Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
ODDBALL

Beeps.....

A new notification sound was heard from my HP. I glanced at the flat object as well. Only dare to glance at it without daring to touch. Because Om Zidan is watching me.

After I said this afternoon. I am sitting at the study table. Trying to string words together can be a meaningful love letter. Love letter to Om Zidan of course!

Om Zidan himself was sitting on the edge of the bed. While holding his laptop. While my HP was put on the dresser.

"Why? Shall I get you the HP?" Ask Om Zidan. Without waiting for my answer. He also put his laptop on the bed. Then take my HP.

"Hem, tell me I don't like him!" Om Zidan gave that flat object to me. His face again looked as irritated as it had been this afternoon.

'Other problems caused by this HP!' my grumbling in my heart.

I doubtfully took over that flat object. The screen displays WA message notifications from Bu Diah.

Huh huh?

Now that I just realized, it turns out this is what makes Om Zidan's face upset!

"How, Cha? Does your Om like the same clothes?" That's the new message from Miss Diah.

"Say, I don't like it! Or if you're not good at saying that, say that I'm married! And I can't get anything from any woman other than my wife! Say it so!" Say Om Zidan. His eyes were watching me typing a reply for Ms. Diah.

"Manda!"

"Yes, Om. Aye!"

I took a breath first. Both of my thumb pressed down on every letter on the keyboard quickly.

"Before, I'm sorry, ma'am. Because Om Zidan can't accept gifts from Mom. I have a woman that she loves. And he doesn't want to hurt his woman's heart, by receiving gifts from other women."

I looked at Om Zidan before sending that reply. Now that his face had changed, he was now smiling full of happiness.

Ting....

Messages from me were also sent. And read by Miss Diah.

"Thank you, yeah!" Om Zidan suddenly hugged my body from behind. He put his chin on my neck. Her lips were gently stuck there.

"Thank you for fighting me. I feel that I am also very valuable in your life. Just like you were so precious in my life, Manda!"

Huhuhoo. I was never not made moved and melted by his words. Everything she said sounded so beautiful and meaningful to me.

"Back the love, Om!" My eyes were closed enjoying every second of his warm embrace. His burly, circular hand hugged my waist tightly. It was as if I was going to leave his side. And he's holding me in his arms.

"Never think of leaving me, Manda. Whatever happens, I hope you stay here, with me. Like this time!" He turned my body to face him. His head bowed, so that his forehead and my forehead met.

Her warm breath hit my face. Along with that, my eyes closed again. Enjoy the warm breath of Om Zidan. Until I could feel, Om Zidan's lips kissed my forehead for quite a long time.

Om Zidan slowly pushed my body so that it leaned against the wall of the room. His eyes looked at my face with an expression I could not explain.

In the next second, the surface of her dry lips touched the surface of my lips. I sat down, holding both my hands around her neck. My feet tiptoed to balance the height of his body.

"I love you, Manda!" The deeper he took me. His hands clenched my body tighter. His breath swept my neck.

"Say, if you love me too!" her door.

Actually, without her asking for anything, I will definitely return her expression of love!

"Manda loves you, Om. Very much in love with Om Zidan!"

Whether true or not, I felt a few drops of water fall on my shoulders.

"Omm?"

Om Zidan answered nothing. He was getting tighter and hugging my body.

"Om why?" I asked because I felt there was something strange about his attitude this time.

"Is Om crying?"

He doesn't answer my questions anymore.

"Remember, no matter what. Don't ever stay with me! Don't even think of being away from me!" said it. He wiped his tears. Then summarize both my cheeks with his sturdy hands.

"I've loved you too much, Manda. Until I started to fear losing you. I'm afraid, someday you'll leave me!" His eyes returned to his mess. While his thumb stroked my cheek gently.

I also covered his face. Looked at him with confidence. "You promised, Om. Manda will always be on Om Zidan's side. So don't be afraid anymore, Manda is still here!"

He came back to my body. Even tighter than before.

I don't know what makes Om Zidan think that I'll leave him one day. I never intended to be away from her myself. Especially to leave him!

