Sugar Daddy Savings
Down the Beach

Our gazes met and stared unblinkingly. Rama approached this tiny body, then held my shoulder with both hands. I was locked in by his gaze and attitude, suddenly becoming confused as to what to do.

“Shinta,” he said which somehow raised my heart level to alert. The smile on his face suddenly made me want to enjoy his thin lips. My mind guerrilla far away, maybe this effect has never felt the beauty of the paradise of the world.

Rama got closer and slowly I closed my eyes, the fur crouching when his face was increasingly not distant. Looks like Rama's gonna land his kiss on my lips.

“Shinta, eat first yuk, Darling.” Mother's voice sounded from behind the door. I don't know why I got so upset with him. Rama looked misbehaved, and scratched his back nape. Grinning the horse, that was caught clearly in the sight of the eyes.

I bit my lower lip to cover the upset. Yes, however he remains my rightful husband. We should have done it. Slowly I walked to the door. My mother is loyal there.

“Bu, Shinta has no appetite. If you, Ram?”

“Ah?” Rama seemed to blink, a long time ago replied, “em, yes. I'm going out to eat soon, ma'am.”

“Good. I'm going to go to the room first, yeah. You accompany Rama to eat, yes Darling.” I nodded and closed the door.

“Em, Shinta. That was ... earlier, I ..”

I landed a kiss on her lips, somehow she looks so sexy tonight. I can no longer bear to see him become so handsome. I swept my hands to his back, this really roused my libido.

My God, is this a hormone on the rise. Because, he said the hormones of pregnant people are unstable and so volatile. Let tomorrow be ashamed of tonight's attitude, which is important now that Rama also welcomes this crazy lust.

We seemed to catch our breath from the spill earlier. Then it turned into awkward mode and lay on the bed with their backs to each other. Even with the same blanket on this body.

I patted my forehead slowly and blamed myself. It is also at war with the heart and brain. Shouldn't have started it all. Aish, somehow runs tomorrow when she sees his face. But, wait! He's my husband, there's nothing wrong with this. But why did I start. Uh! I drowned my body under the blanket.

Suddenly the stomach let out a voice that disturbed this crazy situation. Rama seemed to rise and put on his clothes scattered on the floor of the room.

“Ram, where are you going?”

“You want to eat?”

“It seems not to want to eat Mother's cooking.” I turned to sit in a blanket that still covered this naked body. Rama sat before me with one of his legs folded.

“So you want to eat what?”

“Em, siomay like,” I said carefully. Rama stared at the alarm clock on the nightstand. At nine, he immediately rushed away without saying anything. Only his cell phone and wallet were taken out of the room.

A few minutes ago he left, my gawa rang. I hope it is a call from Rama. However, Abimana and Om Yip took turns making phone calls to me. I let her be in a call that kept ringing in their ears.

Slowly pick up clothes and put them on. I just squeaked looking at that double-folded touchscreen. A text message came in from Om Yip and said he had sent monthly money and milk to his son. Heh! I hate to see him write that word.

Abhimana is relentless and gives up on the relationship that is somehow called what. At the party yesterday he so let me pass next to another man. Even though his eyes said he was disappointed. Is it not enough to say he is going? He should come back after everything happens.

“Hem,” answered me lazily after many times he called.

“Shinta, I have promised to accompany you at whatever time of your condition.”

“Terus?”

“I'm back just for you, Shinta.”

I immediately ended that conversation that would know what the end was like. Maybe it's true, I'm a greedy woman. I want to have both, but what about my heart? The logic? This wedding?

The sound of the door squeaking rang out, I immediately greeted the man who had been drenched in sweat by carrying a white plastic bag in his grasp. He went straight to the kitchen and took a plate to serve it.

“Ram, are you soaking wet? That's all sweat?”

His breath still looks dull. But the smile still continued to expand, his eyes looking narrowed and sparkling. He told me how he ran to and fro to find a siomay handyman who was still open at this hour.

“Let's eat, Shin.” I nodded and sat facing him. My eyes kept on him. Slowly I put in one by one the siomay that Rama bought. I finished my meal.

Rama stopped chewing and looked at me intensely. “Udah eat it?”

I locked my lips tightly, took a deep breath and held them long. “Ram, I'm sorry, yes. Because of me, you ..”

He gently swept the back of my hand. “Just like you, I also feel awkward and guilty. Plis, stop apologizing. I married you because it was my choice, not because of coercion from anyone.”

“But, Ram –”

“Sst! Your mother will hear. What if tomorrow we go to the beach, you want?” I smiled, answering her question.

**

The aroma of the beach burst into the nasal cavity, the fishy smell mixed with the saltiness of sea water. A gust of wind hit the leaves and trees on the beach. Not infrequently my may come to unfold it made. We walked along the white sand barefoot. Sometimes the water wipes away the footprints left behind.

A small floral white dress on my knees I wore, moving to and fro swept by the cool air. Rama gave me his jacket to cover half my thighs. After she finished tying the brown hoodie around my waist, she asked permission to hold this finger.

“Shinta, can I hold your hand while we walk down the beach?”

I looked at my hand, then gave it to her. But I pulled it back to tease and ran a little there. Rama followed me and tried to catch me. Crisp laughter adorns this day without feeling almost evening.

Dusk is always beautiful on the horizon. Especially at the end of the beach. Rama captured this moment on his phone. I just sat there and stood looking at the nabastala, which had an orange glow there.

“Yuk, we're home. Not good, Magrib's pregnant mother is still wandering outside. Pamali said.”

“Em, if we stay there, how?” point me towards a hotel or guesthouse near this beach. Rama followed my index finger.

“No ah, it must be expensive.”

“Udah is calm. That's the wage for you to buy siomay last night.”

“Hem.”

“Nikmatin aja money Om Yip, before we destroy it,” whispered me and immediately pulled Rama's arm to check in.

“Hei, Shinta. We do not have a marriage book, our ID card is still single. How about police raid?”

“Still no Abimana.” Rama braked suddenly. Oh, apparently he'll be back with his icy mood. No. I let it go this time. I kept pulling and pushing Rama's body along. If I can't, I'll take the last step out.

“Aw, Ram! My stomach,” my moans while holding my stomach.