
"Abi will never be able to forget Rere." Abi added.
"Grandmother knows, Abi will never forget. Rere will be irreplaceable" replied Nek Tini. His gaze seemed empty, reluctant to turn around and focus on the front point of his eyes.
The mood seemed quiet. Grandma and Abi haven't spoken for a few minutes. Nisa could only stay in that position. He is a new boy, who knows nothing. He did not dare to speak, or even to be the mediator of the tension.
"Your name, who?" finally Nek tini looked at Nisa and asked.
"Nisa, Grandma." she replied, awkwardly. The grip of the hand was getting tighter on Abi.
"When did you know Abi?" grandma's question is starting to creep up.
"Former employee, Grandma. Just a week of work, invited to marry." answered Nisa honestly. Because that's how it is.
Grandma again breathed. Without saying a word, Grandma left the two and went into the room. It sounded, as Grandma threw down the door violently.
"Mass?" call Nisa, who is still tense.
"Let's go home" Abi asked. Nisa immediately stood up, following her husband's steps back.
"But that's his grandmother. Not saying goodbye first, then."
"Will not," Abi continued to walk quietly, while continuing to hold his wife.
It feels, Nisa hands to sweat because Abi never let go at all. Until Nisa ventured to release herself.
Abi turned his head, giving his deadly sharp gaze.
"Nisa, just want a dry cloth." she said, rubbing her hands on the pants she was wearing. But Abi again grabbed him and wiped him with a handkerchief that he could not help.
"That's... Handkerchief...."
"Dirty,"
"Leave you wash," Abi clutched it in Nisa's hand. A sign, he gave the handkerchief to her.
Nisa stalling smile. An omen again when Abi began to remove the shadows of Rere's clinging from his mind. In spirit, he pocketed the handkerchief in his jogger pocket.
"Huaaamwzz... Tired," Nisa stretched her muscles. Abi was wide-eyed, as Nisa raised her hand and slightly opened her body part.
"Geeeh!" Abi spontaneously lowered Nisa's hand, and tidied up the short shirt.
"Why?"
"Sight,"
"There's no one," seduced Nisa.
"There I am,"
"Every day also look at it, its contents..." Nisa approached, continuing to poke Abi's chest that field.
"Nisa.." he looked flat. "Don't fuck around,"
"If This?" Nisa raised her right hand, revealing her slender waist.
Abi just glared and lowered his hand again. But Nisa's ignorant, just lifting the one next to her. As it continues, alternating.
"This, this... That this?" Nisa was challenging Abi's anger.
"Or.... This is?" Nisa raised both her hands. Until his navel and belly were seen in Abi's eyes.
"You are!" sergeant Abi, clenched Nisa's hands by hugging her.
"Eh, amuuuun!" cry Nisa, feel in the grip of her husband's body so strong.
"This is what you mean, prohibition is an order? You're challenging me?" carry Abi, when Nisa jumps into his body. Nisa also chuckles because of her husband's anxiety. Although Abi only replied to her with a light smile at the end of her lips.
"Why is it so hard to laugh?" nisa's murmuring in the heart.