She's my Husband
QUESTION MARK

Luxury house that some days crowded mourners, today began to be quiet. Elgar was standing in the balcony of his room while occasionally smoking a cigarette tucked between his fingers. Next to his hand held the blue envelope of the last gift of the father that he had not yet opened. His mind raged guessing the contents inside.

"Are you sure you don't know what it is?" Elgar asked someone standing next to him.

"Don't fill it, when and where he made it, I don't know." Reply Jordi who is also smoking a cigarette. Jordi turned her body, she leaned her back on the balcony trellis so that she could face each other with Elgar.

"Two days before he died, he changed the contents of the will. And about that envelope. It seemed like he gave it to Mr. Kusno at the same time."

"What do you think it's got?"

Jordi raised her shoulders.

"Daddy." led Elgar while exhaling cigarette smoke into the air.

"Which I know, a few days before he died, Baliau looked agitated. It was like there was such a heavy burden that he was carrying. I asked him what the problem was. You know what the answer is?"

Elgar grinning. What a silly question, the mind. She probably knows, she's not there.

Jordi recounted her conversation at that time with Mr. Dirga.

"I'm worried about my family. Who'd look after them if I wasn't around."

"Where are you going?" ask Jordi

"To a far away place."

"To foreign countries?"

Mr. Dirga shook his head.

Now, Jordi just knew what Mr. Dirga meant. Whether the person is aware or not of his words. One thing is certain, sometimes before dying someone will bounce and say things that are possible after they are gone we just realized.

"I think he thought about the company because you suddenly decided to resign. But more than that, he thought about his family. Even he gave you all the shares even though you have clearly said out of the company. And to Mila...." Jordi paused her speech.

"Mila, what's wrong with Mila?"

"Besides Mr. Dirga told me to fully investigate the case that befell Mila. Mr. Dirga also gave an envelope to Mila."

Elgar was surprised to hear that. It turns out that besides her, Pink and her mother, Mila also got an envelope from her papa alm.

"Where's that envelope?" Ask Elgar.

"Sir Kusno still keeps it."

"Why not give it to Mila immediately?"

"Alm messages, if later, someone will come to pick up the envelope and hand it over directly to Mila."

"Who?"

Jordi. "I don't know."

A big question mark appeared on Elgar's right.

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The term is not us who memoton tv, but tv that watches us real. Although the tv was on and showing spongebob and friends, but Mila's eyes did not see it at all. Even the voice of the old crab who was rampaging because the coin was gone, did not enter at all in Mila's ear. His mind was too muddled to think of Elgar who had not been home for days.

And as it rained in July, Elgar appeared before him this afternoon. A sweet smile was instantly etched on Mila's lips. He immediately got up from the fall and immediately met Elgar and anchored him in his arms.

"I miss you so much El." Mila said as she leaned her head against Elgar's chest. Today, exactly 10 days after Mr. Dirga's death. Mila thought, Elgar will come home every day after 7 days, in fact, today the man just came home.

"I am too." Elgar answered while kissing Mila's forehead and stroking her long hair.

Mila looked at Elgar. The face looks tired. And the look in his eyes, as if he was showing a deep wound. But what injury is that? Is it because of his father's death?

Mila pulls Elgar's hand. She took her husband to the front sofa of the television. Mila threw Elgar's head in his lap. Giving a gentle massage on the forehead and head of the husband.

"I'm so tired Mil." Said Elgar while closing his eyes enjoying Mila's massage.

"Yes, I know."

For a moment they were silent to each other. Mila knew Elgar was in trouble. But he was still waiting, waiting for the man to pour out what he felt unsolicited. Shouldn't it be if the husband and wife should be open to each other.

Elgar shook. "no need. We can order food later. I just want to be like this. I want to be able to enjoy sleeping on your lap for longer and feel the soft touch of your finger."

"Do as long as you want El. My lap is always ready to hold you. And my finger." Mila moved her ten fingers. "Ready to always massage you. Whenever you want." Continue while returning to massage.

Elgar shook. "Not anymore."

"Why?" Mila stopped her massage while frowning.

"I don't want his hands tired from massaging me. Besides, I also don't want to burden your thighs because of my heavy head."

"Gosh my god." Mila patted her forehead. "I don't mind at all. I'm just happy if my husband wants to be spoiled like this." He continued with a sweet smile and then looked down to kiss Elgar's lips.

"You're so pretty when you smile." Praise Elgar as he extends his hand up to caress Mila's face. "Please promise me you'll keep smiling like this. Whether it's with me, or not."

"You mean?" Mila frowned again.

Elgar laughed at the question mark-filled expression on Mila's face.

"I can't always be with you, baby. Sometimes I have to work."

Mila breathed a sigh of relief. He seems too baper. It seems, since then, every word Elgar contains a double meaning that makes it necessary to repeat the question.

"You're back at work again?"

Elgar nodded. "You don't like me working there anymore?"

"Of course not. I'm glad you're back at work. Because Mr. Dirga certainly wants his only son to be his successor. I've always supported you El. Even when the whole world doesn't support you, remember, there's still a woman named Mila who will always be behind you and support you."

Elgar hurriedly removed the melted clear liquid from the corner of his eyes. But unfortunately, Mila saw it first.

"You're crying El?"

Elgar smiled and got up from Mila's lap. He grabbed Mila's shoulder and leaned Mila's head against her.

"I cried because I was moved. It turns out there's still a rare species like you in the world." Ledek Elgar while laughing.

"Rare species says you!" Mila growled while raising her face and glaring at Elgar.

"Hahaha. Nowadays it is easy to find beautiful women. But a beautiful woman inside out like you, hard to find." Elgar kissed Mila's pursed lips many times until she smiled.

"You know, it's lucky the guy who could have you." Elgar said as he stroked Mila's face with the back of his hand.

"You El. You're that lucky guy."

Elgar's eyes were glazed. She immediately clasped Mila's face against her so she couldn't see as her tears trickled down.

"Do you want to go somewhere?" Ask Elgar.

"Where?" Mila asked back.

"Wherever you want."

"Eum...." Mila seemed to think. There used to be a lot of places he wanted to go with Elgar. But right now, he had absolutely no thought of anything.

"It has to be tonight, right? can't tomorrow?" Ask Mila.

"It has to be tonight. Tomorrow I have to go somewhere."

"But you're returning?"

"Hem, but it may be a little night."

"No problem, it's important to go home."

"So, where are you going tonight?"

Mila really has no idea where to go.

"Emm.cinema only. We're watching a horror movie. I saw the latest horror movie."

"alright. We'll watch tonight."