After a long time hugging my body, Om Zidan invited me to sit on the sofa. He let me lean on his chest. His right hand patted my shoulder.

Whatever is disturbing his mind. I hope he still believes in me. Believe that I also have a love that is not less big and also sincere like his love for me.

I hope he also believes that I will never leave him. Just like he never left me. It's always there for me. Whenever it is.

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Strange, Om Zidan's attitude is really strange to me. Last night he kept clutching my body, muttering to ask me not to leave him. And sometimes he murmured so that I would not turn away from his love.

Similarly, after the Tahajjud prayer and the dawn prayer. He asked in his prayer. Asking our family to be an eternal family, who can reach His Jannah.

And after breakfast, Om Zidan suddenly asked me to say all the things I didn't like about him. So that he can fix himself. And so I don't have a loophole to dislike it.

"Omm? Um actually why?" I also ventured to ask.

"No papa, I just want to be the best husband!" he answered while handing over my pocket money.

I also narrowed my eyes. Stare suspiciously at him.

"I'm not hiding anything from me, am I?"

"No, Manda. There's nothing I'm hiding from you!" He was busy tidying up my hijab. Put some of my hair out.

"Oh, yeah. Don't forget to turn that bag over!" He glanced towards the back seat. Even the parcel from Bu Diah was still located like yesterday's position, when Om Zidan suddenly threw it.

"Yes, I won't forget!"

"Good, 'cause I don't want to keep him in our car any longer!"

Look, he didn't even say that this car belonged to him. He said 'our car' which means, this car is just for the both of us!

"Yes, Husband. I will do anything for your happiness, comfort and tranquility!"

"Hahaha, how clever my Little Girl is!" He laughed while stroking my head! Then I kissed my forehead and both cheeks.

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When I arrived at school, I immediately stepped into the teacher's room. Intended to meet Miss Diah, and return this parcel to her. As Om Zidan wishes.

"Assalamu'alaikum.." I said and went into the teacher's room. There were also some students who were cleaning the room. According to the schedule of the class picket. Today it's the turn of the XI class.

"Who are you looking for, brother?" Asked one of the girls who happened to be a classmate of Bu Diah's as well. I mean, Miss Diah is her homeroom teacher.

"Buk Diah, he hasn't come, has he?" I smiled at him.

"Oooo, yeah, if I put this here, huh?" I put the parcel on Miss Diah's table.

"Thank you!" I said and left the teacher room. He only smiled as he nodded politely before my departure.

"Is Buk Diah heartbroken?" I muttered as I climbed the stairs to the classroom. But if remembered from his reply chat yesterday afternoon. Miss Diah seems really heartbroken!

He even sent ten cracked heart emotes and also a weeping emoto to me. Is that as sad as Miss Diah?

Ah, nevermind. Thinking about Mom Diah gives me a headache! The point is now that Ms. Diah already knows that Om Zidan already has a tether of heart. Yeah, even though Miss Diah doesn't know. If in fact I am the mooring of hearts that Om Zidan has!

"Assalamu'alaikum!" The classroom door was pushed a little strong, so that it opened and revealed the beings of God who were sitting there chatting.

"Wa'alaikumussalam!" Arina who was busy tidying the teacher's desk turned her head and answered my greetings.

While the three guys in the corner just answered without taking their eyes off the flat object they were holding.

Similarly, the two ciwi-ciwi who always come before me. Who else if not Ayu and Qonita.

As usual, Ayu was busy with the book in her hands. While Qonita was busy with lipstick, powder, mascara and also her eyebrows. Not to forget also with glass that may be 24 hours in his pocket.

"Manda!" Arina approached me after she finished her mandatory activities. He pulled the chair from the next table. Then sit on my right.

"Hows it? Did Om Zidan get his briefing?" I've guessed. He would have asked me that.

"You think?" Sahut Ayu while closing his IPA book.

"Yes, I think. Om Zidan must have rejected it. Om Zidan loves his wife!" reply Arina. Without caring about Qonita who knows nothing.

Qonita turned her body to face us.

He looked at me, as if asking for an explanation for what Arina said. "Om you're married, aren't you, Manda? When's? What about his wife? Is it prettier me or her?"

"Beautiful Om Zidan's wife! You want her to be nothing!" Sahut Ayu, made Qonita immediately pout helplessly.

"Try where, I want to see the pot!" He extended his hand to me.

"What?" I asked while patting his palm.

"See the pot! Is that right, she's prettier than me!"

"Where do you want to see, Qonita? You know, if I never take you to school!" I'm trying to explain.

"Ish, what's the name of Instagram? There must be a pot there!" He's still insistent.

"Hey, Qon-Qon. Why the hell, can not really..., horrified there are people who are more beautiful than you?" Arina started to raise her voice.

"Yes, Boy. But yes, beauty is not just about the face and body. But also about heart and morals!" said Ayu, and at that moment also get applause from the three curls in the back corner.

"I agree! Beautiful is not just about the body like a Spanish guitar!"

"It's not also about the skin that should be as white as a wall!"

"But also about the beauty of the heart and also the attitude! Because free beautiful face, but heart and also her morality!"

The three of them make a sound.

"Yes, I agree to that too!" Pass someone from the door.

Spontaneous, we turned towards him. And how shocked I was, when the memory of my brain was no stranger to his face and also his smile.

'Miss out? What is he doing here?' I sat there looking away, everywhere, as long as I didn't see Gilang's handsome face.

This is not true! Why is my Former Ter The Best here?!

Oh. Don't tell me she's transferring schools now?

"Assalamu'alaikum, My dear Friends." Vino, our class leader raised his voice. His right hand hugged Gilang's shoulder.

"WA'ALAIKUMUSSALAM, MR. CHAIRMAN!" answer the class.

"OK, no more bases. Recognize, he's Gilang. Our new friend!"

Huh huh? Why should the guess be right! And him! Why is he smiling at me all?!

"Hi, I hope we can make good friends!" said it. He smiled all over the class. Making Qonita instantly also immediately pulled out the glass. Stuffing powder and also her lipstick.

"Care? You can sit behind Manda for a while!" said Vino. He held an empty chair behind me. Incidentally, the original owner of this chair, Celsi, was sick, he had not entered school since yesterday.

"Hi, Manda!" The greeting as it passes through my desk. I heard the table behind me being pushed by him.

"Why is your expression so shocked? Didn't I know you yesterday afternoon? You read DM from me, right?" he whispered a little behind my back.

WAIT UP!

What did he say? Did he tell me yesterday afternoon?

And DM?

I didn't read DM from him at all. And there's no DM of any kind either!

Yeah, I'm sure. There is no DM from his IG account. Because I opened IG before breakfast. And there's no DM, except from Ayu!

WAIT, WHOA!

Did I not sleep yesterday? And I don't hold the HP. Except when replying to a chat from Miss Diah, right?

Oh, naw!

I patted my head while shaking slowly.

Don't tell Om Zidan who read it!

And don't tell me, that's why Om Zidan's attitude is weird!

And maybe, because of that too Om Zidan thought that I would leave him, and would turn away from his love?!

No, Om!

I will not turn away from you! Even if Gilang, Sigit, Andre, Fauzi, Rozi, Endi, Toni, Tsani, or everyone I ever loved came back to me. By bringing even greater love for me!

Really, if that happens, I'll still choose you. Because I only love you. And most importantly! Because Om Zidan is MY HUSBAND!

'Forgive me, Om. I should not have made you doubt my love. But I promise, I'll show you! Show me how much love and struggle I have for this family! Yes, I promise you that!'

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"Qonita?" Call me. She's looking.

"The seat, will you?"

With a flash he nodded, as a sign that he would.

"You're beautiful, Qon! I'm sure you can get the new student's heart!" Whisper me, making the smile on Qonita's red lips even more blurred.

'Yes, at least I should start to keep my distance from him!' I sat in Qonita's chair. And look no further at the Gilang!

Goddamnit! Why is he getting so handsome now!